The good thing about being sick...

is that you don't have to run 15 miles. That's what our long run was today, and a chest cold has made a yearly appearance for me. My lungs now feel like what I imagine Sheridan's feel like every day. I'm coughing like a Camel smoker, or Pall Mall if I'm comparing to Sheridan. I'll give the 15 a go tomorrow and hope I don't need oxygen halfway through.