Well, it was bound to happen at some point on this trip. That moment at which Boy Blunder's bubble bursts. I had been struggling with fatigue for a couple days but felt good in the morning. A happy tailwind had thoughts of a big mileage day dancing in my head. My route shifted and the tailwind became a vigorous crosswind along a busy highway with a poor shoulder. I took a break for lunch at a town where I would turning directly into the wind. I didn't want to leave the Taco Time; I just sat there and looked blankly out the window. I finally got on the bike to ride 21 miles to the next town where I was going to end the ride early for the day. I only lasted about four miles before my spirit leaked away.
I checked into a hotel at 3:00, got into bed and turned on HBO. They were showing the film Run Fat Boy Run. Too bad I didn't find the story of a loser father completing a marathon on a broken ankle inspiring. But it was pretty damn ironic.
So I drank a bottle of PediaLite, ate dinner and when to bed about 8:00.
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