Within the last couple of days I have received a handful of phone calls from Doug. He is in some remote area of Georgia where the internet is sparse. I was asked to give a brief update on the race. This, I fear, is a test to see how well I’ve been listening when we talk on the phone. I’m alarmingly short on the vivid details of his journey. Nobody out there should think less of me as a wife but know that I am a poor phone companion- one that is often distracted by picking her own fingernails or scratching her cat’s ears.

I’ll start by mentioning the blatantly obvious: Doug was tired after completing Brasstown Bald. As I was told, he managed to hang in there long enough to make one last delivery of fresh bottles to the big contenders before the final climb. Earlier in the race, his teammate (Mike Creed) was disqualified for receiving a little nudge to catch back onto the field. Doug seemed to think that this maneuver was commonplace in the pro peleton but the officials felt otherwise. The details are hazy (because it was I who was listening to them) but if I were Mike, I would enjoy spending the day in the team car after a week of hard racing.

Tomorrow is the last day of racing in the Tour of Georgia. It’s a 60-mile circuit race in Atlanta. Hopefully when Doug finds himself a speedy internet connection, he can replace my post with something far more eloquent and tell us all about how it all went. As for me, it’s long past my bedtime.

-Adrienne