Hardcore

Just to prove how hardcore I am, I went running yesterday - at an altitude of 2,850 meters (9,300 feet) - in the pouring rain.

When I first arrived in Quito, it was difficult to walk more than a mile or two without wanting to rest. I was tired all the time - although maybe that was my cold talking. Now, I only feel the altitude when running or hiking (although I still go to bed by 10:00 p.m. every night) and every time is slightly less painful than the last.