This one fits in the category of boy-yo-mama-taught-you-better-than-that. Despite fighting this cold or bronchitis or whatever the heck upper respiratory garbage I've had for the past week or so, I got up this morning and headed to Oucho's. Warm, muggy, raining intermittently. But at least there was a breeze so I didn't get overheated. Headed out on the hike of the mountains of west Little Rock. Became obvious very quickly that my body has not recovered from this whatever. Lot of walking. Lot of thinking I should be walking when I wasn't. Somehow managed to finish 10.1 miles and get back to Oucho's in less than two hours. And managed to run most of the big hills -- Rahling, coming and going, and Pebble Beach. I wondered where the Sherpas and the oxygen masks were, but I ran the hills. Then I went home and took a really long nap. I feel a little better -- emphasis on little -- but I'm still definitely not over this junk. Better now than in the middle of training for Newport, I guess. | 