First flat, hills, more rain, more hills

Well, I woke up on my sad bathroom bench and instead of being miserable, I was just - angry. I was like FUCK YOU, ENDLESS RAIN. YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ELSE TO ME.

I was already miles behind. I was already out of dry warm clothes and socks. My shoes had been dripping for days. My feet were beyond raisiny. I hadn't really slept. I may have been having some sort of adrenaline-based survival reaction to it all. So I was like, I DON'T CARE. COME AT ME, WEATHER.

And then the rain was like "okay, madame, if you insist." It continued through the morning.

And then I got a flat tire. I walked half a mile to the next driveway so I could fix it off the road. And I fixed it. And it kept raining. And I kept riding. It was hills, all day. Up and up and up and up.

Eventually, the rain stopped. And I made it, and more. After 95 miles, on a day where 90% of my time or so was spent climbing at 4 or 5 miles an hour, I am back on schedule.Read more