After Elvis died I got on my bike and started pedaling. 129 miles Sunday, 130+ miles Monday (my bike computer died), 139 miles Tuesday, and today I made it to 82 miles and hit the wall. I had to call my wife to come pick me up on some remote country road.
I just sat on the side of the road letting the drizzle wash over me. Now I’m sick and 13 lbs lighter, but my head is clear.