My friend convinced me to head back as now we'd have a tailwind but by mile 15 my left arm was killing me and had to keep stopping to rest. Everyone was passing us and even though it wasn't a race, I just felt like a failure. My mountain bike shorts were digging into my waist around mile 17 adding to the discomfort as well. We finally made it back to the beginning and headed into the bar for the food being provided.
For making it 25 miles we all got our t-shirts that I can proudly say I earned and I love it:
Will I do a ride like this again? I don't know. But, if you have a chance to do a ride, do it. I don't regret it and I learned a lot about myself.