Jeff here:
An Inauspicious start.
Okay. Two days in the bag and we
are already beat up and tired, tired, tired.
Here is the tale of the tape.
Day One: 42 miles, 3200 feet of climbing. Temperatures hovering around 100. Two wrong turns. One crash- my brother. One trip to the ER-ditto. Five stitches in the face-ditto. 20 or so cramps -all of us.
Day 2- 45 miles, 4500 feet of climbing, temps again climbing
to 100, 30 or so cramps.
We are done with the hard climbing for a few days, but we
are trading the hills for temperatures above 105. That is 15 degrees above normal for this time
of year. I guess we didn’t factor global warming into our planning.
For those betting on outcomes, we are behind schedule to finish on time by about
20 miles and the weather is not cooperating.
I still love my wife. Her
feelings for me are being tested. No major
fights, yet so the over/under for first fight is up for grabs. (Kim here: I don't know what he's talking about!)
Bill wins the trooper award. Kim wins the indulging her husband award. Karen wins the SAG of the year award. And me, I have been unanimously awarded the stupidity
award for thinking up this lame idea. (Kim here, again: Not true. It's not a lame idea. It's just hotter than anyone can imagine!)
Maybe when we have a few days where we make up some miles, I
might be able to write more.
