Chris mentioned the other day that he hadn't taken any pictures of the changing leaves (and they're changing quick!) so the other day, I went out with the sole (well, the riding wasn't bad either) purpose of taking pictures of yellow leaves and pretty views.
Ironically, it was nearly the same ride I did the day I got sick and I found myself struggling up the slightest incline. I could barely stay ahead of a guy pushing his bike up the 401 climb. This time around, I was surprised when I popped out of the trees long before I was expecting to.
At the bottom, I gulped at the thought of the three humps to get out from Gothic. The 300 foot vertical gain over three miles had crushed me two weeks prior. This time, I had to shake me head at how sick I must have been that first day when my stomach gave up on me.
But the stomach does seem to be back and for that I'm grateful.