More cowbell

Dc posting:

We've reached our lunch break. 70 miles down. Everything after this
point is more miles than I've ever done in one day. But I feel totally
confident.

What's helping get us through it all is of course encourgement from
you guys but also the smiling crowds and heartfelt signs peppering the
route. We haven't gone more than 2 miles without seeing someone
cheering, spraying us with a hose or playing bag pipes at the top of a
tough hill (Betsy- I know you're jealous ;-) ). But more than
anything, we've been greeted with cowbells.

Actually the cowbells started last night during registration when the
volunteers rang them every time they checked in a new rider. A
completely dorky and awesome ritual.

The cowbells haven't stopped since. And thank goodness. The training
has definitely paid off- these first 70 miles have been easier than
expected and generally very enjoyable (even in spite of the rolling
hills that dominated the first leg of our journey). But the next 40
for today are a jump ball. So pleeeeease, bring on the cowbell.

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