Looking at the weather forecast for the weekend, I knew a long run was going to be today or not at all. So I got up plenty early, and when I stepped outside with my dog, what did I find but a sleety drizzle. It stopped before I finished my coffee, and the weather map looked clear, so I headed out with fingers crossed. It was going well; I got lost in a neighborhood I don't know well, which is always interesting, and had the discipline to not try to catch and pass the runner about half a block in front of me at the 4 mile mark (but I really wanted to!). But at nearly 6 miles in, the sleety drizzle started again. If I'd been wearing a cap to keep it off my face and glasses it would have been no big deal, but I wasn't. And I was concerned that things might get worse. So I cut it short and headed for home. Ended up going 7.5 miles; logged it as a long run anyway as it was my intention and pace. And of course 10 minutes after I got home the sleet had stopped again.... Gotta love February in Kentucky! season of ice storms and sudden changes...