thrilled I'm not running Boston

Not that I could run Boston, what with the sketchy knees, but this might be the most miserable day in history for a marathon. In the town where I live, it's been blowing 40 plus miles per hour out of the EAST SOUTH EAST. That's a headwind from Hopkinton to Boston. It's cold, it's raining, it's totally miserable. I think if I were to ride the bike today, which I'm not going to do because I'm not stupid, I could get blown off, even at my advanced weight. Baby, it's nasty outside.