Pierre to Chamberlain. First, it's not pronounced "Pee-air" like I learned in elementary school when we memorized the state capitals. Around here they say "Peer". Today's ride was tough. I started the day not feeling strong and wondering if I had it in me to do 84 miles today after yesterday's grueling 117-miler. I kept battling in my mind whether to get in the van or just stay on my bike. I wasn't particularly out of breath, just tired. Tired of riding my brains out everyday. Day after day after day. It's cumulative exhaustion, both physical and mental.
More headwinds today. Doug Waltermire and Dave Goltermann (members of the scavenger hunt dream team) joined Mike and I on our pain train. The three guys took turns pulling into the wind while I just hung out in the back like I was Lance Armstrong. It made Mike's life a lot easier, too. We hit the half-way point of crossing America at our first SAG.
We had three big climbs today. The last came with just a few miles to go. I was so DONE. I was sick of "doing hard things". I was sick of trying to "suck it up, buttercup" like my necklace says. I decided to walk a little while. It was just way too slow and was only extending my misery, so I got back on my bike. Just glad to have the day over.
We play a game at dinner sometimes at night. It's called High Point/Low Point. Today my High Point was seeing the Best Western Motel in Chamberlain; my low point was leaving the Governors Inn in Pierre.
Tomorrow hopefully will be better.