I jaunted up past everyone on the first hill and then took a right into a neighborhood. We wound around the neighborhood for the remainder of the race. It wasn't very scenic, but the route was nice, none-the-less. I warmed up right away and forgot how cold it was. But, I never over-heated.
I didn't go in the roped-off beer tent area for hot chocolate or Sam Adam’s Winter Lager, Boston Lager, or Angry Orchard Hard Cider. Instead, I headed home in the marathon mommy minivan, turned on the heater, basked in the joy of a new PR (personal record) and headed home to family.