Jully 22, Terrell

Today was a pretty short day to get us back into the swing of things after our biking hiatus that we took in the Dallas area. It was only sixty miles but we were in a bit of a rush because the Lions Club in Terrell was sponsoring our lunch. Lunch, cheeseburgers and ice cream, really hit the spot, as did our lodging for the night, a hotel. Texas has treated us really well as far as food and rest goes- I've only had to use my air mattress a couple of times throughout the entire state. (Though the roads could use some work...)

My roommate, Jon Cook, and I decided to take a nap before dinner time and, due to a scheduling change that we slept through, missed the bus. Apparently we were texted that our dinner had moved up an hour and we needed to head to the vans but I slept right through it and didn't wake up until the team was on its way back. Following that little debacle, I talked to my parents and some friends who I'll be hopefully seeing tomorrow in Longview to work out the plans and then I gave Caroline (my bike) a much-needed cleaning. Since then, I've just been enjoying having a bed and internet. What more could one want on the Journey of Hope?

July 19-21, Dallas-Fort Worth

July 19

Fort Worth, Texas

What a great day to be a Horned Frog. Today we biked into my second home, Fort Worth. So far on this trip I've felt like I haven't been biking to Washington DC; I've been biking back to TCU. I've been looking forward to returning and seeing friends and brothers and today has been a great day for it. It's not just the familiarity that's made things great though- today would've been an amazing day even if I wasn't from TCU.

I planned on having people waiting at the end of the ride to greet us as we came in, so coming into the ride I knew that I wanted to be near the front. Make fun of my competitive spirit if you want to but that's just the way it is. Now, just because I wanted to get there in a hurry doesn't neccessarily mean that I've got the firepower to do it so I asked Joey Haynes, Reid Grobe, and the Blackstock brothers, Chuck and Bobby, to ride with me because they're all great riders. They're fast and they're really good at pacelining, which is important because it helps a lot as far as conserving energy goes. Some guys can go really fast but don't always keep you with them. These guys are great to ride with because they make the ride easier.

We started off pretty quickly and I was determined to be the first group in. However, about two miles into the ride I got a flat tire. We wasted precious time hanging it and then got back on the bikes again. The start of the ride had a lot of rolling hills where momentum is an important factor so when someone gets a flat tire or loses a water bottle (which happened to Chuck about five minutes after my tire got changed), it really kills the flow of the ride. Things smoothed out a bit and then, at mile 27, Reid's chain broke, meaning he couldn't pedal any more. Bobby (the only guy I know who's as competitive as I am) made the executive decision to not stop the ride so we let Reid coast on the downhills and Bobby pushed him on the uphills for three miles until we made it to our crew stop at mile 30. We stopped and got water (it was our first stop of the day) and left Reid so we could get back on the road.

At this time we had several pacelines ahead of us and we were 30 miles into a 75 mile day. I wasn't sure if it would be possible to catch up to the front groups but we were determined to try. Some guys like to enjoy the ride and others like to push it a bit more but the Blackstock brothers and I are the only people on the Journey who actively view certain days as races. This isn't always the case, but my motto has always been "whatever gets you through the day" and if viewing the day as a race is what takes you from the start of the ride to the finish then that's all that matters. So, coming out of this crew stop, we had plenty of energy but not a lot of spare time.

We spent the rest of the ride in good conditions. It wasn't too terribly hot (all things considered), the wind didn't hinder us at all, and we had a lot more downhill than uphill to cover. We passed a group doing the Bruce Rodgers Challenge, which is where you try to do an entire ride without stopping. (They ended up not using a single crew stop but had to change a couple of flat tires. Congrats to Jeff Lehman, Todd Stacy, and Rich Alexander on their completion of the Challenge though!) We kept skipping crew stops and making up time and we were rewarded for our progress by passing several other pacelines. It was a pretty simple ride but for me it was one of the toughest of the summer. We'd be going at a certain speed in flat terrain and then all of a sudden a hill would come and we wouldn't slow down a bit. We pushed the pace in the flats, on the climbs, and on the descents. I had to draft as much as possible to conserve as much energy as possible. I spent most of my day with my tire inches from Chuck's. Whenever it was my turn to pull, it felt like I was sprinting with a 50 pound weight on my back. But I knew the other guys, even though they're better cyclists than I am, were hurting too and they were biking hard so I could see my chapter brothers as soon as possible. Knowing that kept me going. I almost burned out completely when we kicked hard and passed what I thought was the front paceline. However, I didn't see Jon Cook or Shaun Peterson (a Pi Alpha from TCU who was doing a ride-along and an absolute beast on the bike) in the group. Out of breath, I weakly tried to shout, "Where's Cook?" The group, who wasn't working nearly as hard as I felt I was, answered back that he was still ahead and my heart fell a bit. I didn't know how much I had left in me. We kept working hard though. At about mile 68, we saw the leaders ahead of us. At this point we hadn't stopped in almost 40 miles and I was gassed. As tough as it was, the guys in my paceline pulled me through it all and we somehow made it. Getting to that point felt like a dead sprint to me. I've never worked so hard in my life.

Just a couple of miles later, we made it into Fort Worth, where we were Red Flagged as we waited for the crew vans to catch up and mark our turns into the city. For me it was an extremely welcome break. Once the vans passed us, we took off again and headed into the city. It was a really cool experience to realize that I was biking roads that I've driven before but Fort Worth can also be pretty crazy. It's hard to feel completely at ease when biking through urban areas. Stoplights keep you from finding a good rhythm and we had the nagging feeling we might've taken a wrong turn at an interesting intersection. Additionally, we had to deal with a cobblestone road that was pretty rough on our bikes and joints. It wasn't the best experience of the trip but within a few miles we saw the Chipotle where lunch was being sponsored for us. I'd been expecting the chapter to be out, clapping and cheering us in; that was why I'd been so motivated to go fast. However, when I rode in, I was instead greeted by two TCU guys and little else. It turns out we'd arrived an hour and a half earlier than everyone had been told we would.

In the end, we were there to see everyone else come in and throughout the next hour and a half we saw all the Eta Chi guys arrive as well as the other riders. It wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind but it was still great to see everyone. All in all, about twenty people came out to visit and have lunch with us. I can't tell you how great it was to have so many friends out there. It made me feel rally proud to be doing what I'm doing and it was great to connect with everyone again. All in all, it was one of my favorite meals of the trip.

After lunch (which tasted amazing in addition to being a great social event), we put our bikes on the racks and drove to a posh Holiday Inn. I for one didn't really know how to react to the concept of luxury. This is only our second hotel of the entire trip, unlike the North Route, who's been "eating cake", as my teammate Jon Cook would say.

We got settled in our hotel and got to enjoy some of the amenities offered (free internet!) before heading out to the University of Texas in Arlington, where we had a wheelchair basketball game scheduled against the Movin' Mavs, who are 7-time national champions in wheelchair basketball (which puts them just a little bit out of our league). Within twenty minutes, we were down forty points and going crazy every time we somehow got lucky enough to score (or even get across half-court). Regardless of the score, we always have a great time playing. You can tell how much we love it because when it's time to make substitutions, guys run out to the chairs to play. It was great playing against such a good team and seeing the fluidity with which they played, and they were all college guys just like us so we connected with them really well.

Once dinner ended, I left the team to spend some time on campus while the rest of the team went back to the hotel for some needed rest and relaxation. I spent some time at TCU, where it was so great just to see the familiar sights and old friends and then I headed back, stopping at the airport along the way to pick up a friend who came all the way from Iowa to see the team and who'll be staying at TCU (Thank you so much for visiting, Leslie. I can't tell you how much your support is appreciated!). After that, it was finally time to enjoy that beautiful bed that Holiday Inn provided for us. I don't think anyone has ever slept as well as we do on those occasions when we get bed.

It's been a great day, one of my favorite of the trip. The ride was beautiful and Fort Worth is a great city. Tomorrow is an extremely busy day but things with the team are the great and I'm loving every minute we're spending together. When times are good like this, any challenge seems conquerable and I know that we'll arrive in Washington, DC with our entire team as one family. Days like this remind me that I am blessed beyond measure.

Spending time in the Dallas/Fort Worth area has been, for me, the highlight of the summer. Getting to Fort Worth was great and things have remained good the entire time we've been here. We were supposed to ride thirty miles yesterday and have a day off today but because of inclement weather and other circumstances, we've actually logged about three miles on our bikes in the last two days, which has been a great rest for us halfway through the trip.

Yesterday morning, we woke up and made it outside under cloudy skys. Our Dallas schedule was a pretty weird one: we were to ride three miles to Arlington in a double paceline with a police escort to do an arrival, eat breakfast, and talk to the media before getting back on the bikes and riding the rest of the thirty miles before arriving in Dallas. Once we made it to our first arrival, we listened to a proclamation from the mayor of the city of Arlington and enjoyed breakfast burritos and Krispy Kreme donuts. I got to do another TV interview, my second which was a lot of fun. Apparently it was for one of the big stations in the area so it feels good to know that I got the call. Unfortunately, it soon started to rain really badly and once lightning started striking, we knew we wouldn't be riding for awhile. When the lightning didn't let up, we racked our bikes and drove our route to Dallas, which was a disappointment but could have been a lot worse. At least we got to get on our bikes and do a little to work out the soreness in our muscles and, while I can't speak for the rest of the team, I enjoyed the nap that the drive afforded to us.

Once we got to the center in Dallas where we'd be staying and having an afternoon friendship visit, we hung out for awhile and then gathered about half a block away from the center to have an arrival for the participants, who were looking forward to seeing us ride in in our full glory and splendor. My friend Todd Stacy and I have maintained that we're all slowly going insane on this trip, and oftentimes something will happen that causes us to just look at each other with the shared understanding that we have truly lost it. Today, that time came about when we were all getting on the bikes to head off to our stage-up. All around us, guys were getting on the bikes that we'd been off of for less than 24 hours (not counting our ride earlier this morning) and zipping around on the parking lot looking like overjoyed little children. Todd and I had to note the irony that the bikes that cause us so much anguish by breaking down and by wearing us out every day suddenly became the coolest toys we could ever want for whatever reason. Maybe it was the lack of direction or destination that made us enjoy coasting around in the parking lot, nearly missing each other on passes and caroming around.

After our arrival, we performed a KOB for the participants at the center and then enjoyed lunch. This place was pretty unique in that it was both the site of our friendship visit as well as our lodging for the night so once we finished eating we moved our bikes and bags in and set up base. The afternoon was a relaxing one for us- most guys were able to sleep and relax. I did as well while I waited for Alyssa and Leslie, two of my favorite people, to come by and visit. Once they arrived I had to play the part of host, a tough task all things considered. When your own bed is an air mattress, what can you provide for anyone else?

After dinner, we all loaded into the vans and drove out to a place called Top Golf, which was set up by Matt Proctor, one of my teammates from Dallas. Top Golf is something pretty complicated to explain, but basically it involves golfing and hanging out with friends. Proctor is a business major and it shone through here. The social outing was his idea and he took care of the entire process of setting us up and getting us a discount. In addition to Leslie and Alyssa, several of my other TCU friends came out and got to meet my fellow Journey of Hopers and hang out. It was a great night. Usually on a free night like this, there'd be a split in the team, with the minors watching a movie or hanging out somewhere and the older guys hitting up the bars or finding something similar but tonight the entire team was together and having a fantastic time together. I loved seeing everyone having fun and for me it was one of my favorite nights of the trip so far.

Once we finished at Top Golf, we all drove back to lodging. We had some time to kill before curfew so a group of us walked down to the lake that the center sits on and enjoyed the night. My friend Jeff played a guitar that Alyssa brought and the rest of us simply looked out on the lake. It was a rare moment of complete tranquility in the midst of the most hectic of times.

Morning came too soon the next day. The price I've paid for all the fun I've been having is that I've been coming in right at curfew, something I'm not used to, so I haven't been getting as much sleep as I need. It's worth it though. The schedule today was full, but it was all good stuff so I have no complaints. Our afternoon friendship visit was at a water park and our sponsored dinner was at a whirlyball court, which was a lot of fun for the team. It was sponsored by some Pi Alphas from a long time ago, and they let us look at their old scrapbooks and photos, which was also a blast. The night ended with more mixing between school friends and Journey mates and I said my goodbyes to Alyssa, Leslie, and Maddie right at curfew, narrowly escaping trouble. Dallas and Fort Worth have been great to me and it's been my goal up until this point just to make it here. Now, arriving in Washington DC actually seems like a real event. I'm biking across the country. I can't believe it.

July 17-18, Snyder and Abilene

July 17

Abilene, Texas

Another day on the bike, another long ride. Today's ride was a tough one, but I rode with some of my favorite guys out here and we somehow made it to the finish. Todd Stacy is one of my favorite guys to ride with because he's relentlessly positive on the bike and always seems to have a good time on the road. We pushed it really hard because we had a rack point and making it was no certainty.

About two thirds of the way into the ride, we were told that rack point had been moved up and we had to do something along the lines of thirty miles in less than an hour and a half. Personally, I felt like throwing in the towel and grabbing some Sonic and just enjoying ourselves on the road while we waited to get racked but the other guys were determined to ride until we got racked. In the end, that ended up being the right decision because we ended up not making rack point, but the crew deemed our effort worthy of an extension and we ended up being one of the last groups to make it in. It's a really good feeling when you finish a day like this when a lot of people don't. Tough days are tough, but those days when half the team drops off are special to finish. It seems like these days are always toughest at the end. One of the things that keeps my mind off how tired I am on the road is doing math. I'm constantly calculating how much longer we have to go based on our current speed and distance left to travel, but nearly every day those numbers get skewed by the last little bit of the ride, whether by fatigue or other circumstances. Today, we rode on a farm access road so we could stay off the highway. The access road ran parallel to the highway, which was much nicer and didn't have all the stop signs the access road did, so it was hard to have to be constantly reminded that things could be better. The stop signs messed with our ability to get any momentum but we started floating them before too long because the only through traffic would be coming out of driveways. It's been funny to see which rules we have deemed unnecessary and which ones we still adhere to as we've grown more proficient on the bikes.

Lunch was a friendship visit at Disability Resources Inc., which employs people with disabilities to do a variety of tasks, including making a special barbeque sauce that we got to eat along with our brisket lunch. It was a fun friendship visit because I got to talk to a lot of the workers and managers of the business. I think the participants there were some of the most interesting I've met yet.

The ride was tough but we've been justly rewarded tonight. We were treated to catfish at Perinis Steakhouse, which is ranked as one of the top five steakhouses in the country. The chef, Tom Perini, had just won a contest on The Today Show in which his hamburgers were declared the best in America last week. We weren't served ha,burgers, but we've had so many recently that catfish was a welcome change and delicious to boot. In addition, we were served a banana pudding that was one of the best desserts I've ever had. The Texas heat was definitely a factor though. We ate outside and it's been stifling here, in some ways more uncomfortable than the 117 degree days in Arizona. It's been a good day, but I'm worn out. I've never slept better in conditions like this than I have while on this Journey, that's certain.

July 18

Stephenville, Texas

I'll let most of today's post be a guest entry by one of my closest friends on this trip, Jeff Lehman of the University of Washington, who I rode with:

"Today was definitely a test of endurance, and it proved itself to be a lot harder than I thought it would. It was day three of the so talked about Triple Crown, our three consecutive century days to move us into east Texas; the first two days didn’t prove themselves to be much at all, with day one turning out to be 80 miles instead of 95 because of some bad roads causing the whole team to rack, and day two turning out to be only 60, as I chose to be a sweep with my chapter brother Greg Brandt, eventually ending up with the two of us getting racked for time purposes. Unlike the first two days, however, this was to be a no-racking day, and the team was expected to ride all 110 miles that stood in front of us and lodging. It was also because of the first two days that Greg and I decided to push ourselves hard and make it to lodging as quickly as we could; we were joined by Josh Starr (University of Houston), Matt Proctor (Texas A&M), and Dalton Goodier (Texas Christian University). To be fitting for the grueling day we had ahead of us, we named our pace-line “Team Deathfire” and named each other Blade, Scorpio, Grim Reaper, Falco, and Thunderbolt, respectively.

 

The day started off well, and after about 15 miles of riding we decided to take 30 mile intervals for crew stops instead of stopping at each one (the crew stops are set up in ten mile intervals). As far as we knew, every pace-line was getting through the day fine, and I was confident that this would be a day that everyone would finish.

 

At mile 60 we were treated to a sponsored roadside lunch by some of the brothers at the TCU chapter. Brots, chips, watermelon, baked beans, potato salad, and ice-cold Gatorade awaited us as we were invited to relax from our bikes for a while and gorge on some good food. It was fun talking to the guys who sponsored us, as they had all been on the Journey of Hope in previous years. It was about 45 minutes later that our pace-line got back on the road to finish out the last 50 miles, something that I felt at the time wouldn’t be a problem. But the temperature suddenly increased during that time and the rolling hills we had been riding through pretty much all day began to get steeper and more frequent. Needless to say, by about mile 80 I was starting to feel the effects of dehydration. I decided to fight it and keep going, but by mile 107 I was suffering from body chills, shakiness, and an overall lack of energy. At that point, if lodging was to be any more than one mile away, I would have probably had to rack myself for dehydration; fortunately it wasn’t.

 

We arrived to Stephenville and went to lodging. We had to get ready for our dinner at the Scroggin’s home. They had Texas BBQ for us and some good tea while listening to a man play his acoustic guitar. The day was very good for the most part and I can not wait to roll into Fort Worth and meet some of the TCU Pi Kappa Phi brothers." 

Today was an interesting day, to be sure. The ride was great early on. We were one of the first groups to get to lunch, which was a huge source of pride for me because I really wanted to show my chapter brothers that I was representing them well. The Journey, as we've been told many times, isn't about the bike, but when you're on the road, sometimes it is. Partway through the first half of the ride, a couple of my chapter brothers drove by, shouting out of the window that lunch was thirty miles up the rode. After seeing them, I was motivated to stay strong until lunch, where seeing friends from TCU was an amazing experience.

After lunch, things got rough. Everyone has those days where being on the bike feels like hell. I guess it's just impossible to have a good day every day. Anyways, today was that day for my paceline buddy Josh Starr. After lunch, he started having a tough time keeping up and so our team split up and Proctor and I rode with Josh and kept pushing him. He felt really weak and dehydrated, and the hills and heat made the going tough for us. Our reduced pace did, however, give us the opportunity to relax and talk for awhile instead of pushing the pace like we had been all day. Proctor and I have been in the same van all summer, so we can laugh and joke around with each other, but this was our chance to actually talk about ourselves and our lives. Earlier in the day, Matt made a joke about how he'd never fallen off the bike and I had. It didn't take long for karma to come back with a vengeance. As we were riding, Proctor got a little careless and his front tire rubbed my back one, causing him to lose balance. He tried to steady himself and wobbled for a second or two before he turned his bike off the road, down a three foot drop into a clump of grass. The fall was harmless and pretty comical to watch, so it was all good in the end.

About ten miles from lodging, Josh was done. He racked himself and Proctor and I reunited with Jeff and Greg and we pushed it hard over the final stretch to finish the day. Tomorrow is TCU. It's one of the things I've looked forward to all summer.

July 16

Snyder, Texas

Not a bad start to our death run across Texas today. The wind didn't quite want to cooperate with us but it wasn't terrible and we made pretty good time. I rode with the two fastest guys on the team and almost died but it was well worth it. A lot of the groups got racked for time today but we were able to do every mile. I definitely overestimated myself today. The combination of little rest and overcoming my illness meant that I had little energy left over for riding. I was sore, tired, cramping, and ready to cry and quit- and that was during the first ten miles.

About twelve miles in I got a flat and was able to stretch out some and things were a bit better. I just had to focus really hard on everything except for how much I hurt. Bobby Blackstock, one of the aforementioned fastest guys on the team, is well known for his propensity to only stop every thirty miles or so while everyone else stops every ten. I was pretty worried about that but the other guys bailed me out pretty consistently by needing water and stuff so we never went too far. Today was the day that I thought my legs were just going to literally stop working. For awhile there, I was kind of hoping they would, just so it'd be over. This isn't the hottest it's been all trip, but I can't remember the sun ever being this oppressive. I took my helmet off at a crew stop and sweat that had been pooling literally splashed out. It was towards the end of the trip. We thought we'd been Red Flagged but we hadn't and so it didn't take long for us to get back on the bike and take off again. Days like this show me just how much I can go through. There are a few rides on this trip that I will distinctly remember, and this one isn't one of them. But I think that's what makes this so special- the fact that there are numerous days that would stick out in any other time in my life but are just normal days now. There are too many things on this trip that have made me proud of myself to count, and when all that starts to blur together, you know you've pushed yourself to your limit.

Lubbock, Texas

July 15
Lubbock, Texas

Today has been a good day, simply by virtue of being a day on the Journey of Hope. They say the worst day on the Journey is better than the best day anywhere else. It hits me at the most random times- I'm on the Journey of Hope. I'm actually doing it. I've biked halfway across the country. It's pretty crazy.
Last night was a good night. The steak dinner was fantastic, as were our hosts. Nancy, the woman who put our arrangements together, was present and it was her birthday and so we sang her Happy Birthday and then dropped to one knee and sang her "The Rose of Pi Kappa Phi". Afterwards, she stood up and talked to us. She looks frail, but she's a strong woman and it was wonderful to hear her speak. She told us to never forget what we were doing and who we're doing it for.There was a girl with Down's Syndrome named Karrie that we all had a great time talking to and Nancy said "Everywhere you go there will be another Karrie." I think it's important to realize the human element that's a part of every single stop we make and place we visit. It's easy to get caught up with the organizations and lose sight of the individuals that we see every day. That was a good reminder.
After the sponsors left, we got the chance to unwind on our own. The team's really come together and I've never laughed as much as I have during the last week or so. Also, I discovered that I'm one of the better ping pong players on the team. Again, it's the little things. While we were hanging out, Nick (our Project Manager) was setting up for our midsummer Ritual. I can't tell you what we did, but it was a great experience and I feel extremely refreshed.
The downside of Ritual is that we went to bed later than 2 and wake up was 6:30 in the morning. We were told that we didn't have to ride if we didn't feel up to it but I just can't imagine voluntarily racking myself when others are riding even though they hurt just as much as I do. So I rode. It was a tough ride and we had to deal with a crosswind and rough roads for most of the day but it ended 20 miles early because we secured an Arrival. When we do Arrivals, we all meet at a Stage-Up point, usually a couple of miles away from wherever we're heading and from there we head in in two long, snaking pacelines. Anyways, today we were supposed to just ride into lodging but all of a sudden we were informed that four different TV networks were sending out cameras to cover us, so we had to rack up twenty miles outside of Lubbock to get in on time. It was nice to finish early because it's such a break mentally to keep something left in the tank and not have to use it. Usually the last twenty miles of a day are a mental battle and not dealing with that was great.
Lunch and lodging has been provided by the Lubbock State-Supported Living Center, which is comparable to Lufkin's State School. Lunch was Pizza Hut (delicious!) and our lodging includes real beds tonight, which is great because I'm sure we're all worn out. I know I'm gonna sleep reeeaaal good tonight. Tomorrow marks the start of our Triple Crown. Wish me luck and say a prayer.

Welcome to Texas!

July 14
Muleshoe, Texas

What a great day to be on the Journey of Hope! It's always great to get back on the bike after a long layoff and I'd been sidelined for three days. Even better, my return coincided to our arrival to Texas, which means a lot of things. For starters, this means I'm home and getting to see friends and family soon. This also marks the halfway point for us as far as riding goes. Everyone says that things start going a lot quicker now and I can understand that: the rides will get shorter and less hilly as we get closer to DC, we spend less time in each state once we leave Texas, and we know ourselves, our bikes, and our teammates a lot better now. Because of all this, it feels like we're even farther than halfway.
We're not there yet, however. Yesterday marked the beginning of a pretty tough stretch for us. We go for about a week without a day off, one of our longest periods of the summer. There's a three day span within that we colloquially call the Triple Crown- 305 miles in three days that will bring us from Lubbock to Stephenville, which is our last stop before Fort Worth. So we'll be handling a large swath of Texas in one swoop. I guess that's the only way to do it without spending a month in the state.
At least today's ride wasn't too bad. In fact, it was a really nice one. We're pretty chronically late getting out of lodging- we try to give ourselves thirty minutes to get all our stuff outside and in the vans and another thirty minutes after that to eat, put on sunscreen, and air up our tires before we have our daily circle-up and send the first pacelines off. Dorms are especially tough for us because there's a lot less freedom of movement in the hallways so we can't ever seem to get out on time. Today, however, the first group left a mere forty-five minutes after wake-up.
The ride itself was easy for a variety of reasons. For one, I was riding with Todd Stacy and Jeff Lehman, a couple of my closest friends on the trip. Most of the mountains are behind us and today was a flat rid with a tailwind to start the day. The lane was wide so we eschewed the concept of speed and opted to ride two-wide in what we call a "conversation lane", which gives less opportunities for drafting but allows easier conversation. We rode for almost 25 miles like this, comparing the Initiation Weeks at our various schools and simply enjoying the ride. (I-Week is the week before members are officially initiated into the fraternity. It's usually a very solemn time for the chapter.)
About twenty-five miles in we were red-flagged and stopped at a place called Joe's Boot Store. It's a team tradition every year to stop at the store and do a little shopping during the ride. Every member got a free t-shirt and most people bought hats or belt buckles. I personally came away with a new cowboy hat that I'm sure will come in handy at some point in my time at TCU. A little kid kindly informed me that I was wearing my new possession backwards. It's moments like that when I wonder if everyone just laughs at our team every time we leave a town. I guess I'd laugh if a bunch of college kids came through Lufkin on bikes for some crazy cause.
After we left Clovis we biked about eight miles before we crossed the state line into Texas, a beautiful feeling to be sure. The bike "Welcome to Texas" sign was a couple miles farther and we stopped there and took pictures in our cycling jerseys and cowboy hats.
The last twenty or so miles were pretty rough because we had a crosswind that made riding harder and kept us from being able to ride efficiently or talk much. We finished without any major trouble though, which is a blessing, especially considering I ran over a piece of glass and thought I'd given myself a flat tire.
Lunch was at lodging, which was really convenient. We're staying in the youth room at a church and we were fed by a women's group called the Jennyslippers in the kitchen downstairs. Lunch was great, and the ladies were fun to spend time with and definitely made sure we got plenty of dessert. We spent our time talking about which stereotype each team member would fulfill in different generic movies, such as a war movie or The Sandlot. It's times like this that the other guys like to point out that I'm the youngest guy on the team. It's fine by me though- I'm proud to be doing Journey of Hope at a time in my life when most of the other riders were only thinking about it. And I'm also extremely fortunate to have such a great support system that's enabled me to do this.
After lunch we went to a local pool and gave a bike safety presentation to a bunch of kids. Even our Project Manager said it was weird. We hadn't even showered and so we were tired and the kids definitely didn't want their swimming interrupted by a bunch of guys in spandex talking about wearing helmets, so there wasn't a lot of chemistry there. One of the lifeguards did, however, give my friend JJ a phone number. It really is the small victories that get you through the day I suppose. Shower followed the safety presentation and we had some free time after that. They have a ping-pong table here, so we've gotten to play a lot. We're a bunch of college guys so we're always looking for new ways to compete and so this is a new outlet. This afternoon though, most of our time was dedicated to napping. On certain days, it just seems that the team unanimously decides to sleep the afternoon away. This was definitely one of those days. Tonight's dinner is supposed to be steak and potatoes, so I have to say I'm excited.

Portales, New Mexico

July 13,
Portales, New Mexico

I really wanted to ride today but I was just too exhausted. I don't feel sick anymore but my body is just worn out from fighting off the virus. In addition, there wasn't any air conditioning in the gym last night so it was really hot. I don't think anyone got their required six hours of sleep. I know I didn't. We had a 4:30 wake-up today and I finally drifted off to sleep around 1:00.
I survived wake-up and managed to keep up with the rest of the team as we all prepared to leave but once my van pulled out and started driving to our designated crew stop, I leaned back in my seat and was asleep within a minute. It probably took even less time than that.
I awoke a few hours later when the pacelines started to arrive. My van was 50 miles in so it was awhile before we started to get cyclists. The entire group was pretty close together so it didn't take too long for them all to come through. I talked with the riders and helped fill up their water bottles, but it's a lot different when you're not on the bike. It's probably for the best that I stayed off the bike today but we had another guy who was running a fever all day yesterday who fought through it and ended up riding and I really wish I could've done the same. I've gotten through every other challenge this summer. Perhaps I should've fought through this one as well. I'm not used to stepping back or easing up.
We had lunch in Portales, the usual turkey sandwich provided by the crew chief. It's a lot of fun to be around all the guys at meal times now- you can tell how close we're becoming as a team when you see us all hanging out in the rare moments we don't feel like we're under scrutiny. After lunch, the cyclists took a police escort to the courthouse, where a small crowd cheered us in. After arrival, our boys did a Kids on the Block performance and then rode to Eastern New Mexico State University, where I am as I type this. Dinner is at five and it feels good to have my appetite back. I plan on biking tomorrow; it'll be good to be back.