Solo Saturday
Lisa needs a little time off the bike so I ventured out by myself on Saturday.
(See? No one in front of me.)
(This old hand pump at the Battelle Darby Creek Metropark filled up a water bottle and kept me going.)
(See? No one in front of me.)
Odd winds, for OH in June, out of the East gave me a tiny push on my way out. Tailwinds are always nice but nicer on the way home.
I rode out to London, OH and failed at finding where the Ohio to Erie Trail picks back up so I got a crappy tour of the town before getting back on the trail heading East. And to start riding into the wind that was picking up.
By the time I exited the trail(about 47 miles into my ride) to take the roads back home, I was running low on water and every flag I saw was stiff and pointing to the West. How strong was the wind? At one point I went around a bend doing 17+mph and turned into the headwind. New speed? 14.5. Another time, while watching my heart rate climb trying to maintain pace on a flat stretch of road, I yelled, “F@*k!” at the top of my lungs. It helped.
(This old hand pump at the Battelle Darby Creek Metropark filled up a water bottle and kept me going.)
63 miles after leaving home I was back. Once again finding metaphors for the daily struggles of those managing seizure activity and those who help them. Some days are a constant headwind. We hope that our efforts to raise money for research and further awareness will help them catch a sweet tailwind.
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