Butt of the joke

This Fourth of July weekend was the weekend to begin cramming for my Make-A-Wish 300-mile bike ride. Just as the Tour De France was starting out, I was going to get in consecutive days of long rides.
Sandy and I started on Friday with a 40+ mile ride and it wasn’t bad at all. The weather was perfect with little or no wind and the sun shined on us the entire ride. I’m feeling a little more confident about this thang!
Saturday was going to be a little longer and it didn’t feel good from the beginning. I was having some issue with my soft tissue areas just a few miles into the ride. Why is it the wind is constantly in my face but the trees aren't moving? Is there such a thing as ‘street wind’?
Needless to say, I had no legs and I wasn’t having any fun. If you can’t have fun doing it, why do it?
Forty miles into it, I was ready to get in any car, but we were still ten plus miles from home. Fortunately we happened upon a Party Store, so I knew what I needed to improve my attitude. After a few refreshing ounces of a cold BEvERage, I was ready to push on.
52 Miles of sun soaked, headwind blowing in my face the whole way, uphill all of the way, I was home.
Less than twenty days of intense training left for me before I die on the road!
Why is it that it always seemed like a good idea at the time……..