My butt has taken on the look of a child with chicken pox. My toe has an ingrown nail and is pussing. My foot, a rash. My knees ache in the mornings for the first 20 miles. Both of my panniers have broken latches and are holding on by bungee cords. My arms are obtaining a sun rash, tho we apply sunscreen hourly, it doesn’t prevent sunrash. My phone’s dead. Camera is dying. The tires on my bike tend to become flat. We had an ant attack the other morning in the tent. A gnat war during breakfast yesterday. We’re eaten by mosquitoes nightly. And were showered by windshield wiper fluid in the Gulf Shores as we were honked at, yelled at and swevered at during the lunch hour of Spring Break on the beach.
Tho Tim endures the road, bumps, weather and me, he somehow doesn’t have a single problem with his body. He doesn’t have to take bathes in Epsom salt, or put Neosporin on his be-hind nightly. Or wash his shorts every 15 miles. Or dig at his toe with a knife. He hasn’t had to buy diaper rash cream, Gold bond or baby wipes. He’s happy, healthy (gaining weight) and here, taking care of me as I slowly fall apart! Amazing how this all works out!