It’s 4:45 a.m. on a Tuesday morning in January when I hear the gentle hum of my alarm. I roll over and quietly slip from under the warm covers thinking to myself, “I must be crazy!” As I add layers of fleece-lined running clothes and step outside into the frigid air, I can’t help but continue to question my sanity… and the sanity of my ever-willing running partner. It was 10 degrees that morning and we ran hills with our flashlights lighting our way. It wasn’t the first, or the last, morning that we dragged ourselves out in sub-freezing weather and the pitch dark to clock our training miles. We had a goal, and we were determined.