just finished a two hour long run down to baseline lake.
i didn't really feel altitude until an hour and half in, though i knew something was up because i hadn't recovered as well as i normally would from my half hour run yesterday.
i literally went from striding to a dead standstill from the nausea. i was able to get back into a decent jog for the last half hour back to my house after a few minutes.
when i took that short break i stopped at a gas station to get a vitamin water. the clerk, dead serious, looked at me (fuel belt in hand, drenched in sweat) and asked, "running?"
i was so stunned with his blunt stupidity i couldn't even come up with a witty remark such as 'nope just wrestled a bear' or some inappropriate comment about his mother.
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