Because Jeff and I were both sick, we agreed to ride the 45 mile Tour de Cure instead of the century ride we had planned. The germs were repositioning themselves in my body and my voice was completely gone.

I struggled through the ride against my body and the eternal headwind. Despite Jeff's hacking up a lung throughout the ride, he was very sweet to me -- and sweetly and completely kicked my ass on the hills. Near the end of the ride, I saw one last hill and said "who is that skinny bitch race director who put this ride together?!?" :)

45 Mile Ride @ 03:30:00

Looking back, it was probably not the best decision to ride but it was important to celebrate our 1 year anniversary with Jeff and I do not regret it :)