I get such a kick out of how whacked-out my perceptions have become over the course of the DR training season.

If you told me earlier in the year (heh, or last year!) that I would consider 7800 feet to be a ho-hum accomplishment, I'd have laughed my azz off.

The reality is, I think I can do much better (crazy, but true!) on a good day, but best I could tell the altitude and the heat got to me, and I did what I could on Saturday without turning myself inside-out. I'm not big on suffering.