It was 23 degrees with winds about 10-15 knots. My son Ty and I were downtown St Louis for the Hot Chocolate 5K. It seemed like such a good idea two months ago when he talked me into running it with him! This morning, however, I wondered what I was thinking back in October when I said yes. Idiot! As we walked towards the start we chatted about the mug of hot chocolate promised us at the end of the race. Ty looked up at me and said "it better be big enough to swim laps in". The laughter was a momentary relief from the cold. We made it to the start and hopped in our corral with about 15 minutes to spare. We talked about sticking together and Ty assured me he would run the entire race with me. I was not convinced. I wasn't sure I could keep up with him given my back issues and having run just twice since October. I knew I had my hands full. The race started and it didn't take long to realize I was right. I tried every trick I know to slow the kid down but