June 23, 1999
|I woke up to a cold, cloudy, rainy, morning.
Pedaling west on 43 I was riding against the cold wind. The temperature was 7 degree
Celsius (44 degrees Fahrenheit) and the wind-chill brought it well below freezing. I hate
the wind and call it a few names I wont mention here. Cold, rain, and hills, I can
tolerate but that stupid wind is pure hell! So again, I find myself miserable and in a bad
mood. As I stopped at the edge of town, I thought "screw it, I dont have
to put up with this crap". If it isnt fun, Im not going to do it. I have
nothing to prove and Ive endured enough crap on this trip already. So, I turned
around and checked into a motel at the edge of town, the Westport Inn.
The lady in the office informed me that this weather will continue throughout the week. OK, so Im having a bad day. Things are going to get better. Im sure of it, they always do.
Today - 1.99 miles
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