Do you ever wake up thinking you are ready for the day, only to find out when you get down to it, you just don’t have what the day requires? This was that kind of day for me. When I started to ride, only to encounter a long, steep hill on a hot humid morning, I could only go three miles before I lost it. This may be a WomanTours record for the shortest riding day ever. I just couldn’t do it and had to hitch a ride with the van. Not my finest hour, but there are many more days of riding to redeem myself. My face in the picture is almost as red as the house paint!