I had one of those days. My plan was to ride about 50 miles. I got a late start. As I was getting my bottles and camelbak ready, I reached into the freezer and there was only a handful if ice. Not good. So I made do, and set out. It's hot and humid. My legs weren't great, but I usually can ride myself out of that. So I'm riding along feeling really draggy. Hilly course. As I cross over into the next county, I'm passing roadkill every few feet. I cannot get away from the smell. Even when I think I can, skunk smell blends in. This starts having a deleterious effect on my tummy, breathing and head. I finally turn around and come home.

23 miles.