On Four Mile road up to Sunlight Mountain where I spend most of my mornings training, lies an old car, rusted out and up on blocks, bullet holes pepper its fenders creaking in the wind.
I'm 0 for 2 on the Power of Four race. This time it was a DNS (Did Not Start) rather than the DNF we had last year. Although it was Scott, my race partner's sickness that caused us to call it off, I had the opportunity to find another race partner but something was holding me back - I wasn't feeling 100% either. In reality I couldn't have done it. The heavy chest and difficulty breathing I've experienced for a couple of weeks now got progressively worse this week. I finally went to the doc today, a place I haven't been for maybe three of four years as I *never* get sick. Until now. I have been diagnosed with acute bronchitis apparently brought on by breathing *excessive* (not by my standards) cold air. Got to rest up for at least a week.
But we wont let the training go to waste or the disappointment of not even starting the POF bring us down. We have our eyes on the fairly burly Five Peaks race in Breckenridge in a months time. We'll be back at it real soon, cruising on by the rusted old car instead of identifying with it.