This past Sunday, I somehow managed to pull off my biggest ride yet, 113 miles on #tracklograv with my idiot friends idea to ride out to Chico from Sacramento. I rushed out Sunday morning, no time for breakfast, but knowing their be donuts. Shoved 2 1/2 down my mouth and rode on. The first several miles were brutal. All I can think about is, why the fuck am I doing this when I could be taking easy back home with my pups and @extremelymortal. The aid station felt so far away, almost like we’ll never make it, but that’s the low fuel talking. After idk, 40+ miles, I couldn’t be happier to see @eekachorek & @not_teriyaki in the support van. After leaving the first aid station, things starting looking up, but the camera is getting heavier and heavier. After the 3rd stop, I left the camera behind and my back was thanking me. Leaving the last aid station with only 20 miles left, I felt pretty good I thought. Shorty after leaving, I can slowly feel my leg cramps coming in, my head feels like it’s on fire, and my body wanting to shut off. Those last miles felt longer than the entire ride. After many hours on the saddle, we finally touched base at @sierranevada and I couldn’t have ask for a better crew.