I'm posting this blog from 37,064 feet, 557mph away from the man I love. The wrenching sadness at leaving each other kind of took me by surprise. I knew it would be hard, emotional, all of that. But it's almost like we looked at each other differently now that I was getting ready to leave him in his new home in Boulder...like we were seeing each other a little more clearly, stripped of all distraction and normalcy, thrust into the reality and the enormity of what is happening. There is a great love here, a deep friendship and gratitude for each other and the life we're sharing. I have so much admiration and respect for Mark and for the tremendous bravery he's mustering to do this thing. He has changed over the past month, and the remarkable thing is that he's conscious and aware of where his mind and heart are...what he's feeling, how he's doing. I'm so proud of him. 16 days and I'll be back.
Only thing is, he'll have had 16 more days to acclimate and grow more red blood cells. He's gonna kick my ass on the trail.
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