a.m. I don't know what happened. I was going to get up and go for 11 this morning, but at 3:30 I woke up and puked my guts out. I don't have a fever, so I must have got some bad food, or my wife or kids are trying to poison me. Weird. I'll have to run tonight, which is too bad; temps would have been so much better this morning. But when the alarm rang at 5:30, I couldn't force myself to get up and eat bile-flavoured oatmeal and head out the door. p.m. After finishing up flag responsibilities for the scouts, I left at 9:30. It was dark, cloudy and somewhat cool. I ran from park to park for drinks, and was disappointed that the municipality of Farmington still hasn't activated their fountains. What the #$#? Traffic was pretty quiet, so I got some line running in, with pickups here and there, and fartleks past the churches. 77 minutes overall, which isn't bad. Whenever I get to exhaling every 4 steps, that's my top sustainable effort. (5:50-6:20 pace) My garmin 305 still keeps track of stuff, but the mode button doesn't work, so I can't see workout data unless I hook it up to the computer, and cannot change any settings. I got three years out of it, better than any other Father's day gift I can remember. I love that thing except for 2 items; I'm not all that impressed with it's water resistance, and the wristband size was exactly wrong, in that one hold was too big, and the next tighter one was too tight. This sounds like an obituary. | 