4 guys, 2 bears; As the title suggests, this was a nauseating day on the trails.
The signs were pretty obvious - violent heaving for 24 hours between Wednesday and Thursday, a Friday night weigh in that confirmed I was still down about 6 pounds, and a still, inexplicably, buoyant attitude Saturday morning. I try to exercise a lot of caution when dealing with illness or injury. Usually I bide my time and let things clear up. It was clear that the only thing working in my favor for our planned 3 Bears route was that I really wanted to run. So I did. In a sport where attitude is everything, it was clear that my head was going to have to convince my legs to make it through this day.
We left Chautauqua and headed up the paved section of the Mesa Trail. Usually this would be an easy jog and a great place to conversate with friends. Instead, I was concerned with the rapidity that I started sweating and the fact that even on this gentle grade, I couldn't find the space in between breaths to chide Steve for my stereotype of lawyers, formed by this scene, which I watched for the umpteenth time the previous night.
The section of Mesa Trail seemed to stretch much longer than the advertised "few" miles. The shortest steep pitches required Euro-style hiking. The world seemed to have shrunk to the space between my eyes and the trail. A strange thing happened though, instead of wallowing in pity, I tried to just enjoy the fact that even on my worst day, I could still move through the Boulder trails with some (albeit plodding) consistency. There wasn't a point where I "decided" to go slow and smile the whole time, it just happened as a result of there being no other option. Until Dave Mackey was lurking behind me.