The crunch of snow beneath my feet becomes deafening, I all alone, steam rising from my head, deep breaths are all I hear. It is almost 8:00 am, a late start on this Monday. It is a whopping 12 degrees, even after the sun came up. I'm running out in the street because everything else is coated with 2 inches of fresh powder, just begging to make me slip. Traffic seems light and I'm deep in the zone. As I round the corner down the hill on my way towards work, i am nearly run of the road, by a ford festiva, black. What makes this a unique occurrence? other than the fact that pretty much all the festivas are dead, this person had a HUGE sticker that read "Les Miserables school edition on it." Pretty sure I was almost run over by a high school drama teacher.