Day 20 - Kirksville to Springfield

Hello from Springfield everyone. So last night I woke up around 11:00 with some pretty bad stomach pains. I have to say I wasn't really surprised, it was only a matter of time before the food on the road caught up with me. At home while training for this trip I was fortunate enough to have all the right food available to me, with plenty of fruits and vegetables to help combat fatigue and muscle exhaustion. While traveling through some of these states I don't think I saw a vegetable hit my plate for days on end.      

Curled up in the fetal position and trying to get into anything resembling a comfortable position to sleep in, I couldn't help but think that maybe it had something to do with that personal pizza I ate at that gas station right before we crossed into Illinois.      

So with one last ride standing between us and our rest day, I was forced to bow out of the stretch between Kirksville and the city that Lincoln made famous. It wasn't an easy decision to make, this entire morning as I slowly packed my gear, part of me wanted to hop on the bike regardless of the pain, while another part felt sadness that I had somehow let down my fellow riders.     

Regardless of my feelings, I decided that it was best to take care of this problem as soon as possible before it reached a point where I might have to get out of the ride completely. I might be overly cautious in my approach to the situation, but after all we still have another 12 days until we reach our final destination. And I'll be a monkey's uncle before I do anything to jeopardize that opportunity to see the Atlantic Ocean from the seat of my bicycle.     

So here I am in my hotel room, a warm cup of tea beside my laptop and a couple slices of plain bread on a plate. Although I have no appetite whatsoever, I know that the best thing to do right now is to nibble a little bit at a time, while staying as positive as I can about the whole situation. This trip has taught me a lot about pushing my limits as much as it has in respecting them.      

Still, I'd give anything to be back on the road, but if sacrificing one day to enjoy the remaining trip is what it takes, then I guess I'll have to take it. 

PS. My dad has been the picture taker for the past few days, so as soon as he rides in to join me I'll be sure to post up any he took of today's ride as well as the photos from yesterday. Thanks for your understanding, looking forward to getting back out there and leaving it on the road! 

Danielle Rivenbark