At some point around mile 20 my trusty ipod just stopped working. The night before I had even gone and loaded up a bunch of podcasts and music that I had been dying to listen to but had been putting off for just this occasion. So now I was stuck with the reality that I was not only going to have to ride 100 miles, but I was going to have to pay attention to the fact that I was riding 100 miles. I can’t even begin to describe how much harder that made things. So without any new inputs, you know what is bound to happen, right? That’s right, I got one song stuck in my head and repeated it over and over and over until nearly screamed out loud. That song was Boston by Augustana. Definitely not the worst song in the world, but I could have probably done with about 3 or 4 less hours of it in on repeat.
Things would have been so much better if I had managed to learn the words to my newest obsession before I got out there:
