DAY 9 – TWISTIN’ MY MELON, MAN!

Lockerbie to Glasgow (77.24 miles)

I’m here. In Glasgow. Tonight’s blog complete.

Almost…If tomorrow is as bad as today, then tomorrows blog will be from a train home.

But it won’t be. Because cycling, like life is full of ups and downs, both physically and mentally. And tomorrow is just as likely to be better as it is to be as bad. So, it’s best to assume it will be better and think positively.

Why was it such a “bad day at the office”? I’ll be as brief as I can:

  1. didn’t feed correctly this morn (no fibre/oats & bananas!)
  2. my “red cross parcel” I sent in advance which contained 2x 200g bags of sugary white powder (maltodextrin/potassium salt/caffeine Mix) didn’t make destination – not sure why!
  3. 10-12mph block headwind all the way
  4. lots of “bad hills” with bad tarmac to the point of having to pedal downhill on occasion
  5. after which, I may need to wear a “tenna lady” pad, which I will, of course cross charge to South Lanarkshire council!
  6. bad navigation and another extended day
  7. two punctures, one just 15 miles from destination
  8. hail and torrential rain 16 miles from destination

I’ll stop there, as it’s getting dull. You get the drift!

THE RAIN WAS RELENTLESS TODAY. THE ROAD WAS RELENTLESS TODAY

The long and the short is that if I didn’t know that tonight I’m staying at the Radisson Blu Glasgow, I could well have jacked it in at some point along the 77.24 miles covered today!

But I didn’t and I’m here, and it’s brilliant! That bed is going to see some “action” tonight – all of which will be sleeping! After I’ve done some drying out!

AFTER SITTING IN THE BATH TO DETACH THE BLOOD-SOAKED CHAMOIS CYCLING SHORTS FROM MY PERINEUM(!) I HAD TO GET THIS LOT DRY

The oddly positive points from today were:

  • Riding with “Scott” who was working in the area on railtrack replacement, but was on his newish bike to get over his birthday hangover. Nice bloke, a good chat, and 4 miles of company at a “low” point
  • The “crazy bloke” on a bike who was “effing and jeffing” seemingly at me, until I twigged his gears were slipping and his tirade was aimed at his forlorn old Mountain bike
  • looking at the Google map showing where I am, relative to where I started to ride
QUITE A WAY FROM LANDS END, GIVEN I GOT HERE ON MY BIKE!

Cycling is, as I’ve said before a “head game” as much as physical. Today, I well and truly had my melon twisted!

Night folks,

Chris
9th September 2013

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