Monday, 14 September 2009
DONE IT
So, here I am, sat at home in the UK, after an incredibly emotional couple of days. Saturday started well and we flew the first 28 or so miles through to lunch, past a water stop en route. Lunch was taken by a river and a coupl eof scamps thought it would be funny to go for a swim - oooooh the chaffing I thought! After lunch it was to be a 'leisurely ride' into Pairs, leisurely if the Parisien drivers weren't all nutters...at least three or four times our group of five was nearly hit by people over taking or coming in from a side street. Still, we made it through all Paris had to offer to the park where we all met up at about 3pm. The over-riding feeling was one of real achievement and the emotion really took me. I sat on a grass bank, spent, and wept, really wept. The pain of the last few days and the scale of what I had achieved was sinking in, and at that moment I felt my Dad would be so proud and I couldn't stop the tears...
After a few mins of quiet relection someone snapped me out of it by suggesting we had an ice-cream (!) and from the park we waited for a couple of stragglers to arrive (one had a pedal fall off!!) and we went en masse to the Eiffel Tower. It was am amaing feeling to head to the Arc de Triomphe roundabout, and head down the Champs Elysees, traffic blocked, horns tooting, people cheering. What a terrific feeling, my melancholy refelctive mood had been replaced by one of great elation. We rode past the Eiffel Tower and there I saw Jen, Pat, Lizzie, Richard, Lynn, and of course, B; she saw me and waved excitedly - the look on her face made the whole trip worth while (more tears!)....a short trip on and we arrived at the base of the Eiffel Tower, where a chilled bottle of Veuve Cliquot awaited...! Never has a glass of champagne tasted so good. A few photos later and the short ride to the hotel to begin the celebrations...since then we've been up the Eiffel Tower (or Big Pylon as B refers to it) and headed home on Eurostar....
I have to say without a few people the last few days would have been impossible. Sunil, my biking buddy, waiting for me when I was slow and paced me when I had energy in my legs. He is a great bloke and his patience was a God-send. Martin, my room-mate was a top bloke, considered, thoughtful and wanted to go to sleep early...fantastic - just what I wanted in a room-mate. The food was great (I have put on 3 pounds - must be muscle :) ) and the organisation was nearly faultless by Discover Adventure. Finally without the support of my family, Jen in particular, nagging me to go out training I would never of done this and to them I am truely grateful.
What next? I am thinking trek, and I quite fancy Everest base camp or Kilimanjiro....never say never!
After a few mins of quiet relection someone snapped me out of it by suggesting we had an ice-cream (!) and from the park we waited for a couple of stragglers to arrive (one had a pedal fall off!!) and we went en masse to the Eiffel Tower. It was am amaing feeling to head to the Arc de Triomphe roundabout, and head down the Champs Elysees, traffic blocked, horns tooting, people cheering. What a terrific feeling, my melancholy refelctive mood had been replaced by one of great elation. We rode past the Eiffel Tower and there I saw Jen, Pat, Lizzie, Richard, Lynn, and of course, B; she saw me and waved excitedly - the look on her face made the whole trip worth while (more tears!)....a short trip on and we arrived at the base of the Eiffel Tower, where a chilled bottle of Veuve Cliquot awaited...! Never has a glass of champagne tasted so good. A few photos later and the short ride to the hotel to begin the celebrations...since then we've been up the Eiffel Tower (or Big Pylon as B refers to it) and headed home on Eurostar....
I have to say without a few people the last few days would have been impossible. Sunil, my biking buddy, waiting for me when I was slow and paced me when I had energy in my legs. He is a great bloke and his patience was a God-send. Martin, my room-mate was a top bloke, considered, thoughtful and wanted to go to sleep early...fantastic - just what I wanted in a room-mate. The food was great (I have put on 3 pounds - must be muscle :) ) and the organisation was nearly faultless by Discover Adventure. Finally without the support of my family, Jen in particular, nagging me to go out training I would never of done this and to them I am truely grateful.
What next? I am thinking trek, and I quite fancy Everest base camp or Kilimanjiro....never say never!
Friday, 11 September 2009
Day 3
Today was meant to be the easy day. MEANT TO. EASY. It wasn't. The first 23 miles were all up hill, apart from a few downhill bits that meant you then had to go back up hill. We climbed around 2,000 feet which was more than enough for me to be frank! The wind then decided to pick up and at times we were cycling directly into the wind, UP HILL. Nice. Lunch was at 43 miles, and the final water stop at around 60, with just under 10 miles, pretty much all downhill into Beauvais. We had a fatality on the trip today - a farmer's dog ran into the road chasing a cyclist and got hit by a car...not a pretty sight!
Pictures won't upload for now so will put them up tomorrow....
Pictures won't upload for now so will put them up tomorrow....
Thursday, 10 September 2009
2 days in, sore bum but doing ok!
So here we are in Abbeville, some 157 miles from London as the fat boy cycles....weird to think we left London less that 36 hours ago......[wavey lines].......
After arriving at the Clarendon hotel, a lofty 794 out of 1,150 hotels in London on Tripadvisor, I was not to be disappointed, tiny ariless rooms, service with a grimace and a shower that barely trickled. My room mate was to be Sunil (more of him later) who seemed a nice guy if an inveterant snorer...I got two hours sleep, he was up at 4am...
After breakfast and last minute checks on the bike we made it across the road to Blackheath green (?) where we had a bit of a briefing, dropped our kit off and started out on our (sort of) epic journey.
Just before leaving the hotel
Waiting for it all to start
Within a mile we had a beast of a hill and this set the tone for the day - hills, hills and more hills...the weather though was great - no wind and glorious sunshine for long distances. The day was punctuated with a couple of water stops, lunch and a couple of toilet breaks (unscheduled). For the whole day we were against the clock as our ferry was due to go at 5.50...however I managed to get to Dover for 3.57, about 40th of the group of 130 - quite pleased with that! A lot of the day I was cycling on my own but every now and then someone would come past and stop for a chat - it really is amazing how many different reasons people are doing this ride for, we have loads of people from Christians Against Poverty (they're all really *nice*), and other charities, Ataxia, Loros etc etc....the nicest thing is that everyone looks out for each other and has a nice word to say if passing or at a stop.
We finally made it into Calais after 40 mins or so delay and were then taken, in convoy, to our hotel, except it wasn't our hotel - they got the wrong one. Another 3 miles and we finally got to our hotel, my new room was Martin, another GP (Sunil is one too) from Scotland.
A good night's sleep was had by all, and we headed off at 7.45ish on our second day - the first 23 miles (to first water break were really tough (and I mean really tough), but once we got there it was relatively easy - long flat buit with the wind behind us 'til lunch followed by a few nasty hills but nothing major. I cycled all day with Sunil and it makes a huge difference having someone egg you on and pace you.
These pictures are (in order) - the hill profiles for each day, Martin having a well earned rest, Sunil at lunch, day 2, beautiful water wheel and me....ruining another picture!
Routes and hill profiles - just to keep my bro happy :)
After arriving at the Clarendon hotel, a lofty 794 out of 1,150 hotels in London on Tripadvisor, I was not to be disappointed, tiny ariless rooms, service with a grimace and a shower that barely trickled. My room mate was to be Sunil (more of him later) who seemed a nice guy if an inveterant snorer...I got two hours sleep, he was up at 4am...
After breakfast and last minute checks on the bike we made it across the road to Blackheath green (?) where we had a bit of a briefing, dropped our kit off and started out on our (sort of) epic journey.
Just before leaving the hotel
Waiting for it all to start
Within a mile we had a beast of a hill and this set the tone for the day - hills, hills and more hills...the weather though was great - no wind and glorious sunshine for long distances. The day was punctuated with a couple of water stops, lunch and a couple of toilet breaks (unscheduled). For the whole day we were against the clock as our ferry was due to go at 5.50...however I managed to get to Dover for 3.57, about 40th of the group of 130 - quite pleased with that! A lot of the day I was cycling on my own but every now and then someone would come past and stop for a chat - it really is amazing how many different reasons people are doing this ride for, we have loads of people from Christians Against Poverty (they're all really *nice*), and other charities, Ataxia, Loros etc etc....the nicest thing is that everyone looks out for each other and has a nice word to say if passing or at a stop.
We finally made it into Calais after 40 mins or so delay and were then taken, in convoy, to our hotel, except it wasn't our hotel - they got the wrong one. Another 3 miles and we finally got to our hotel, my new room was Martin, another GP (Sunil is one too) from Scotland.
A good night's sleep was had by all, and we headed off at 7.45ish on our second day - the first 23 miles (to first water break were really tough (and I mean really tough), but once we got there it was relatively easy - long flat buit with the wind behind us 'til lunch followed by a few nasty hills but nothing major. I cycled all day with Sunil and it makes a huge difference having someone egg you on and pace you.
These pictures are (in order) - the hill profiles for each day, Martin having a well earned rest, Sunil at lunch, day 2, beautiful water wheel and me....ruining another picture!
Routes and hill profiles - just to keep my bro happy :)
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Docs Report
Not a kidney infection as far as they can tell.....should be good to go! Fingers crossed!
A glimmer of hope
Just spoke to the organisers, they have said that if needs be they will take me to Dover on the back of the truck if I need an extra day to recover which is good news in that I can then to that leg at my leisure another time...still feeling a little better and am waiting for the docs to call me back with news on how serious the infection is.
In the balance.....
....I am starting to think that the antibiotics are kicking in, I feel a little better and don't feel like I need the loo every 5 mins...! Hopefully this isn't a false dawn and I will be ok to start at 7am prompt tomorrow. The way I look at it that's 2 more pills and a load of cranberries.....!
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