A bad running week, so far
 

I'm whining.

After being home for almost a moth, I'm back in Colorado Springs. On Sunday I left my iPod on an airplane. I hate not knowing how far I've run. (I also hate telling my wife that I lost my iPod) But I was able to pick up a nice chest cold so I stayed in on Monday and Tuesday. I went out for a six miler this morning. With the altitude, heat, hills, lack of sleep, coughing up brown gummy worms, no iPod, and those little cotton things in the air that try to fly in your mouth. I wanted to die.

And yesterday, for reasons that escape me now, I signed up for a 10k. If I feel anything like I do today, I'll be in a lot of trouble on Saturday.

Have you run at the Garden of the Gods yet?