I should be climbing the infamous nine mile climb that is Shap Fell.
Instead, I am curled up in bed in Penrith watching Flog it!
I have faced some terrors over the last few days... Some of you Will be able to relate to cycling in high winds, in snow blizzards, being swept along by HGV lorries and in sub zero temperatures perhaps not many and CERTAINLY hadn't until very, very recently.
However.... I am sure the following terror, i can safely say, has been shared by every single member of mankind. The slow onset of stomach cramps that leads to you racing, against all odds, to the nearest loo.
Last night I could only manage a bowl of plain rice and was probably quite dehydrated... Today I have a full blown tummy bug.
I found myself drawing parallels to an infirmed elderly patient as I left Lloyds pharmacy with two anti nausea tablets in my gums and with a selection fortisip drinks (the ones which come with straws attached) in lieu of the breakfast I couldn't manage to start. NOT exactly the diet plan for 100mile a day cyclists.
Managed to make it to Penrith so, as it stands, I am one day behind. Not being able to eat writes off any chance of a big cycle tomorrow... Running on empty today already.
I may be able to do a short ride tomorrow afternoon and if i do i will be able to test out the other half of a scientific experiment I carried out up Beatock yesterday...
I closely monitored the correlation between going uphill and going downhill against positive mood and negative mood.
I concluded that there was a DIRECT correlation. Uphill = bad mood.
Downhill = good mood.
By altering the hill you alter thrown mood. Simple.
Tomorrow I Will test changing the mood and closely monitor the type of hill. You never know... I may be in Bristol by Friday.
Bristol by Sunday is looking very feasible especially with the big climbs out of the way and more favourable weather ahead.
Instead, I am curled up in bed in Penrith watching Flog it!
I have faced some terrors over the last few days... Some of you Will be able to relate to cycling in high winds, in snow blizzards, being swept along by HGV lorries and in sub zero temperatures perhaps not many and CERTAINLY hadn't until very, very recently.
However.... I am sure the following terror, i can safely say, has been shared by every single member of mankind. The slow onset of stomach cramps that leads to you racing, against all odds, to the nearest loo.
Last night I could only manage a bowl of plain rice and was probably quite dehydrated... Today I have a full blown tummy bug.
I found myself drawing parallels to an infirmed elderly patient as I left Lloyds pharmacy with two anti nausea tablets in my gums and with a selection fortisip drinks (the ones which come with straws attached) in lieu of the breakfast I couldn't manage to start. NOT exactly the diet plan for 100mile a day cyclists.
Managed to make it to Penrith so, as it stands, I am one day behind. Not being able to eat writes off any chance of a big cycle tomorrow... Running on empty today already.
I may be able to do a short ride tomorrow afternoon and if i do i will be able to test out the other half of a scientific experiment I carried out up Beatock yesterday...
I closely monitored the correlation between going uphill and going downhill against positive mood and negative mood.
I concluded that there was a DIRECT correlation. Uphill = bad mood.
Downhill = good mood.
By altering the hill you alter thrown mood. Simple.
Tomorrow I Will test changing the mood and closely monitor the type of hill. You never know... I may be in Bristol by Friday.
Bristol by Sunday is looking very feasible especially with the big climbs out of the way and more favourable weather ahead.
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