So I'm just a little absent this past week.  If you must know, I'm playing hooky. 
Hooky from life.
Hooky from Weight Watchers and counting every last point. 
Hooky from work...

I'm not playing hooky from exercise though.  OK, I did take the weekend off - not even a long weekend.  But I was running again on Monday morning already.  But this morning I DID NOT WANT TO GO.  I know, since I've been playing hooky that I have been eating and drinking (unfortunately I'm not talking water here) more than usual.  I knew I had to get out there, for my sanity, because I have a 5k coming up in 2-1/2 weeks, but most of all because I needed to desperately burn some calories. 

Despite all of the reasons I needed to go, I thought of every excuse in the book:
Its cold out... it was in the 30s this morning.
All I have is short sleeve shirts and shorts (see above comment).
I'm playing hooky after all, what's the big deal about skipping a day.
The altitude here is 3 times what I'm used to.

But then the cloudy/cold day became lovely and mildly warm, and there was ZERO percent humidity and even though I wondered what the altitude would do to my head and my lungs I couldn't bear to NOT run when my view was this: