My shoes are wet. Not a great feeling, knowing that as I put them on, I will be strapped into them for at least another 8 hours. Blergh.
Poptarts and gas station coffee did little to warm up my belly, spirits, or muscles. Begin the ride. The sky was a battleship grey, covering my cruise through the rolling nonstop hills of southern Illinois.
You might be able to sense my mood, but let's be clear. Grim and damp were the words of the day.
My mood was lifted a little when I reached the Ohio river, the nifty ferry they have at Cave-In-Rock, IL, and the fact that this was a new state day! Hello Kentucky.
Though I passed through several small towns along the way, little was open (most services were derelict) and so I ate only what I had been carrying with me. The lack of warm food certainly wasn't helping me feel better. Let us put this grumpiness aside, shall we?
I stopped for the day in Sebree, KY. A local Baptist Church operates a hostel-like environment for cyclists going cross country. I've had a shower, washed and dried my tornado-afflicted gear, and am looking forward to a good nights sleep.
The pastor was very nice, not pushy about Christianity at all, and was very hospitable. If I can secure a warm breakfast tomorrow, I might have a good and productive day after all. I suppose I should put off praying to the cycling gods until after I leave the church though.