I was up early feeding babies and figured since it was starting to get light as I was finishing up, I would strike while the iron was hot. Somehow it managed to take me 90 or so minutes to dress, eat, check e-mail, download my daily podcasts, drive to Boulder, then poop at the TH. Just as I was about ready to go (7:30am-ish), I heard a distant and distinct scratch, scrape, scratch, scrape and figured it must be Homie, since I was parked next to his car. I was right in my assumption and spent a short while chatting with him. We both had to boogie, as I had ~1 hour to meet Brandon and possibly go another lap (if I could get clearance from home) and Homie had to do something, not sure what he called it, work I think he said.
Due to the snow, I had been avoiding the front side in favor of shallower grades and marginally more sunshine of Gregory/Ranger, so I figured for something different, I would go up Amphi/Saddle/Greenman. Immidiately I felt like crap, my legs had no pep and it was all I could do to get up the larger step ups. My vision was also a little skewed, dark in the periphery and the middle was kind of like I got a surprise flash from a camera, or stared at the sun for a little too long. I just went slowish (since that was about all I could muster up) and was thankful to make it to the top. The wind was blowing, so I threw on my wind breaker and took off down Ranger/Gregory to warm up. Fortunately, not long below the 4-way, the wind subsided and the day seemed warm again. I just cruised casually on auto pilot back to the TH and then waited on Brandon to tell him that I would not be able to join him for a second lap (permission denied, probably for the best anyways considering how lousy I felt on the first lap). I think lack of sleep was the main culprit, I should have just slept in and gone later. Oh well, a tough day on Green is better than a great day on the flats or a treadmill.
Splits:
Up Amphi/Saddle/Greenman: 39:52
Down Ranger/Gregory: 25
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