But, as soon as we left the bridge's protection, we met light, chilly rain. So much for the 70 percent change of no rain. It was 100 percent the entire day. Early on, I sort of wished for some mechanical failure to take me out without my having to think about it. But that didn't happen and, in fact, I felt pretty good. Then I thought, okay, I'll make it to Bear Mountain, the half-way point, and knowing after that that I was heading home should keep me going.
It didn't. At about mile 70, the Rockland County Boulders baseball stadium, I was wet to the skin and couldn't stop shivering. I climbed off. But at least I had lots of company.
Maybe there was more excitement around the finishing area when the earlier riders had come in. But by the time the bus delivered us dropouts, it looked pretty sad. The few people left were huddled under the tents trying to stay dry and moderately warm. Riders straggled across the finish line.


next year.