|This looks like how we felt the last 8 miles|
I was barely hanging in there myself. Another rider pedaled passed me with a radio/speaker on her handlebars, blasting out "Shut Up And Dance." The music might have helped, if I hadn't almost killed myself trying to keep up with her so I could hear it.
But my friend and I managed to ride past the finish line, tall in the saddle and smiling, so I call that a win. And then I went home, showered (because not only was I sweaty, but also I managed to pee on my own pants while trying to hover over the seat of a port-a-potty at one of the rest stops), and (finally) lay flat on my back on my beautiful bed, in my beautiful bedroom, for the first time since I had returned from my girlfriend trip to Maine.
For those of you keeping track, that translates into a full week that I was sleeping on our couch. I decided to ignore Larry, who was hinting around all evening that I should thank him because he put the furniture back in the bedroom - you know, the same bedroom that he insisted on dismantling against my wishes while I was gone.
People, that would be like my slashing Larry's car tires and then waiting to hear his expression of gratitude after I got them fixed.
|Not my bedroom, but that's the color|
Whaddaya mean, Revenge Purple isn't a real paint color? It should be.
[Tired cyclist image: Free Coloring Sheets]
[Bedroom image: Photobucket]