Today that went out the window. Since I’m not yet totally confident in my ability to multitask on wheels, thirst and hunger had to wait until we stopped. As exhausted as my body was, it kept pushing for *hours* past when I would have given up in a gym, because stopping was simply not an option. Every part of my body aches. My neck and shoulders, which have been working hard to keep my head up at a weird angle all day. My arms and wrists, which have braced my weight against the handlebars. My core, which kept me stable and (most of the time), safely balanced. My toes, which curiously lost feeling entirely after the forty mile mark. My palms and elbows sport booboos as tokens of the falls I’ve taken. And of course, my legs. Oh, my poor legs.