Still have the cold, and took the luxury of moving slowly this morning. Didn't get out to test the leg running till 9. Temperature by then was 65° F, warm enough that if I had to slow to a walk I'd be okay in shorts and a tee shirt.

The leg was fine, at first. 7 or 8 minutes into the run, my right calf began muttering at me. I slowed down. By the time I got to the top of the second small hill, I decided not to try the third. Slowed down some more. The calf kept slowly getting worse. I ended up running to point I could map just after 15 minutes, then walking the rest of the route.

That mapped out to 2.05 miles running in 15:10, for a 7:24 average pace per mile. Since I was running normally at first, I think I might have slowed down to an 8 minute mile before deciding the best part of valor was to walk.

Tomorrow I'll walk, and remember the wise words of my mother: "Growing old is not for sissies." I'll see how Monday goes, but I expect I won't try to run again till Tuesday. Hopefully by then the remains of this cold will be gone, and I can run Tuesday and Thursday next week.