I was zipping down a busy street on my recumbent, going faster than usual because I had gotten the light at the last corner. A motorist left hooked me to go for a Denny's Grand Slam breakfast. I jammed on my brakes, but that wasn't enough, so I slammed my tennies to the pavement and managed to stop with 6" to spare.

My feet hurt all day, more and more. By the end of the day, I could barely pedal home, and when I had to stop at Kinko's to FedEx a package, I had to kneel down while waiting, just to get off my feet. At home, I filled a large pot with my feet and ice and water. I was supposed to ride a century the next day, but that got cancelled. I did ride another century two weeks later.