Tomorrow is supposed to be absolutely perfect in the mountains.
Perfect perfect.
The forecast is not even the usual "20% chance of storms" or "partly cloud" it is simply:
Ahhhh. Beautiful.
Originally Chris and I planned to do a 3 person single speed family attack on the 12 hours of Snowmass tomorrow, but STLDad had some important bus meetings that he wasn't able to get out of. The plan changed, and so it was going to be Chris and I in a duo team. However, in the end, Chris is very burned out on bike racing right now and frankly, the $250 entry would be better used toward much needed groceries. So instead, this week we decided to climb some 14ers instead.
Then the flu hit.
I'm feeling pretty good today. Still have a bit of a headache, but my energy has somewhat returned, and at least at the moment I'm able to eat without feeling like dying.
My heart wants to go up and climb Belford and Oxford tomorrow. Take advantage of the unbelievably perfect weather and enjoy a day out in the mountains with Chris and Turbo. Finally follow through on planned fun outing with Chris without letting him down... he's been bailed on a lot lately, by myself included, and disappointing him is worse than the flu.
My head tells me it's not the best idea to go hike 11 miles and tackle two fourteeners when I'm not totally recovered.
So I'm torn.
I hate decisions.
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A friend and I did the 12 Hours of Snowmass yesterday. Great course, but brutal. We weren't really in shape for it, so held up our position at the back. :) Feel pretty beat up (lower back from the repeatd beating on the technical descent) today, but it was definitely worth it. And I gotta admit, it was pretty cool to see Lance, too... :)
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