I’m sitting in my tent, with ice on my knee. After making fun. Of a woman releasing a blood curdling scream over a fire hydrant, I ran into a bus bench with my kneecap, Smack! Karma. Fuck.

With Spearhead in the distance and the Velodrome fired up, I still don’t think Ill have any problem sleeping. My wonderful husband met us off the grid at mile 17.8 with oatmeal cherry cookies and libations. Never have high school spaghetti and frozen veggies tasted so delicious.

I can’t believe how supported we are. I feel so pampered, whether some biker dude lavishing us with his mister, or an unbelievable assortment of baked goods from supporters (I will remember that pink rice crispie from mile 11.)

I might even gain weight on this walk… Good night blisters, good night Klingon kneecap, try to get some sleep ruined hip flexor.

At least you’re not on crutches.