Sometimes you're the bug....
and sometimes you're windshield. Tonight I was the bug. The big smashed green one that your windshield wiper smears right in your line of sight. Felt like a big bag of steaming feecus riding tonight. All over the trail, cut up by thorns, etc. Shoulda saved energy and gone tomorrow. Rather than wasting energy and doing something stupid like crashing or pushing my bod too far and getting sick, I aborted the ride at 1 hour and headed back to the Soob.
Wonder who won the Marathon today? The one I DID NOT do 'cause I'm lame. Or is it broke? Or is it both? HA! Bigger fish to fry coming up in two weeks at event were you can at least win some cash.
Good new. Tom is back in Dodge and said he'll be able to make it up to Seven Springs at least to help me through the night laps. RIGHT ON! Thanks.