Early wake up was too early, so we went for 5 am. Still freezing cold. We had a small breakfast, grabbed our climbing packs, and started the scramble to the base. The sun slowly rose, catching Kenya on fire, and melting the frost on all our rocks. On the approach I felt strange, tired, like I couldn’t catch my breath, which is weird, because I am fully acclimatized. I thought nothing of it, so we started our climb. It was amazing. This is why I love climbing, and the mountains. We had technical pitches and scrambling pitches--a perfect alpine rock climb. Pitch after pitch fell below our feet. I was on a rope with Damian, Ryan was with Fer. We came to one pitch that I will always remember. I was in a hanging belay, watching the others tackle a traverse onto a layback over a block, hanging hundreds of feet over an exposed face. Then it was my turn. I cleaned the belay, and worked my way out onto the face, cleaning protection. Just hanging over Africa was what was amazing. Concentrating on the rock face while behind me the sun gazed upon us. Like the whole world was watching me, spread eagled on a face so far above the ground. Breathtaking. That pitch was actually a mistake, we got off route, but I was glad for it. Then, (on route) we followed beautiful rock up chimneys, over blocks, up the peak. Then at 4:00 pm, 1 pitch below the summit of the 2^nd highest peak in Africa, weather turned us back. This gave us 10 raps down in the dark.  I had one teeny headlamp, so everyone else was shining their lights to try and show me the way a little bit. The cold crept in, and the hours stretched out, until finally at about 9 we were at camp. And I knew something was wrong. I couldn’t stand up, was dizzy, nauseous, and couldn’t focus on anything, so I went straight to bed.