I figured I’d get an early enough start around Titans Stadium to suffer no traffic issues but alas someone in a Jeep took offense at how I take corners (I’m riding a Fixie) and did her best to pin me to the curb. I’m too nimble to be pinned tho.
After 16 miles circling the stadium I lit out for the Airport and actually rode well. The leg-wobble is still there but I notice it less I guess. Somehow on lap 5 I noticed the traveling Eastern Box Tortoise heading from the asphalt into the grass. How I missed that before I have no idea.
I knew at mile 18 I was going for the full 46; putting the weirdly sweat-tasting Liquid IV super-hydration powder into my lone bidón turns out to have been a smart idea. I started off riding in the low 80s & finished in the low 90s.
Not many of us out there
That tortoise is my Spirit Animal
Ecbatan 