Boy did I miss the prediction for Middle Tennessee. We pedaled up some really tough hills there in Tennessee. To make matters worse, I felt as bad as I can feel and still be able to ride. On Saturday's ride, I finally just had to pull over and stand there. Thankfully it was only another 3 miles to our rest stop. After a little Gatoraid and air conditioning I was able to pull myself together for the 15 mile run to our lunch spot. Cruel fate intervened and as I was fading from my powerful effort to get down there, we found a 3/4 mile climb up to the drive for the eating spot with a further 3/10ths mile climb up a 18% or better grade. Even Friday when we began riding my legs felt like jelly. Sunday after Saturday's hard ride, I didn't have a lot of energy. I was glad to have taken the 25 mile option.
“Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it’s no worse than it is.” ~ Margaret Mitchell