Owned by a TRAIL!!!!!!!!!!

I don't get to the point of being sickishly tired that often, and it never gets to the point of me puking, until yesterday... The idea was to ride up the Sourdough Trail and the cut up over the top and down into Hyalite Canyon.

So we ride up the first nine or so miles, and then reach the one part that no one in the group had been on before. According to the Android GPS App (and a large amount of estimation), there's a killer climb to get over the top, but only for a short while. So we start up the climb, and are soon reduced to pushing our bikes uphill. After ten or so minutes of pure pain and want of cold liquid, we realize that the "hill" (more like Mountainous Peak of Suffering and Doom) does not actually continue for a "short while," in fact, it continues for more of a hellish eternity (it turned out to be around 1,100 feet). While the most fit member of the group elects to suffer on through the mask of pain and death, my dad and I decide to descend the way we came and forget we ever saw the Awful Mountain of Death and Destruction.

Now for the puking part. I woke up slightly sick, but felt 100% better in time for our Outing of Death. However, just as we started up the Lofty Peak of Hell and Disembowelment, I started to feel it again. I had also felt sick when we stopped before we reached the Summit of Fear and Loathing, but that was always fixed by resuming our ride. Now, here's the crucial element: That whole time we were going up, so I was working. On the way down, it was all a big descent, which was basically just like standing still, except at 20 mph. So I was bumming on the way down. When we got home, I was lying on the couch and feeling pretty awful.
Me: "Dad, I think I'm gonna barf
My Dad: "No, you're alright, just sick."
Me: "BLAAAAAAA!"
My Dad: "Jeez, you really did puke"
So yeah... You get the picture.