I watched Aaron and his bike cross the start line of STP at 4:45 this morning with 204 miles between him and the finish line in Portland.
He just texted me at 10:20 a.m. to say he’s halfway there. I’m on a bus headed to the Seattle train station. At this point, I’m afraid he’ll beat me there!
OH, and if that’s not badass enough, he may or may not have fractured his wrist at the softball game Thursday night. So he’s pretty much killing it with a broken body part.
I’m ridiculously proud.
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