We Gon' Die Today

Pouring rain pounded on my helmet while bright flashes of lightening struck down from the dreary sky. Flash then boom and we kept jokingly saying, "we gon' die today." We eventually pulled ourselves together at mile 5. There we forgot what personal space was and cuddled into a corner under a blue tarp to keep warm. Once the puddles fully formed and we felt it was safe to hop back onto our bikes, we were escorted by 3 awesome police officers. Total count of flat tires for the day was 12. Luckily, my tires never gave up and got me 66 miles safely to Opelousas, LA. To end the night, we kicked the soccer ball around an open football field. Felt great to get a touch on the ball again.