December 15, 2007

  • It was a valient effort...

    It was a nice balmy 34 degrees (that's in fahrenheit) when my oponent and I faced off.  It was easy going for the first mile, then the cold started getting to me.  (My lungs are still hurting.)  In the end my lungs just decided to crap out at the with about quarter mile to go.  So, I will admit defeat, and await the next rematch.  (And next time it will be a 30 mile forced march with 60 pound packs.)  Regardless, I will hold my head up high and walk on (unless of course, my lungs and heart decided to stop functioning).

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