My first century a few years ago, found us doing the only major climb of the ride at about mile 84. After the rest stop at the top of the hill, try as I might, I had absolutely nothing left in me to hold the pace line, which was plowing along at a whopping 13 miles per hour. Granted there was a bit of a headwind, but still...
Thats right, even with a 3 person pace line, I couldn't hold 13 miles per hour for the last 16 or so miles. Only the thought of that nice big spaghetti dinner at the end kept me from curling up along the road for a nice, long snooze in the sun.
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