Pain, Thy Name is "Bike"

So, my plans did get rearranged because of something that's happened here, and I'm a little sad... not because my plans were changed but because of the circumstances. I didn't go to Passau, but I can visit it later on.

However, Thursday and Friday I ran off to Munich to experience the Oktoberfest. I left each night before it got really wild and I had a lot of fun. We had a table reserved each time so there wasn't a lot of walking around needed to find one. But this thing is big. It's like the Kentucky Derby and Kentucky State Fair rolled into one and then multiplied by four. Everywhere you turned there was a person and I paid 10 Euro for a liter of really good beer. It was definitely something I enjoyed even though I hadn't planned on going to it. However, after going to the Dult here in Regensburg, I really wanted to keep going to more festivals.

I rode this rollercoaster with five loops in the orientation of the olymipic rings. Insane.

Anyway, Oktoberfest was good, lots of walking... but then I rode a bike today for 24 miles. My butt HURTS. I didn't have a heart attack or have trouble breathing and my thighs only started hurting on the last mile. But you have no idea what pain is until your butt hurts. Really. Even after getting on the bus and sitting down, it was painful. But I'm really proud of myself because, even though I went a little slower than everyone else, I feel like I'm in fairly ok shape after doing this. It's like being in the army and realizing how much you can do... without someone yelling at you, of course.

So I feel really prepared for my ride across Austria now since it's 53 miles total which means I can do half one day and half the other. The worst part is being tired. You don't eat a whole lot so your energy plummets fast without a quick calorie fix. Our program director had these little squeeze tubes filled with what tasted like cake icing.

Anyway, I've got to get to drawing.

Cheers!