Colorado's kicking my ass

Ladies and gentlemen, let me be the first to tell you this whole mile-high thing does some funky stuff to you're head and your body. I got winded biking up an incline. I'd barely call it a hill. It was such a slight change in elevation, as a matter of fact, that it might have been a hole. I don't know. The point was I had to get off my bike and actually work at catching my breath. As a former pack-a-day smoker, I can tell you, it takes a lot to feel that emphysematous and, you know what folks? Boulder's got it. Yeah, yeah, it's got a great view and lots of cute little shops and scenic bike paths and stuff, too. What good is it though if you suffer from bouts of spontanous apoplexy? None. There you have it. I fought the altitude and... well, I just feel kinda sick now.