Saddlesores aren’t normal for me. I don’t get them. The saddlesores I got on Day 1 aren’t normal either – they didn’t come from chafing – they came from POUNDING.
The pounding my rear took that day is something I can’t replicate in Texas because most of our roads are paved.
Over the next 9 days, I did everything I could to protect my rear and heal the damage. I took alternate routes on pavement and did my best to avoid or minimize my exposure to the bumpy stuff.
Today was the test, and I failed. I had to face up to the realization that this ride is over for me.
Even if I wanted to continue (which I don’t at this point), I couldn’t – you can’t get there from here without going off pavement.
Having switched to “touring” mode, I’m also not meeting my time/mileage goals. Averaging 76 miles a day sounds OK, but that’s approximately 24 more days out here.
More time, more money and not riding the route … the choice was obvious – time to call it.
I am somewhat disappointed, but not overly so because I gave it my best shot. I can’t do more than that, so I’m proud of the effort although I fell short (again).
I will always treasure my days on the Divide (this one and the others). My hope and prayer for you, my friends and family, is for you to take on your “Divide” and be amazed as I have been. As I said last year, this experience made me “understand how little I am and how big God is.”
I could not have done this without the love and support of my wife, Claire. The other day, I asked her why I couldn’t have married a normal wife who would tell me not to do these things … Well, she’s not ordinary – she’s extraordinary!
For all those of you still reading, thanks for your prayers and support!
So, until the next obsession … adios from the Great Divide …