Back on Track

Okay, last night i did my big Red Mountain loop -- the one I used to run. 5.6 miles. I ran <3 miles of it, then hiked the rest (where I stopped running is where it gets super steep).
A most excellent run and hike, though I was still coming down from what I'm calling the "afternoon acid trip". A project manager I'm working for is a 5', petite South Vietnamese dynamo. She took me to lunch yesterday and wanted to expose me to the indulgence of a Baskin Robbins "Blast". Think ice cream, coffee syrup, and a shitload of chocolate.... with about a cup of whipped cream on top. She has these every day. I don't know how. I had half of mine and my vision began to blur. I thought I was going to implode, or maybe run a marathon, or preferably throw up. Possibly all three, at the same time. The affects of the thing were horrible.
Well, anyway, with that gut-bomb and my garlic chicken swirling and stewing in my belly, the run was a pretty impressive belch-fest. Never again.
I've misplaced my iPod cable and can't download my run from last night.
Oh, and FYI, the Nike + thing needs to be calibrated so that it reads accurately.
I got my speedlaces and put them on my shoes, the way they fit makes the Nike+ sensor a bit loose and ready to slip out (though it never did), so I also need to get it velcroed in there.
Not much else to say.