Happy Birthday

Was going to do another rest day, I'm a bit sick, chest cold or something, and the shin's still tender to the touch. But something drove me to go to the gym for an elliptical workout, 47 minutes; I thought it might knock out the congestion, no such luck. Also walked for a half mile, 5 mph. Don't know if I'll do a long run this weekend or not, que sera sera.

I better sign up for the Vermont City Marathon soon before it's filled up (maxes out at 3600, at 3000 now), hesitating 'cause I still have serious doubts as to whether I can actually follow through with this thing, I've got 17 weeks now, been doing 32+ miles for the past three weeks now, theoretically do-able. (In theory, theory and practice should be the same, but in practice they usually aren't.)

And, Happy Birthday, Herr Mozart!