This morning I packed up my camelbak filled to the brim and got on the route we're using for Wednesday's ride. When I left home at 9AM it was around 84 degrees and it had just finished raining leaving steaming asphalt. Getting in the big ring, I took it slow and steady. Around 4-5 miles out I started breaking a sweat. The traffic was a 4 on a scale of 1-10. At Spanish River Park, 7 miles out, I took full advantage of the public shower and pavillion and talked with a woman with an adorable little grandbaby. After this 10 minute break I was back on the road again feeling refreshed and cooled. Before long I was at Atlantic. More public showers and another dousing with the precious liquid. As I did the turnaround I had plenty left and was feeling good. Everything was great and I was in a good rythym until a scumbag driving a long flatbed ran me off the road over some gravel and a big "plop" and onto some grass. I thought the bike was gonna crumble but lo and behold, it didn't and I didn't fall. The momentum was unfortunately broken at this point which was about a quarter of the way back into the turnaround home. My legs suddenly felt like they were tiring and the heat was becoming unbearable. I pushed and then hit that same public shower again at Spanish River park. This time I took a good 15-20 minute break and got my legs back. By now hunger was starting to gnaw away at my insides so I stopped at the market for a Balance bar which I gotta say really did energize me to get the rest of the way home with energy to spare. It was noon when I got home and the temp was 90 degrees.