Well, except for the mud - I hate mud.
|An overachieving rhododendron|
I biked 12 miles yesterday and thought I would die. So, really, the 58 miles I signed up for via Tour de Cure should be NO PROBLEM, right? Only, my sadistic physical trainer of a friend has just informed me that it is really 68 miles - we must have read it wrong the first time.
68 miles - that's just stupid already. I mean, isn't that what cars were invented for?
If anyone wants to sponsor me in this madness (and help fund diabetes research, which happens to be the real point of all this, not just helping me kill myself), email me (my email address is on my Blogger profile page - link over there in the right sidebar somewhere). Or, just pray that I make it through this alive - that would be helpful, too.