This whole week is supposed to be really, really hot.

42 miles today, my longest ever but three miles short of the official finish. I did a dumb thing today, drank plain water. Because of that my quads cramped up bad, real bad. I had to call for a ride.

Three covered bridges.
One blind old lady who turned right in front of me.
One dog making sport in the roadway.
No dead people except for me right now, I'm pooped.