Now, I'm in decent shape but when met with the suicidal 196 steps that lead from the road to the stage, my not-even-close-to-being-reacclimated-to-the-altitude-of-Colorado body wanted to collapse and die by stair 15.  I'm not kidding.  But how embarrassing would it be to die minutes before doing a fitness shoot?  Very, I tell you.  So me and my burning and wanting-to-collapse lungs trudged up the stairs and were met with the ever awesome surroundings of Red Rocks.