We didn’t expect it to be easy, but we also didn’t expect some of the obstacles that barged in to our bike trip.
My semi sleep is interrupted by a rap at the door. It takes only about 3 seconds for me to acknowledge the wake up, recognize the reason for it, and begin making moves to get out of my bed.
Matt slowly moves towards the door, opens it and reveals a smiling and refreshed looking Dale Fisher. Dale is already dressed in his neon green biking jersey with an eagerness and smile plastered on his face. It was enough to make me both angry and envious. How he looks so refreshed throws me. My body is hurts.
“You guys ready?”
Matt slowly responds with a drawn out “no” and tells Dale we’ll be ready in about 20 to 25 minutes.
I cut in abruptly and sternly with a “We’re rolling in 10!”
I was mad at myself for hitting snooze for the past 30 minutes after agreeing the night before to leave at 7:45 am. The night before ended late after 16 hours in the saddle, 118 miles of biking, two big detours and a large majority of that riding through mud. It was even more challenging then day 1, but if we wanted to get to DC on day 3, we had to get on the rode by 8:00 am.
We didn’t expect it to be easy, but we also didn’t expect some of the obstacles that presented themselves.