The Rising Sun and the Setting Fog

As I ran this morning, the dew was settling on the grass at Washington Park, and as I made my way through Harvard Gulch, the fog was lying low. What it reminded me of was more picturesque of an Irish morning than a Denver sunrise. Regardless, the air was moist, yet another rarity that is cherished by those of us native to less arid climates. The 7 miles passed almost unnoticed and I had plenty of time to think to myself of all my recent aspirations. Most notably, I've come a long way to deciding that I'll attempt to gain entrance to the States next year. I have a volunteer stint coming at the Leadville 100, and that should also give me a good idea of how much guts it's going to take to finish the damn thing...