In November, I asked, "Is Orleans the runningest town in Canada? Seems like you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a runner from 6am to 9pm." Today I learned that Orleans runners aren't deterred by snowstorms and weather warnings either. This morning, as I was nervously fishtailing my way down the street, wipers bat-bat-batting fat wet snowflakes and icy raindrops off my windshield, I had to drive around a runner slogging his way up the road in ankle-deep slush the consistency of a 7-Eleven Slurpee. I hope he got home safely!