Just keep running

It was tough. Last time I ran maybe a mile and a half at a fast pace and was rightfully pleased, but today sucked. It was beautifully hot and sunny, so I went out in my beloved Team Macmillan running vest, breasts underneath forced into a matronly state of immobility by a new sports bra. I ran up Harney, which is my favorite route, because it looks like you could run right out of town into the yellow-brown planes beyond, and just keep on going forever. I haven't been for over a week and my fitness has really suffered. The altitude makes the air thin, so running takes a lot of getting used to. My rythmn was terrible, not helped by all the busy intersections that I had to stop at. I had to keep using my fruit juice to force down the tinny stickness in my throat that threatened to choke me, and my lungs burned. I had hoped for a gentle five miles, but I managed just over one. It's not all bad though- I left the house, my legs feel like they've been used and I have a bacon sandwich waiting for me :-)