Rather than cow bells and cheers, I hear the wherrrr—psh, wherrrr-psh, wherrrr-psh of my Spectra breast pump. At each crewed aid station, I’ve hopped into the car and pumped. I have a four month old baby at home, and I want to prevent my milk supply from diminishing during the race.
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