- 7:30 4 Units
- 10PM: 4 Units
- 7:45AM 5 Units with three more added hours later
- 8PM: 10 Units Ate too much Chinese Food
- Days' Inn Waffles shaped like Texas of course
- Peanut Butter Sandwhich
- More Pop Tarts
- Pro Bar Chewies
Lunch: No lunch because, well we had miles to make and the rain annihilated me
- Panda Express - the person went berserk when he leaned of what I was doing. He gave me two plates.
The day's ride:
This is a nice picture isn't it? Very serene. The sun is playing through the clouds. It looks windless. This was at 6 PM-ish. I liked this moment a lot.
So let me share about World War Three on a bicycle. Sure Ive wreaked before. Ive done dumber things on two wheels. Today it was the universes turn to text me. I started and the rain was already there. The first set of hills it backed off. My blood sugars were comfortable. I was content. Then the upshift into the small ring. Nothing. Back to the middle. Try the big ring. Nothing. The long tedious climb to the first meet up with Ben. Shifting fixed. 12 Miles done.
The rain was still here. The road was nice. Then the real rain came. Not like drizzle but down pour. It lasted for 30 minutes. Everything was drenched. No use in crying. The rain was coming down too hard for anything to see the lasting tears so keep pedaling. The next meet up.
Start again. Outside Breckenridge it really began to rain. Rain for an hour straight. The kind that bounces off the asphalt and bouncing back into your knees, waist, maybe back up to where it originated from. The puddles got bigger. I began to get smaller.
Start again after the third meet up. No donated hotels. No where to be. Blood sugar was stable. Ben and I decided to keep on. After 50 miles of rain, hard, delirious rain so many reasons to quit for the day but Im here to do a job and that is to show that it is possible with Diabetes or not so keep pedaling. Then finally the rain broke and it is my hope and feeling that I will have clear skies for the rest of the ride.
So start pedaling again. 2 Miles in and a flat tire. 3rd one. Ben came in as I hid under the awning of chicken and catfish place. A family asked what I was doing. I shared. They warned me about tomorrow. I ignored them for the moment. Choosing to embrace that I had a great team (Ben), air in my tires, a soon to be clear sky and so really cool events coming up.