After my tough but good run on Friday, an interminable hour on the treadmill on Saturday, and what felt like the hardest skate ski I've ever done yesterday, I woke up with a cold this AM. I think the ski wasn't all that bad, but I was starting to come down with this thing, whatever it is. True, I was trying to keep up with a friend who is training for a big XC ski race, but, still, I usually don't have that much trouble shadowing her. Every time she threw down the V2 on the uphill I thought I was going to die.

We'll see how I feel tonight before I decide if I am going to run (outside--no thanks on the dreadmill). I often feel better if I run when I am sick. It's never a blistering pace, but it helps clear the crud.