What a difference a day makes

Hello sports fans, coming to you live from the Marist College computer lab using a password that we borrowed from an alum(none of the 3 alumni on the trip know their password) its billy, the mets fan, I am happy to report that we are about 90% of the way done with day 2.

Since we missed blogging yesterday due to lack of a computer lets try to catch you up on some of the action. Yesterday started off they way we all would have like it to start off with myself and the other billy on the 630 train into the city, and John Liz and B not on the 630 train heading to the city. We met up around 9 with ideas of dominating the ride (well at least I did), how hard could it be to bike 45 miles a day, I think I'm an athletic person? Little did I know it was much much harder then I anticipated I fell/got knocked off my bike somewhere in the Bronx on a street corner, got dominated by a few hills, cramped up multiple times in my leg on a few occasions and felt like a pile of flesh at the end of the trip. Up hill climbs may be the absolute worst thing possible and there were multiple occasions on the trip where I though to myself, what the hell am I thinking? I'm a Mets fan. Luckily we were put up by amazing hosts last night, Billy C's best friends in-laws who cooked us a delicious meal, gave us a great place to sleep and even got us to laugh a little bit. I can not speak for everyone but I think last night when we went to bed everyone was thinking to themselves "what did we get ourselves into".

Today is a completly different day, we woke up and made a group decision that we were going to finish this thing no matter how badly we were hurting, we got a good stretch in, and left for our ride at about 8:30. Everyone seemed to be doing much better today, figuring out how to attack the uphills, and how to use the downhills to rest. The best thing I can say about the other people I am riding with is they are "wicked" encouraging (Liz says wicked every now and then and I think its funny so i figured i'd throw it in.) Noone fell off their bike today, and aside from the flat tire I suffered about 20 minutes ago we have had very few set backs.

As far as the rivalry goes we are saddened to report that we are yet to run into a die hard yankee or red sox fan outside of the Bronx. Seems people upstate just do not like baseball that much, or maybe they are to busy building unbelievably steep hills to tourment people on.

We have seen some great sights, Sleepy Hollow was nice, as was Cold Spring today (Heather Stoja's hometown...i promised her i would throw that in.) We have also seen some unbareable sights most notably the road leading up to the Bear Mountain Bridge where a man actually rode up beside us and said, "you guys ever do the goose trail before" and then when we said no he said, "I dont know if you can do it on a bicycle" That was a such a great way to end our day yesterday.

I dont want to go into too much, the other 4 are fevorishly blogging as we speak so you are going to have some reading to do. I just want to pass along that we are doing well, feeling optomistic and with every mile that passes we know we are one mile closer to our goal.