Lack of O2??

After my hike the other day and the inability to walk saturday and sunday (and i’m still hobbling today) I honestly thought i would never want to climb a mountain again.  Never in life. 

But i think this high altitude living is affecting my brain.  Less oxygen is making me a little crazy.  Last night sometime i started wondering if i could do that hike again.  It was an excellent work out. My abs looked great yesterday. I know i burnt enough calories to get me back on track to where I wanted to be.  And continuous climbing like that would tone the hell out of my legs. And body. God, the bodies of the people running it….i want that

Then, this morning, still hurting and all, i decided i wanted to try another 14er.  Maybe not Pike’s Peak and the Barr Trail again. Not yet. But a different one.  And before i could even ask Chantel if she would maybe consider doing a hike with me that only lasted 5 hours total, she had emailed me and said despite what she thought, she kind of wanted to do it again.  So, saturday, for whatever reason, we are going to hike to the summit of Gray’s Mountain.

I don’t understand what happened between the pain and anguish and despair and anger of Saturday to now.  I was told that people become addicted to the mountain climbing much like runners have to run and surfers have to surf.  I wouldn’t have believed it.  But, here I am, two days after hating life and ready to quit, still sore, and yet, all set to go hike another 14er with the Barr Trail in the back of my head.  We will hike to the top of that trail.  I have no doubt in my head now.  At some point, hopefully by the end of this summer, we will re-do that god forsaken trail all the way to the top…but this time, we will get a ride down.

Hey!  Even the marathon runners get carted down.  

I think i have lost my mind….

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