Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

I'm hangin' out in my favorite small town in the world.  It's a bit windy down here and the elevation is prety high (above 8,000 ft.).  I can't decide whether to do my long run (20 miles) today or tomorrow.  It's windy today but 49 degrees; tomorrow is not suppose to be windy at all but 29 degrees.  Pick your poision I guess but, nevertheless, it's magical in this town; the way live is suppose to be; I think us big city folks are way off path; we got it wrong.