Day 3… The Struggle is Real

This ride has certain milestone days. Today was hill day. I hate hills. Today I struggled. It crossed my mind to get a ride and skip a few miles. I make light of things. But this is hard work. Today was a hard day. I’m sore. I’m tired. I ache. I’m likely dehydrated to a degree. People are realizing that this isn’t as easy as they thought. The number of people taking the booster bus to skip ahead in the morning is steadily growing.

The line of bikes waiting for the mechanics is getting longer every day.

The medics have people taking numbers.

But I love hearing from all of you…what an awesome experience! Unfortunately my sister, despite her best efforts, didn’t rate for a shout out today.

Separately…for anyone that has any questions, let me know. I can tell you about the ride, the experience, or some of the treatment options now available. We have some of the senior researchers from Roswell Park traveling with us, and they are all tremendously eager to share their knowledge.

A crew of LMTs travel along with us offering massages. I was skeptical year one. And then I treated myself…and changed my view immediately. Year one and year two, this was the one thing I treated myself to. The LMTs only get paid by their clients. My budget is twice per ride, $50 per 30 minutes…it makes the aches hurt just a little less.

Today I apparently started a political war between two municipalities I passed through. Geckos win. And, thank you, I now know that they can also go 30mph…
The other reason today was hard…in 2021 on my very first ride I was hit by a car. I went down pretty hard. It was near a corner where ESR people were stationed, and people rushed over. I was shaken up, my bike was scraped and bruised. I made it to camp, and the medics fixed me up, and the mechanics fixed up my bike. And today I went through that same intersection, forever etched in my mind, with a knot in my stomach.