Cowboy Hazel

I’m writing this from 30,000 feet in the air, somewhere over New Jersey, I believe. This is the first time I’ve been on a flight since I got this laptop and I have to admit, I was overly excited to be able to use it in flight. Now, as I’m doing so, however, I realize that it’s not nearly as cool as it seems. These seats are horribly small and the person in front of me is reclining, so my keyboard is pretty much two inches away from my stomach. Eh…

Anyway, I’m flying back to Colorado to spend some time at my parents’ house. It should be a good trip, even though I wasn’t really able to take any time off of work. I’m going to be working from there and the time zone difference means that I have to wake up really early every day. That sucks. My flight doesn’t get in until one o’clock tonight, then we have to drive to my parents house, and I have to be up for work at 6:30.

I was planning on doing a long run tomorrow to see how the elevation affects me, but I’m not going to be able to because of some serious soreness in my legs. I’ve run each of the last five days at a sub-seven minute pace and it’s taking its toll on my muscles. My right calf was cramping up today and I was having some troubles with my left knee too. I think I’ll take tomorrow and Friday off to give them a little recovery time and then get a long run on Saturday. Of course, the Bolder Boulder is Monday, so I’ll probably take Sunday off as well.

I had a couple beers back at the airport bar and now I have to pee, but I’m in the window seat and the guy next to me is asleep (and snoring.) I’ll have to wake him up in a bit, I’m sure.

Flying sucks. I really don’t like this whole being on a plane thing. That probably has a lot to do with the fact that this is my first flight since last October. In fact, other than a quick trip to Atlantic City on New Year’s, this is my first time leaving NYC in nine months. Crazy.

Not much else to report. My fingers hurt so I’m going to quit this nonsense. Good night.