Day 56: last night I had bad chocolate milk. It was about 12 days old and I paid for it today. No i didnt know it was sour before i drank it Trisha! I didnt find out till that first big gulp.Only able to do 40 miles. Spent most of the day trying to keep my food down.
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Sunday, August 1, 2010
Day 55
Kay Wayne Day 55: hello Virginia! I have entered into my final state. I got chased by 40+ dogs in a day. Which is a new record for me. No joke, at one point I was being chased by 10 dogs! I rode through some very rough parts in Kentucky where meth is a big problem. It was an intense/scary ride. Can't believe it's almost over. NGU 74 miles
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Day 54
Day 54: I was scared to get back on the bike, but I faced my fears and got back on my bike for 100 miles! NGU
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Day 53
Day 53: I shouldn't be alive. I am going to recall my day from a timeline.
12:50(est): I stop at last chance liquor to get some grape juice. I talk to the guys in there about my ride and what I am doing. They tell me before I leave that I am one bad cat.
1:07pm: Trisha calls and I begin to talk to her when I realize sh!t I left my helmet at last chance. I tell Trisha I will call her back.
1:15pm; I thank the guy for bringing out my helmet
5:10ish. I call my boo realizing how bad the road is. Sad, but I had a strange feeling about the road.
5:30pmish: I see cars coming up behind me. So I move over to hug the white line. It begins to go grass cement,grass cement. I think to myself I hope there is.... Bam no cement. My bike hits a ditch and I some how manage to take my right foot out of the clip. My foot hits the ground, big mistake. I go flying into the road. The bike then bucks me over the handlebars. I see a car within inches. Bam. Darkness. My handlebars knock me out. I always wondered if life really did flash before your eyes. It does. I wake up to my skin sliding across the hot cement like a puck on ice. My head then hits the cement and I am out again.My mom is standing there, she doesn't say a word it's peaceful. I wake up to my bike on top of me. I was out for 15-30 seconds. A lady comes up to me saying I don't know how you dodged death. Those cars should have hit you.
540ish: emt show up and clean me up
550iah: I am alone and go to get back on my bike. I realize that I hit my handle bars so hard that I bent them. I start to cry. I swear I am not a crybaby. I just really don't know how or why I am alive. I don't get it.
8:30pm: I look in the mirror and can see where my handlebars hit my chest.
900pm: I call last chance liquor to tell the guy thank you for saving my life.
NGU! 75miles
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12:50(est): I stop at last chance liquor to get some grape juice. I talk to the guys in there about my ride and what I am doing. They tell me before I leave that I am one bad cat.
1:07pm: Trisha calls and I begin to talk to her when I realize sh!t I left my helmet at last chance. I tell Trisha I will call her back.
1:15pm; I thank the guy for bringing out my helmet
5:10ish. I call my boo realizing how bad the road is. Sad, but I had a strange feeling about the road.
5:30pmish: I see cars coming up behind me. So I move over to hug the white line. It begins to go grass cement,grass cement. I think to myself I hope there is.... Bam no cement. My bike hits a ditch and I some how manage to take my right foot out of the clip. My foot hits the ground, big mistake. I go flying into the road. The bike then bucks me over the handlebars. I see a car within inches. Bam. Darkness. My handlebars knock me out. I always wondered if life really did flash before your eyes. It does. I wake up to my skin sliding across the hot cement like a puck on ice. My head then hits the cement and I am out again.My mom is standing there, she doesn't say a word it's peaceful. I wake up to my bike on top of me. I was out for 15-30 seconds. A lady comes up to me saying I don't know how you dodged death. Those cars should have hit you.
540ish: emt show up and clean me up
550iah: I am alone and go to get back on my bike. I realize that I hit my handle bars so hard that I bent them. I start to cry. I swear I am not a crybaby. I just really don't know how or why I am alive. I don't get it.
8:30pm: I look in the mirror and can see where my handlebars hit my chest.
900pm: I call last chance liquor to tell the guy thank you for saving my life.
NGU! 75miles
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Day 52
Day 52: the dark hours. Today I was tired from the 115 miles yesterday. I got to mile 45 and was done. I wanted to quit, I was searching for a way out, a way to cheat. As I was thinking this lighting struck 100 ft away from me and my bike shook. The clouds then opened up and began to pour water on me. At that exact moment tears began to flow. I felt like I had let you guys down. All I could think about is people with breast cancer don't get to give up. If they give up they die. After 30 mins of that a weight was lifted. I finished the day with my first back to back century. NGU. Sorry for the let down
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Day 51
Day 51: 115 miles! I am super tired and can't find anything else to say. Ngu
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
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