Hello. Hi there.
I left Charleston ten days ago and have cycled a little over 600 miles. My skin has turned to leather, my back is stiff, and my hands are numb. From Fernandina Beach, Fl., yesterday morning, I rode down A1A south for about 10 hours before I hit St. Augustine for the night. A1A was the most relentless and most grueling stretch of road. It provided no source of shade for me to pull over to hide from the blinding sun and was seemingly never-ending. My skin started to boil from being exposed to the sun for so long. All of the water I was carrying with me was hot, but I was forced to drink it anyway to keep hydrated. All along the way, A1A was lined with some of the most beautiful beach houses that i'd ever seen and it took a lot out of me not to go up to one and jump into their pool and hang out for just a second. This trip has been anything but glamourous. It's strenuous and at some points it's really, really boring. I went into this thinking that I'd have so much down time to think introspectively while i'm on the road, but thinking introspectively is really hard to do when the only thing that's your mind in the moment is just how bad your crotch hurts.
So, I'm kicking it in St. Augustine for an extra day to recuperate and catch up on writings. My original plan was to post weekly updates to my blog, but the reality is that it's just not feasible to do when there are days where the internet is just not available. I'll do the best I can to post as frequently as I can, but for now, there is this.