I must have the worst timing ever. I spent a good chunk of the day fixing our closet, which collapsed on itself, and another chunk at my nephew's baptism and the family get-together afterward, so my run got pushed till the evening. I left about five minutes before the snow hit, and got to run about an hour in heavy, driving snow while being dressed for the springtime weather we've been having. Bleh.
So I was frozen to the bone with about two miles left, at least an inch of snow built up on my head, looking pretty miserable when this girl pulls over and asks if I need a ride. I was seriously worried about losing body parts, but I actually said no -- partly because I needed the miles, and partly because I didn't want my wife to be mad at me for getting a ride with a strange girl. I still consider myself something of a newlywed, so I'm not always sure how my wife will react to things like that. I figured I'd rather be miserable for 15 minutes or so than all night long. I mentioned it to her when I got home, and she said I made the right choice! :D