DAY OFF! Well sort of. Having a "day off" should mean that I sat around with my feet up, listening to relaxing music, eating bon-bons, and...wait...bon-bons?
No bon-bons here. I traveled to northern IL last night, had trouble staying fully awake and focused on the drive home, then had trouble sleeping after I'd arrived. I planned to sleep in but my habit of getting up early prevented that from happening.
A visit with family, then another drive up to Madison. I decided on the way to drive my the lake I'll be swimming in. There were severe storms in the area (made for a long drive in heavy rain and winds!) and the lake was terribly choppy. My stomach turned. Really choppy. White caps. Water splashing up on the rocks and docks. My stomach turned the other way. Would they cancel the race if the lake looked like this? Would I survive a swim in that?
There was no question of whether or not I'd go into water like that for my race, just a question of whether or not I would survive it. I'm taking 'Death Before DNF' to a whole 'nother level with that line of thought.
In driving around Verona I found a Trek store and picked up some tubes for the bird. I figured in 125 miles worth of riding, the probability of a flat was reasonable. The stress of seeing the choppy lake was lessened by seeing multiple rainbows after the storm passed, just as I was heading to my hotel. I took it as a good omen.
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