It smells like poop and it is windy. And it owes me a downhill.
One of the most wonderful things about cycling is that once you get to the top of an uphill, eventually there will be a downhill. It may take a few hundred feet, but eventually it will come.
Indiana, you owe me a downhill. I will resent you until it is received.
Ohio, on the other hand, rocks. I don't know if it's just because I finally got past the first 2 weeks (my training weeks, full of pain and doubt and more pain) and was in pretty good shape, or if the hills became less intense (which they probably did) and there wasn't a lot of wind, or if I just got this biking thing down, but Ohio is my favorite state so far.
Ok, sorry for the mixed up posts. All of the 21 and up-ers went to the bars and so the youth don't know what to do with ourselves, but I just found Arrested Development on the internet and now I know what to do with ourselves. Bye!!
1 comment:
Megan, you are doing a great job blogging. You are amusing, informative, and awesome in reporting the ups and downs (no pun intended) of an undertaking like Bikeandbuild. I enjoy reading about what is happening because it is hard to get information otherwise. pat (Will's mom)
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