Monroe, Wisconsin — the land of cheese, rolling hills, and small-town vibes. Today’s ride and run felt like a slice of Americana. It started chilly, but the warmth of the community (and the cheeseburger) made up for it.
Thirteen miles on foot, thirty-six on the bike. My legs were cooked by mile 42, but I kept moving. That’s the rhythm now. Pain shows up, but I keep showing up harder.
After the workout, I found a local diner and crushed a double bacon cheeseburger and a killer strawberry shake. And yep — tattoo #8 is officially on my left forearm: a tiny wheel with wings.
Tomorrow, I’m heading into Illinois. Let’s keep pushing.
“One day. One state. One step at a time.”