To whine a bit, the magnitude of my exercise is catching up. I am hurting all over and, I guess luckily, I only feel the brunt of the pain once I get off the bike. I've taken several spills and now my aches are being compounded by cuts, bruises and burns. The bike, too, is feeling the pain of the wipeouts and heavy duty use. The shifters are going and the chain is making a rubbing noise. I make a memo to self to have it checked out ASAP.
When I woke up I briefly considered camping out a second day in a row to save money but I feel soooo utterly dirty and exhausted that the thought was quickly dismissed. So I checkin at a motel in Okechobee and pay $82 for the night. Good thing this is the boondocks. I'd hate to see what I'd have to pay in a city around here!