DAY 4
Wednesday, July 11th 2012
La Molina to Seu D’ Urgell

2 hours in. I pant and grunt and pedal up to Gabriel. “How are you doing?” I sputter. “Ok,” he says, “but my ass is screaming.” Yeah that about sums it up.

Actually that was on day 3. Day 4 was relatively easy. Lots of flat, plenty of downhills. We got to Seu D’ Urgell in under 3 hours. I almost feel guilty now when the ride is flat– but then I remind myself that I am carrying 20 pounds of weight with me. (I estimate 20, I don’t know how much it really is). Definitely more than 10, that I would swear to. My body has changed in some way. When I get on the bike it feels like an extension of me. I’m more confident. I no longer go into a semi-panicked wobble when I hear a car baring down behind me. I’m wearing my superhero shirt and the bike is my Batmobile.

Our hotel was pretty, decorated with antiques, quaint. We washed our clothes in the sink and hung them on the balcony to dry, as we do every day… We had lunch at a Farmer’s Market in town. Mint chocolate chip gelato in the little park across from the hotel. Dinner in their garden. Pretty and lovely and almost like an actual vacation that normal people take… But we knew the next day would be a doozie.