I sit here, waiting for the rest of my biking group to return to my house after a challenging ride down Bartlett Lake. Why am I home, you ponder? Well, coming back out of the lake I started feeling sick, light headed . . .like I wanted to throw up. Luckily my wanting did not last long as I actually did start to throw up. I had to call my husband to come pick me up.
I've seen this happen to others, I thought they were pussy's, unprepared. I was prepared, I had plenty to drink, or at least I thought I had. I suck, I couldn't finish my ride. Did I do the right thing by stopping, yes, I have no doubt that was the correct decision. Do I feel good about it? No, I don't.
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