don't let the title fool you. this is not a tour. it is a 100 mile bike race. and i had a mental breakdown at mile 80. and i cried. my speedometer was not working very well. and said i was at mile 57... and i knew that this particular canyon went to mile 80. and the canyon was mostly flat/downhill and major headwind so big burly men could just coast by me while i had to PEDDLE my little heart out to move at turtle speed. so i started crying real tears and sniffles. and jeff had already gone to the turnaround and was heading back, and i saw him but i didn't want to make him stop and get out of his groove so i just cried as he rode away. it was all very sad.
do you see those clouds? we woke up to rain, 54 degrees for the first 3 hours.
|but i ended with a smile on my face cause my endorphin level was at it's PEAK.|
|chad and erik.|
|i am now explaining my breakdown and how at the moment i was so mad at jeff.|