I surprised myself by making it up the two giant hills without needing to walk, or gag, or puke. In fact, I probably could have gone longer than 1.5 miles, but of course, I don't want to push that envelope. The one peculiar thing that happened on this short run was a gas leak up the street from my house. It smelled awful and it was BAD. I'm sure if someone decided to light up a cig the neighborhood would've exploded. Well, maybe not, but it sure did smell that way. There were three energy vans working on the problem. I decided to avoid that street on my way back, you know, just to be on the safe side. I'll leave the giant explosions to the movies and The Lonely Island dudes.