Welcome to an epic From the Mouth of Manfriend.
On Friday Manfriend and I made a long-planned trip to Grouse Mountain to do the Grouse Grind. I had the sniffles and wasn’t feeling 100%, but I thought “2.9 km, that can’t be too bad.”
Manfriend helpfully reminded me “It’s 2.9km with an elevation gain of 2,800 feet that is made up of 2,830 stairs.”
Me: “I can do it.” *cough, hack, sniffle*
We ended up going up the mountain. I had cancelled hiking on Manfriend the last three weeks so I think I was mainly sucking it up for the most part to prove I wasn’t going to ditch him while hiking. He remained silent and never once said anything on the matter, so I’m not sure why I felt I had to a) go hiking while sick and b) tackle this beast.