So back I made it to Las Cruces, eventually tacking on 38 miles.
I had a few ways to look at today. Remove the chaos of recent flat tires,
and making it to Deming yesterday would have been a cinch. Then today's ride would have been an easy
50 mile ride on Interstate 10 to Las Cruces.
Although I didn't regain all 70 SAG miles,
realistically I would have arrived in Las Cruces anyway on this day. Additionally
I did tell myself to act like I lived in Las Cruces,
and my windy and cold 38-mile ride was certainly respectable for a local.
Still, I didn't feel good, and special thanks to my friend Aimee
(with Smile for a Lifetime) for
encouraging me. As a marathon runner, she completely understood my feelings as though I'd cheated.
She asked me, "When you come to a town, don't you ride an extra mile or two to find a motel?"
"Sometimes. I do," I said.
"Well, do the math. How many days will you be on your journey? (Answer: 46 days)
And how about getting lost? Do you ever bike more because you were looking for something?"
Aimee was right. Maybe I shouldn't have felt so bad. My cross-country
tour was over 2,600 miles, and surely I'd make up those extra miles
from zigzagging through towns, looking for motels or even getting lost.
In the afternoon, I felt even better about this. I also had an idea that I posted on
my Facebook page:
My friends and I will have
a late summer "penance ride" in Colorado, where we'd bike to the top of
Cottonwood Pass from Buena Vista. That would
be a tough 35 mile round trip that would completely eradicate any uneasiness about these 32 unaccounted miles.
Perhaps I could make it a big social cycling event that would benefit many. We'll see.* :)
* - Stay tuned. I'm typing this on April 27, 2011. Let's see what I can organize. :)