I very nearly forgot to write this tonight, which is odd as you would have thought it was pretty much routine by now.
When I said yesterday felt like the end of a leg, I think I let my guard down mentally. I woke up this morning feeling fine but with no real urgency to get to the finish. The normal thoughts of ‘how much down-time will I get this evening?’ weren’t there; I just wasn’t really that bothered.
This may not sound like such a bad thing, and to be honest – I have spent most of the last few months trying to relax more. The problem is that when there’s no real stress about when I’m going to get to the end – my mind can turn to other things; and when the scenery is as dull as it is here, that isn’t always great. Long story short, I got bored.
This is only really the second time I’ve been bored on this trip (the first was a bit over a week ago on my second night in a tent) as my mind generally always has something to think about: the next kilometre, the next meal, tomorrow’s ride, the amount of sleep I’ll get. And as I have now discovered, getting bored can be a bit dangerous. In both instances, my thoughts turned to home and life back in England. I normally don’t really have time to feel lonely, but today I did, and honestly it wasn’t all that fun. I’m not sure writing it down is a good thing to do either. I think the best thing is not to dwell on it and move on.
A summary of today then: in theory there was nothing wrong with the day… For some reason it just didn’t feel that great. That’s just the way it goes sometimes I guess.
Distance: 107.5 miles / 173 km
Riding Time: 7:37:34
Av. Speed: 14.1 mph / 22.7 kph