I literally can’t get my legs to turn over faster than this. My Garmin is reading 11 mph and the road looks flat. I hate cycling I think to myself. My friend Anna is waiting for me on the side of the road ahead. I’m struggling, I tell her. We stop, I eat, I complain, I panic about how much we have left to ride (55 miles to go…we’re not even halfway). I wonder how I’ll get home from here…