JF had recovered from our whiskey and beer night on the town in Newark, so I gave him a call to see if he wanted to tag along to GV. Hit the road, got to GV and met
It was all downhill from there. I climbed like SHIT. Floundered on a 5.10 crimpfest, then decided to take it easy and still floundered on some easy 5.6/7 stuff. Whatever, not a big deal, still sick. I didn't realize how much being sick really saps one's energy.
Sam was climbing like the lady pimp she is, and JF was a serious hustla today... the two of them were whooping every 5.10 they tried. It was a pleasure to watch them climb. I just can't wait to be healthy again and be riding my bike. 12 hours of Lodi is coming so soon, and I'm thinking a solo effort might be out of my reach this year. The squarewheels 3 man team may have to make another go at it.
I may be getting healthy... but some people in this world will always be sick: Jesus Camp.