Today, we cycled part of the Ironman course. Two loops (80 miles total) through Verona - Mt. Horeb - Cross Plaines. It was a bit painful because we're still sore & recovering from the Dairyland Dare. After the first loop, we were taking a QUICK break (restroom, water bottle fill up & snacks). As we leisurely sat on picnic benches munching on trail mix, two triathletes rode by and yelled "Break time's over...let's go!" BUSTED...they totally called out on our lengthy rest. One thing we look forward to on the course is a cooler full of chilled water that this farmer puts out for cyclists. He doesn't request any money but rather wishes all cyclists a safe ride. What a sweet, encouraging, and refreshing gesture. We plan on sending a thank you card...hopefully, it makes it to him. We have become quite familiar with the farmlands of Southwestern Wisconsin. We are also all too familiar with the smell of road kill (chipmunks, mice, squirrels, deer, raccoons, snakes, and other unidentifiable animals). We're trying to convince McKinley to move; however, she's more urban than country.
We stayed true to our celebratory tradition...a large FROSTY & diet pop. Tomorrow, we volunteering at the world's largest triathlon - Chicago Accenture - with our Tri Club.
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