Adaminaby to Canberra – 180km – 1500m vertical – 11 hours in lycra…
Very hard to get started this morning. Took all of 30km before i felt vaguely human and capable of continuing.
But it led to an interesting realisation. As my legs refused to move (again) and breakfast sat very heavy I thought what if i just cant go on, when would my body just say no. And then i noticed a few guys were doing it even tougher than i was, going a bit slower up the morning’s hills. Somehow that helped me keep going, spurred me on.
So why was that? Is it Schodefrueder (sp?) am i taking pleasure in the misfortune of others? I’d like to think not, but perhaps i was?? I certainly had time to ponder it and bounce the idea with some other riders, as we rolled on to Cooma and coffee, and i rationalised it that it wasnt, but rather something more subtle. I think in fact it was that if i know they are hurting, then who the hell am i to complain.
Coffee in Cooma was great and saw a mate and sponsor, Blair, to boot. Roll onto to Canberra was uneventful and then we went to one of our major sponsor’s Harvey Norman, to present John Maclean with a cheque for young Hannah’ special needs change table.
On to Yarralumla and met her Excellency (yes in Lycra) and even got to have a chat to her (and a photo i hope to publish when i get it). She remembered my Mum and Dad and recalled my Mum with great fondness i think for a moment there there was perhaps a in both our eyes – so that was kinda nice. She had a remarkable memory, and reckons she may have even nursed me – but i reckon just maybe she made that bit up.
At the Crown Plaza now (also a major sponsor) and am pooped, so that is all
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