How do you get your head around the idea of being able to cycle 1800 miles in 10 days? It's quite simple - you dont! You can't really. You can get your head around the idea of a long ride, and even several long rides. But one single ride from the bottom to the top of the country and back again? That's a lot to process. Especially when you don't have a great track record time wise.
As I write this it is less than 8 weeks away from my attempt to ride from Lands End to John O'Groats in 10 days or less. If this is the first you've heard about this crazy idea of mine, it's for a very good reason, which I will explain. Here is what went through my mind.....(bear with me here)......
It's been a funny 7 days. A week that's been very up and down....
There's something magical about riding into the night. I've often said that I adore night riding. In fact it's the perfect time of day to ride solo. The magic of the night doesn't require company
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be good at something. When I say good I mean really good. I've wondered what it would be like to be one of life's winners, as that's never been me.
Unless you've had your head in a bucket of sand, there's no escaping the current global situation. From a sporting perspective, most of this year's events have either been cancelled or postponed. There's still no guarantee that even the postponed events or those scheduled for later in the year will go ahead since we just don't know how any easing of restrictions will take effect, and whether groups that are part of the sporting experience will be permitted to gather. Whether you are a follower or a participant in your chosen sport, this is an uncertain time and that IS a certainty!
Now that's the gloomy news over, but I'm determined that this post today will be an upbeat and helpful one.
Hurrah, another weekend at home adapting to our new normal. On Saturday this meant that the Hubster whizzed around the house cleaning windows, dusting, clearing weeds from the garden, doing washing etc. Since it's not something he does much of normally, I kept out of his way. After three weeks of reduced exercise, and jumping on the scales to realise that I have gained 1/2 stone, I knew that I needed to pull my finger out and start recreating my daily exercise habit. One problem though is that I am now sharing the turbo trainer with the Hubster.
Today I heard the birds singing. Not just the noisy seagulls that can be heard above the usual city din. But the small birds whose song is usually drowned out under all the noise.
I've discovered that other wildlife has become more noticeable in the silence too.
A friend watched a fox at her gateway. Not darting around avoiding people. Just sitting at the end of her path, watching the world go by. Not that much was going by at all.
In Wales, a wild herd of Kashmiri goats.....
Today was much like yesterday, but without a cream team, or a round of applause for the NHS. However, the health workers and support staff were reporting back today just how touched they were that their sacrifices were so appreciated by the population as a whole. Even royalty and the PM & Chancellor joined in with the applause. The NHS will certainly be earning our praise over the next few weeks, as the death toll from this indiscriminate virus rises daily, and it seems inevitable that we will be practicing social distancing in one form or another for considerably longer than the initial 3 weeks set in place.
Well that’s that then, lockdown! If was never really a question of IF it would happen, but more a case of WHEN and how extensive. Clearly all the warnings last week about social distancing, and how it meant 6ft or 2 metres apart, had little impact. With a sunny weekend, Mother's Day, the Government telling us it was ok to exercise, and all leisure activities, cafes, bars & restaurants closed, it was a balls up waiting to happen. But boy did we fuck it up!