Altitude

I had every intention of taking a little jog this morning. I thought I'd do just a little something nothing outrageous...a little 5k.

How about a little .5m? The altitude is a beast. It was so bad my teeth started hurting. I know, I'm a weenie, it's okay. I'm serious, I felt like I couldn't even make it a mile. It turned in to a sightseeing stroll in the Garden of the Gods. It is beautiful up there.

I'm sure there was a great post somewhere about preparation or climitization or something profound like that but I was hurting too bad to think that deep. So here it is...altitude stinks.

The sad thing was I was thinking about running in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure tomorrow morning before church. It's just a 5k but it goes through the Garden of the Gods. I thought it would be a nice stroll. Well, after this morning...nice stroll my behind. It would take me 35 minutes to finish a 5k in this altitude. I'm officially withdrawing from the race without ever registering.

Have I mentioned that altitude stinks.