Friday we arrived in the area of the Leadville trail run, and even before docking at our accomodations there was a planned run in the morning. We started out from twin lakes: Me, Sweet Baboo, Ken, Jean, and Mo. Some other guy showed up from Massachusettes, but he was actually from Romania, and that's all I know, so that's all I'll say about him.
The area is breathtaking. I took pictures. I'll upload them when I get home. jagged peaks that once held glaciers, well above the tree line, some with bits of snow still on them.
We started out and after a mile or so I heard a mention of river crossing, and I, uh, HUH? river crossing? Oh, well. No big deal. River crossings in New Mexico are streams that may or may not have water actually in them, and most of the time, you can just jump across them.
So as we jogged along, every once in a while I would run across some water, pretty still, about 4 to 6" deep, where some slow-moving streams crossed our path. Finally I asked Ken, "so, is this the river?"
"Not yet," he said.
Then we got to the river.
It was an actual river. With cold water was moving fast. I mean, it wasn't the mighty Mississippi or anything, but there was no way you were getting across this without serious wetness. My time across, I stepped down...and down...and down...until I was ass deep in rushing mountain cold water. I was almost freaking out, not because I was ass deep in cold rushing water, but because it was fast, with a strong current, and it was pushing me backwards. Lucky for me I had that Clydesdale in back of me to keep me from moving.
So I came up out of the river, soaking wet from butt to feet, and then we headed up to the trail head and parted ways. The plan was, those training for Leadville 100 would go up and over Hope pass, which is around 12,000 feetish above sea level, and then back up and over from the opposite side.
THIS morning, Saturday morning, I woke really tired. I didn't sleep well, and had had about 9 hours of sleep in two days. Baboo and I headed out to Leadville again, and got coffee, and by then I was a little nauseated, and my head was starting to hurt and pound a little.
I'm no fool, so I begged off the run and went back down to 8000 feet to rest. I looked up altitude sickness, and it had a list for "mild" sickness that went like this:
Symptoms generally associated with mild to moderate altitude illness include:
•Difficulty sleeping (check)
•Dizziness or light-headedness (Mmmm. Maybe)
•Loss of appetite (no, not really)
•Nausea or vomiting (check)
•Rapid pulse (heart rate) (check)
•Shortness of breath with exertion (you mean more than usual? check)
So tonight, we're supposed to do an "after dark" run. I really want to do this, so I'm going to rest and hopefully feel better to go later.
It occured to me when I was walking around a gift shop the other day that I want to have the kind of life where I can to see, and be among, the things that most people see on TV or in paintings. Running around in the mountains is a pretty good start, I think. I also credit Baboo for exposing me to a lot of things I might have been afraid of in another life.
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