G drove up to my house this morning for a run. Always a pleasure to run with a fellow grumpy old man. I faked my way through ~6 miles and ~1400ft of vertical. 3 puking stops and 10 apologies (for my lame ass needing to walk often) later... I logged a run. I'm realizing that I can't continue being horribly out of shape (average). It just isn't who I am. My burn out and lack of motivation to exercise does not outweigh my need to be fit and strong.