I'd based my training in the last three months on the Tour de Okinawa, two weeks away. I’d ridden the mountains countless times, did greuling 40-mile all-out rides on base weekly, and was to the point I could ride J.T. off my wheel at will. I’d won seven of ten races I’d entered at Yokota, including my final 5 kilometer run on October 28 by 2minutes 23seconds. I was very strong, and now I had to prove it in Okinawa. This was the big one.
And then Miimii's grandfather died. At the funeral someone took this of her family.