Well, this past weekend saw a first for me. A “DNF”. One of those things I’ve been able to avoid up until now. But, the deadly combination of a lack of consistent training and the onset of a cold had me hacking a lung on the slopes of Mt. Baldy on Monday, where I came up two miles and a thousand feet short of the finish.
But, before you shower me with condolences and sympathies, I’ve got to tell you – even a DNF up on the massive shoulder of this granite beast beat the heck out of sleeping in late and watching TV at home:
So, this week I’m allowing my cold to take it’s course and nursing my knee tendonitis. I’ll be back on the trails this weekend, and get things fired up in time to make sure that Long Beach in a few weeks isn’t a total wash.