Winter is the guest who wouldn't leave

We've dropped all kind of hints that the party is over and he should go home, but he's still here. It was 15 degrees F when I started my first long run of this Spring...doesn't that sound wrong? I got out at 6:30 AM, did 9 miles, than ran 12 with the group, then added a another mile to get to 22 miles total. Luckily, the sky was clear and once the sun came up, it warmed another ten degrees, so it was not too unpleasant.
I ran with Kam, Mark, Marc, and Wayne for about five miles, always good for some laughs. They exchanged shots at each other most of the way. Kam and Mark were razzing Wayne, asking how he was managing to keep up with them. Mark asked Wayne at what point he was going to flip the 'Off' switch and drop off the pace. Then he said something about Wayne should be running with his buddy Bill. Apparently, Mark has not noticed that Wayne is 57 years old and still running strong with men 25 years younger. I don't blame Mark for being hard on Wayne, because Wayne dishes it out as well as anyone. Also, just like Mark, when I was younger I didn't understand the kind of toughness required to keep running competitively after fifty. Now I know. Someday he will , too.