I started this morning sort of easy: fast enough to get warm (I give myself 15 minutes from a cold start – if I’m still cold, then I’ll put on the windbreaker), slow enough to stay under (but close to) 150 bpm on the heart rate monitor. I felt good, but I knew it was partly because I’d taken care of myself the day before.

But then I saw this and had to STOP!

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Erin brought over the Shetland pony and the goat to meet me:
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Goat selfie!
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After the first water stop, we got to watch a bulldozer rip out some trees. Very sad.
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Shortly thereafter, a few of the “carbon boys,” as I’ve nicknamed the young men on carbon bikes, invited me to join their paceline. So I did, and rode with them all the way to lunch.
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And this is where we had lunch:

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I don’t know why this statue seems like something from a dystopian YA novel, but it does…
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Yarn bomb bike makes me happy every time I see it!
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The first few miles after lunch I took it easy, but a paceline found me and I hopped on, and was immensely grateful to be drafting when we hit headwinds. We got to the fork in the road – right for the 57.7 mile day, straight for the 73.6 mile day. Camp wasn’t even open, and the long route featured a bike museum and a distillery.

Off we went, and even though I was dropped on a climb with a few miles to go?

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The Dewey Cannon:

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Bike Museum!

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Journeyman Distillery

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So… Started easy, rode hard, lunch, rode easy, rode hard, finished easy.

A good day and I’m ready for dinner, a bonfire, s’mores, and some Ravenswood Rye!

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