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Nerves and Butterflies

The nervous system is a funny thing. It hasn’t kept up with the fast pace of human society. It’s still operating on good, old fight or flight: when something stressful comes your way, it’s either getting you ready to defend yourself or run away.

Less than two days before leaving for my trip, I’m not sure which way my body is leaning.Read More »Nerves and Butterflies

The Next 50 Miles

I slept relatively well that night. I woke up a few times, like I always do. But overall I woke up feeling refreshed. Sore, but still refreshed.

I accidentally left my alarm on my phone, so that partially woke me up at 6 a.m. It was the birds that ultimately pulled me out of bed. They were surely expressing their delight at a new day. I wondered if they couldn’t do it just a little bit later.Read More »The Next 50 Miles

47 Miles

I slept better that second night of camping. I didn’t wake up that I can remember, except to roll over occasionally. Read More »47 Miles

Bike Camping

So I made the 48-mile ride to Hillsborough River State Park. I looked at other metrics associated with the trip. I had a total elevation increase and decrease of around 700 feet. I was facing a 10 mph headwind (I think).Read More »Bike Camping

48 miles

Before Thanksgiving break, students asked what my plans were. I didn’t really have plans for Thanksgiving day (still don’t). But I was going to bike to Hillsborough River State Park, camp for two nights, and then bike bike. Close to 100 miles round trip.Read More »48 miles

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