I rode hard for the first time in a while today, and what a fine day to do so. We hit hills today for the first time since eastern Indiana, and today was our hottest, most humid, most oppressive riding day yet. I think my core body temp has finally fallen back to a healthy 98.6, but it took a solid 6 hours in a climate-controlled church to get there. If only there had been some body of water, some single, festering retention pond to jump into, I might have felt a bit better, but there was none. We used up all our lake karma yesterday when we hopped in Fox Lake during our deluxe lunch stop courtesy of the Cantys, and then again in Lake Geneva when we stayed at Brad's family's house. On the upside, I did eat like a horse today and feel phenomenal about it.
Riding out of Chicago with all our family and friends, especially the dads (Happy Father's Day, Dad) was wonderful. As I think I've said before, my favorite part of this trip has been seeing other people get excited about our ride, and nobody gets more excited than our own families.
We have another short-ish day tomorrow, then a 90+ ride into our next rest day. Didn't we just have one of those?
-T