Tired

52 miles when you only planned on 45 isn't so bad.  Throw in a climb your riding buddy has told you previously he's only ridden down before because the road up ahead is flooded and it gets to be a tall order.

For the first time since I believe I was 15, I walked my bike up a hill today.  I got halfway up and then dismounted.  While I'm not completely ashamed (it scared the crap out of me going down), I am a little disappointed I gave up when I did.  

Nonetheless, a great ride through some great parts of rural KY today.  Gearing up for the duathlon on Saturday!  Hopefully tomorrow's TT in the Giro will have a decidedly American flavor for our friend Levi.