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Well that was an 'EPIC FAIL' s my Sister would say.
I learned all about the influences of irrational fear on performance. Put myself in a situation I didn't want to be in first thing in the morning and felt the need to run like hell. Ran. Got myself stuck on a dual carriageway and spent the next hour trying to find my bearings.
Once I found myself somewhere I could get home from, I realised I was up to 20 miles already, with what seemed like no effort at all. Wondered if I could make 100 miles today. Turned away from home. It chucked it down. I realised my fleece was probably a mistake.
Stopped for food, bought dry clothes, including my first ever proper cycling jersey. Can't see the appeal. Uncomfy at the back where the pockets bunch up.
Carried on. Nothing happened for a while. Found the Anderton boat lift while the cafe was still open. Score! Drank tea and ate coffee cake. Watched the boat lift lifting boats.
Got to 60 miles and realised I couldn't go any further. Stopped six times in the next three miles. Realised I was ok. Carried on. Suddenly found myself in Warrington. Decided I was nearly home.
12 miles later I fell through my front door. An ill advised 77 miles. I didn't make my hundred, but actually, it was quite a good day. Only one close pass all day, no beeping, no swearing. Nice. I suspect tomorrow will be filled with pain. I also suspect I shouldn't really be allowed out of the house on my own.
Far from a fail in my eyes Dora, there's none of us that hav'nt been caught out by weather, suddenly found the body lacking or lost our sense of direction...it's all part of an adventure although of course some of it's not to be done regularly We all live and learn, you did 99% more than 99% of the general public would do.
Hats off to you, 77 miles, bonus