Then the two Jeffs (Owens and White) and I skipped out on the Piermont hang out to keep rolling. Did just shy of 80 miles with many anaerobic chunks  - mostly thanks to Owens who just kept going ballistic every time the road turned up!

I made a joke about us setting a Strava record on the watertower climb. Owens drilled the first two minutes like a maniac and then expected me to take off - "Ok, launch, that was your lead out!" Uh, right...I was hanging on for dear life!

I ended up going long with Jeff and Ryan. They took turns sparring with each other on many of the climbs, which translated to massive haymakers to my legs and vital organs. I took advantage of an initially moderate pace on the Toga climb from Rockland to get on the front and try to dictate a steady pace that I could maintain. Then Jeff was all, "Oh, look at this guy," and they punished me again. We did some hard pace line back down 9W and kept it conversational in Manhattan.