12 easy miles. 90 minutes. It is cold. And a bit windy. And the wind has a good bite. I have mixed thoughts while running on days like these. There are the thoughts of, "mighst all critey ... it is cold and windy out here. This stinks. I rather be sitting next to a fire having a beer." And then there are thoughts of "7 months to go. And at least I am out here. There are folks that who want to be and can't." I have felt a bit behind the eight ball the last two days. Behind in my running, behind in my thinking, behind in my sleep, behind in my hydration, behind in my eating (which means I am probably ahead), just behind ... I am not really. But in a regard I am. We went to the National Western Stock Show last night and we caught the bull riding show. All I can say is that folks who think running up Pikes is stupid must think these folks are truly whackey. And crazy tough. And I complain about running being tough? Hardly. | 