With you old man winter. You're like a bad dinner guest. You show up early before the food is ready and then you stick around long past your welcome. You've teased us with, dare I say, a few "warmer" days, only to throw us back into a sub-zero freeze out. What little motivation I had is now destroyed, my only hope now being the thought that the time change is thirty something days away. You should be scared old man, I'm calling my mountain bike friends and we're coming over to kick your ass.