I took the dog for a walk up the hill from the house around sunset the other night and looked over the Front Range. I know the profile pretty well from looking at it for years, and in many cases, having tagged many of the high points (or having JV point out to me the ones I had not done).
I looked at Green and wondered when, if ever, I'd get back to it. And then I realized I couldn't remember when I last did it.
I texted GW and told him I was going to do it Saturday morning and he immediately responded with agreement that he was also in. I wasn't expecting much other than to get my ass kicked. I mean it always kicked my ass but this would be an ass kicking that would just take longer than it used to. I was curious as to how my ankle would hold up, and recognized I might need to pull the rip cord early if I was jacking it up.
As a bonus, JZ came home for the weekend last night and so he joined us. We took the ASG up and Gregory down. It was mostly a slog hike up, but with some slow running where we could manage. JZ took off on the down - but I took it careful. 6.1 miles.
It had been 51 weeks since I had last hit this hill. Definitely kicked my ass, but that is because I have not done this in a long time. I am happy with how the ankle held up. It was sore, but no more so than it has been the last week or so.
Also was good to get this done early - it was turning into a bit of Disney Land as we finished up.