I think I could have managed the 65 miles pretty happily. I said to Bob at mile 55 "I can't believe this, but I am actually enjoying myself. But I reserve the right to change my mind."... Then after Bob's second flat at mile 61 (!) in pouring rain (and we were doing this together dammit, I had to stick around) I was cursing it again.

Didn't drink a lot because it was one of those days where the coolness and rain leaves you not feeling sweaty so it's not obvious. But knowing I was dehydrating after was a good lesson to just drink anyway.

Uh rain. Although it helped that I could drink the rain directly out of the sky, saving time not having to grab a bottle. Ha ha.


Oh and did I mentioned how FILTHY I was after? My arms were so dirty it was abrasive to use my aerobar pads. I power washed our shoes and threw the rest in the clothes washer. I hope I don't wreck the machine with all of the grit. We had a good laugh at the amount of dirt that had permeated our clothes onto our skin. And I have tan lines! That's just unfair.

This is a great event and will look forward to next year. Now I know what I am capable of! And I always enjoy activities with Steve.