I think the mandatory trip to the bike shop back home in order to do the ride was helpful--my gears seem to be working well.
Today's Lancaster leg of the journey was pretty, though we were in the car by then, our bikes up on the rack. A simple roadside stand held fresh fruit and apples on sticks; it looked like a view right out of Martha Stewart Living. We passed tobacco fields, dairy farms, fields and fields of sunflowers. An Amish family in a buggy. And an apple orchard--the fragrance filled the air. The place across the street advertised apple dumplings. Alas, we were on a mission, so could not stop.
Tomorrow, we have to be up at 5 again. Breakfast 5:30, start biking out of this Hampton Inn in Lancaster [very nice, BTW] by 6:30. The course is another 100 miles--a century, they call it. I will do my best, as much and as strongly as I can. But not a century--not in this century, I don't think!
Grateful, grateful for those padded bike shorts. I know I would have had to stop sooner without them.
On a few stretches where I was pedaling alone, I thought of Dad, and Figgy, and H. And of my struggles with my work. I was glad for the time to contemplate.
If I can do this ride, and manage these hills, then I can certainly face my work challenges, I thought.
I want to bring that strength back home with me. I also got proud texts from Fig, H., Sis and Moey. Good night.