We had lost the race against the setting sun. A day of dense fog and rain was quickly becoming night. After nearly 70 miles of rain, mist, and mud; riding the bikes over rocks, roots, and ruts; with legs throbbing, back aching, and teeth chattering we stood affixing lanterns to the bikes in the gathering gloom. While getting back on the bike a mantra of motivation formed.
"I am tough and I am strong. After this day - I will be tougher and I will be stronger."