I can’t think of anyone more outrageous than me. But wind chills in the 20s is where I draw the line, so I bumped this one to the afternoon. The route went along roads and greenways I used much when we lived in Liberty. Not one honk, no waves, and only one person even said “Hello.” Doesn’t matter, darling. I know I’m an absolute legend. I’m KC Freaking Cosplay Runner.
