Check it out. I'll wait, just go and check it out.
I have only just begun training, and yet this sorcerer's website can tell me that the weather on 7 November, 2010, in New York City, the day of the marathon, will be: high of 54, low of 46, with a chance of some light rain showers. PERFECT.
Worried about Chicago? Well, never fear. If you believe the stats they've posted on their website, it's 83% likely that it will be high of 59, low of 38, partly cloudy and cool. ALSO PERFECT.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"