The last week of the tour was anticlimactic. No more mountain passes. No more mountains period. No deserts, no heat, no more 80 mile days. Just a few more days of flat cruising. What there were were accolades about what an incredible feat this was, and that was true. It was a big deal physically. But that wasn't the part that was the most challenging for me. I knew from mid-September that my body was ready. I knew I could do the miles, so long as speed was not a factor. (That said, I worried about coming in as the caboose, long after everyone else had arrived.) I could get up any hill put in front of me even if I had to walk (I didn’t!). I knew I could ride in hot weather and in cold, in wind and in fog, on days when I was having fun and on days when things sucked. The physical aspect was the easy part. I have struggled for as long as I can remember with self-doubt and a fear of failure. I found the decision making tortuous. I agonized over the gear choices, worrying about “being
To our utter surprise we woke up to dry skies with the sun peeking through the clouds. No rain in the forecast — what a gift! We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast at the hotel and set off around 9 o’clock. Family and friends had been given an arrival time between 1130 and 12 so the pace was leisurely. We rode mainly bike paths. No spectacular scenery, just quiet miles with lots of introspection. As we neared Saint Augustine I started to feel the excitement grow. I was ready for the ride to be done, to see Greg and Gemma and the rest that would be there to join me. It wasn’t quite time to stop paying attention, however, because our route took us right through downtown Saint Augustine’s narrow streets and traffic was both heavy and unforgiving. It wasn’t till I turned into the state park that I got a little emotional. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the realization that this adventure is truly over. I rode in and spotted Greg’s truck right away - and next saw Sarah and Walt and Gemma with a b