I skipped the race today in favor of taking my family camping in Winter Park for the weekend. I wasn't in the mood to line up against a bunch of runners to compete to see who was faster or tougher. I'm still just trying to be better than the guy I was yesterday. We ended up not camping due to a forecast for snow. My athlete BJ has a condo that he was very generous to let us use so we wussed it out with a roof over our heads and Hernandos pizza, and after the boys fell asleep I stayed up late drinking bourbon and diet caffeine free coke (I don't want to get fat) and watching shitty TV, which is shitty in a good way. Late night Ultimate fighting on SpikeTV and reruns of Seinfeld with a liquor buzz is pretty sweet.
Saturday morning I was up early to run 3 miles up to 18 miles, depending on my mood. I stepped out the door at 9500ft altitude with a bourbon and sleep deprivation hangover in to 37 degrees and a light drizzle of rain. I told my wife I would be back in either 20:00 or 2 hours. Below is a picture of my Garmin data.
There is a 16:39 5k at 9500ft altitude in there.