Day 10 of 17 Days of Texas. What a difference a good night’s sleep – six and a half solid hours – has on your psyche. I started out by myself into the wind and thought “oh great, another day of wind,” but after a few miles Cliff, Bill, George and Danny went by so I hopped on their paceline. They weren’t going too fast so I thought I wouldn’t wear myself out trying to hang on. We were all taking our turns out front, but every time we got to Katie’s van I was in front, so she made a big deal out of me pulling all the men. Pilot Bill was being very complimentary on how smooth my riding was, making him feel more comfortable riding in a paceline, he would fight to stay behind me, not letting anyone take his place, it was a little weird. We passed Keri, Roberta, Sig and finally Bob, our little paceline stayed together all the way to checkpoint. It was more hilly after, and my paceline group wanted to stop at the top of most of the hills and rest, so I finally just rode on my own.
After putting up my tent in camp, Sig asked if I wanted to share their big air conditioned cabin. It was 100 degrees and it wasn’t suppose to cool down a bunch that night, so I quickly took them up on their offer. Got laundry done, sat on rocks in the river and relaxed until it was time to eat. Dinner was good trough. I had a late massage lined up and when I finally got back to my pull-out couch for the evening, Bob and Sig were already in bed, but my covers were turned down and there was a slice of cheese on my pillow – I guess they couldn’t find a chocolate mint. I giggled appropriately and crawled into bed.
66.5 miles - 15.5 avg mph