Finally, here comes a mile marker – please be 8, please be 8. Jesus – eleven? The miles are going by so slow now. I hope we make it to Key West by 2:00. It’s only 12:30, but Sarah is having trouble keeping up, and I’m pedaling slow, even for me. Amazing what a small injury can do – I was slowing her down yesterday. I sure hope she doesn’t permanently screw up her knee. Glad mine stopped hurting – thought for sure I was going to have to quit. Hers must really hurt. Hang on Sweetie, watch out for that stupid pothole.
Sitting in the food tent at 4:30 a.m. on Friday, we’re shaking, trying to stay warm, I wish I was home in bed – who wouldn’t? We brought “warm” clothes but it’s hard to wear long underwear on a bike. Descended from a long line of bitchers, complaining [click to read more…]
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