Warmest creatures at the Race for the Cure this morning?
The Chick-Fil-A mascots.
Stop (holding side), no cold milk jokes, please.
While the rest of the runners and spectators were shivering from arctic temperatures in downtown Fort Worth, a herd of these 7-foot-tall mascots gave pep talks on the starting line for the 5-kilometer run.
Sundance Square was like the rest of North Texas. Bone-chilling frigid conditions. Sleet reports. Alleged snowflakes.
But all that didn't keep thousands of people from showing up for the event.
Runners hopped around and constantly stretched to get warm. Organizers in parkas cheerfully handed out pink bunny ears and the heavily bundled cops kept the crowd moving, although no one wanted to stay stationary in these conditions.
Contestants' hands shook from the cold as they struggled to fill out their forms.
But I didn't hear one complaint as I meandered through the smiling crowds.
I knew what drove these folks to brave these conditions, but I was still impressed. Then, I saw the contestants' "In celebration of" pink placards. On them, people wrote the names of relatives and loved ones lost to cancer.
Then, I remembered my own mom, who had died of complications resulting from cancer. Suddenly, I didn't feel cold anymore.