Prior to leaving for Mexico, I had written sections for my book on altitude adjustments and how the body corresponds to abrupt changes. My research had shown that the body, once adjusted, has a day where it tends to be slow, tired, and a bit off. This is actually normal, it's sort of like "on the seventh day, he rested"--once you've changed all the levels of your body to function normally, you need a short period to recover.

I've never felt anything obvious since coming back earlier this week; I've ran some and TRIED to go for a bike ride (though a chronically flat tire prevented much of that). Last night however, I felt like I had spent the day running up and down mountains. I hit the sack around 10:30 pm and didn't stir until 8:30 this morning! Even Xanadu, my cat, hadn't moved from her spot next to my pillow. I'm guessing this 10 hour trip to dreamland was a result from re-acclimating to 5,400 ft. in Boulder. It's a shame though, I don't remember a single dream from it all!

Posted by James Dziezynski @ 9:45 AM