The ride is going pretty well. I'm fairly burnt (wait, is that an oxymoron?), but ready for more tomorrow.

Today is an anniversary of a sort. Some of you know this story already, but every year when I do the Coast the Coast, I stay at my father's and stepmother's house on Saturday since they live relatively close to the first day finish line. Well, last year I came home from that first day of riding to find a message from a pretty lady in my MySpace inbox. "Strange," I thought, "pretty ladies don't usually contact me." I wrote her back, she wrote me back, and so on, to the point that when my folks took me out to dinner that night, all I wanted to do was come home and see if she had written to me again. Five and a half months later, we were married.

Technically, the anniversary of that is Monday, but today is Saturday, the first day of the ride. Corri is here at the folks' house with me, she's tapping her stomach because our daughter-to-be is kicking, and I can't believe how great my life is turning out.