TIRED

I’ve been on the road now for 18 days and my enthusiasm is dying a slow death, much like the Biden administration (too political?) You can measure your enthusiasm by how early and often you look at the bikes odometer. When you’ve got a three hundred mile day ahead of you and you’re glancing down to check it after twenty miles, you know it’s gonna be a long day. 

Even getting going in the morning is getting harder and harder.  You’d assume leaving early to avoid the heat would be the common sense approach …you’d think. The hotel room sucks you in like a horney vacuum cleaner. This morning I was packing up early in the morning, getting ready to leave. The tv was on in the background, with a movie on. I sit down for one second and before you know it the movies over and the cleaning ladies are knocking on the door wondering if I’m staying another day. Packing up and getting all the luggage on the bike takes at least 45 minutes, sometimes an hour. The worst thing is leaving the cool confines of the hotel foyer and entering into the hot kiln of the outdoors. It’s like a swift kick to the nads. But you know you have no choice. Just like Sophie.