6.2 in the chills...er hills

Old man Winter introduced me to a couple of his friends as I stepped out the door. Old man Cccold and his buddy old man Wind Chill . (I guess they didn't remember that we had already met yesterday). Anyway they seemed determined to sabotage my plans for a nice relaxed run in the hills. Cold squeezed my lungs and Chill hogtied my legs for 6.2 miles of 'I don't want to be here'.
Not sure if I got anything out of that or not.