Gastro-Explosion
What ever you do, DON'T look into Lucy's eyes. If you do, you will be under her evil control.
The above picture is of Carolyn and Tony's cat Lucy and is just about the funniest damn picture of a cat I have ever seen.
And 35 miles of hell. The first 35 miles of the ride today went really well. I was averaging over 20 mph and felt great. When I hit the turn around point exactly at Shilshole Bay Marina, I felt my stomach rumble. Even though I was incredibly thirsty, I didn't stop at the Fred Meyer's becasue I was afraid that if I stopped, I wouldn't get going again. Though 8 mph is hardly going.
I started vomiting at the UW campus (they deserve it anyway) and I started sweating profusely. This is pretty much how I spent the next 25 miles. I don't think I've ever had a harder ride. I didn't see how it would be possible to make it home. I had my cell phone but I knew I couldn't stop.
I don't know what it was that made me sick but I'm pretty sure it was something I ate last night because I only had a couple of bowls of Smorz cereal this morning.
On another note, I've given up on the Camelback Hydration system. It's a nice idea but I don't think there's much aerodynamic benefit. And having the damn thing on my back drove me nuts. And before you say anything, I did wash the new water bottle out thoroghly before riding this morning. If I can get in 62 miles tomorrow, I'll achieve my goal of 900 miles for March.
