Going Too Far by Janet Jones

“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…” The words spoken over my left shoulder are meant to be funny and encouraging. I smile lamely at the cyclist beside me but all I am thinking is that the little train in the children’s book had a motor! It’s 90 degrees with a stiff headwind and my legs are laboring to spin up the umpteenth hill of a century bike ride. That’s 100 miles on a bicycle.