With all the excitement of the April 30th marker,
the 3,000 mile marker came and went with a boring thump. Mo and I were within 5 miles of each other on
May 13th at about 2,900 miles.
I announced to Mo publicly that I would be riding in and out both Monday
and Tuesday, and cross 3,000 miles on Wednesday morning, the 15th on
my way into work.
As predicted, Mo did a round trip on Monday, but took the
whole day off on Tuesday. I was a bit
anxious all day Tuesday that a big number would pop up for Mo at the end of the
day, but nothing showed up. When I woke
on Wednesday, still no Tuesday data from Mo.
So my ride to work on Wednesday was uneventful and I won the title with
no competition.
This is a good thing as I really did not want to go hard the
week of the 13th. More on
this later …