Got home, and I quickly got dressed for a ride. I knew I was one of a million medium sized fishes in small ponds that wanted to take a dip in the ocean. I was so excited to ride. Mark had frankenbiked one of Katie’s bikes for me and we headed towards the mountain trails. I was so stoked. I rode great Tuesday night, and I was ready to rock out. Then the trail went up. And I couldn't breathe. I pedaled, I wasn't going fast, and I thought I was gonna pass out. The air was thin. Mark in a cool, gesture, heard my labored breathing, it sounded more like I was in labor, and said, "welcome to Colorado, mate." Perhaps luckily for me the trails were really too wet to ride, and we bailed out early.

Back at the house, I was washing the bike, and feeling a little dejected, and 3 kids rolled up on scooters and inquired, " Mister, are you with the Olympic program." "clearly, not" I replied with my tail tucked between my legs, I looked up and saw Katie laughing in a good bust my balls kinda way