I arrived yesterday after a nine hour plane ride and a two hour train ride. Went a little something like this:
Gainesville-->Atlanta-->Milan-->wait for Italian train...-->Florence
I really wanted to see how I would fare on the bike now that I'll be riding up hills/mountains, so I decided "What better way to fight jet lag than to go for a bike ride!"
Friends, I still suck at climbing. Even though I've been riding road bikes since September 2009, I ride at a turtle's pace up hills.
I managed to snap a picture during the climb as I was trying to keep my heart from exploding and my lungs from collapsing. [no exaggeration here]
Shortly after this picture was taken I got passed by a mountain bike. In my defense, I did pass him later on (on a downhill section).
Of course, the view at the top made the fire in my chest worth it. A bit hazy, but still spectacular.
I'm declaring today an official rest day. In the past 48 hours I have donated .5L of blood, traveled across the Atlantic, rode up to Fiesole and stayed awake until 11 p.m. that night.
Peace and Love,
amanda
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