Not gonna lie, the second half of today's solo ride was a grind. I rode out to Alachua, and like Bruce I took a wrong turn and I just kept going. I wasn't lost, I just wasn't on the path I wanted to be on. The pavement was rough, the cars were frequent and there was no bike lane or shoulder. The last hour and change was tough. It was windy and my legs were fried, partially from my Racetrack ride yesterday and partially from starting to hard on the first half of the ride today.

About 43 miles all told. Rode back in from Alachua on 441. Those people that compete in stage races and have to perform at a high level day after day are beasts.

Halfway through the ride a tried Paul's favorite honey gel. It tasted like honey.