A few wisps of dirty blond hair and a primal “OOOOOOW!” emerge from inside Lauren Fleshman’s hood. She holds her black sweatshirt above her navel to keep it dry and lowers her legs into the Willamette River’s frigid current. It’s a cold Friday morning in mid-December. She soaks here year-round, reviving her muscles and watching the geese come and go. Read the full story on Running Times.