Distance: 116 km

Time: 5:54

Terrain: Flat

Roads: Perfect

Scenery: Long straight roads through big forests.

This morning started with me yelling at my alarm clock to go to hell. I did it. Loud. It felt right at the moment.

When I stuck my head out of the tent this morning I thought I was in The Lord Of The Rings, it was awesome. But then I unzipped my sleeping bag and the reality slap me across the face, the reality in this case being the can of beans I had for dinner.

After breakfast I started riding and I could tell it was going to be a slow day. After 12 minutes I have a deja vu moment. No. NO. It can’t be, I tell my self ten times. I pick up my phone, turn on the compass and yes, YES, it can be and it is, I had ridden in the wrong direction. That was a sure sign of exactly how tired I was.

[insert any bad word]

About 35 km later I meet a dude, John, in a little town that says he’s an athlete and likes helping other athletes out. He has campsite he let travelers use for free and also offered me a shower. I was about to give up on that day and just take a shower and pass out under a tree, but then ”John” said something that made me change my mind. He sid he was, among other things, a life coach.

There is a lot of things I probably need help with, but guidance in my life, thanks, but no thanks.

After what seemed like a lifetime I reached Perry, one of the least impressive towns I’ve seen this far. The only positive thing was that I met a Swedish and Norwegian couple at the buffet. Oh, there was a buffet…which automatically upgrades the town to a solid 3.

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Distance: 118 km

Time: 5:54

Terrain: Flat

Roads: Perfect

Scenery: Big part of todays ride was through small beach towns.

Nothing spectacular happened all day long and then, when I least expected it I was in the middle of a cop movie. First there was one cop car, then a second and what do you know, they called in the professional interrogator. A total of four cops to make sure I wasn’t a terrorist. ”Do you have any weapons”, they asked me. Yes, I’m hiding WMD in my pants. Jesus! What a waste of everybody’s time. Surly there must be better ways of filming a fighter jet than stopping on the highway on a bicycle, pulling out an iPhone and filming straight up in the sky and getting nothing but backlight.

Anyway.

I was thinking about cinnamon buns all day long. When I finally came to Port St Joe around 20:00, the stores had nothing but donuts. Damn it! Not that I need to cinnamon buns, Loosing weight is a lot easier without eating a bunch of sweets every day. Getting into the perfect ”race weight” hasn’t been easy for me. Even though I ride for many hours daily my weight hasn’t shifted at all. That’s weird. Perhaps I have always been in race weight, just not in race shape.

A guy from my swimming club back home ran a 10 km race yesterday and crossed the finish line in 35:03. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On. Congrats, Olle Norberg! That will be tough to beat, but I’m looking to go sub 38 in may.

Not many seconds before I was stopped by the police.

I got to Mexico Beach at a perfect time for setting up camp. But then again, "maybe I could continue a little longer".