Sunday, 29 March 2009

The idealess

ALT="Bike gear"
TITLE="All I need">I’d love to tell you where I got the idea from, why I decided to embark on the biggest physical challenge I have ever undertaken, but I can’t. It’s not that it’s a big secret or anything; it’s just that I don’t know where it came from, at what point it entered my brain or in fact why it entered it at all. I’m not a cycle fanatic out to prove myself, although I do cycle around town a lot; I wasn’t escaping a job I hate, though I was working and neither was I running from a mid-life crisis, though arguably at the age of 37, I am heading towards one. I’d love to be able to say to you, it was because I was trying to find myself after being rejected by a long-term lover, who ran away with my five children, but I wasn’t. Maybe if I announced how I was overcoming a fear or fighting the inner negativity, by cycling in a huge great circle, it would be considered a clever marketing ploy, but I wasn’t.

Does there have to be a reason for doing something exciting? Must I lie to sex my story up, leaving the reader wondering what all the fuss was about, or is it enough to have a tale of adventure, which is honest and real in a part of the world that is in itself full of history and outstanding beauty. Can’t we just do something for the sake of it, because it’s a good idea and because life is short? I mean blink and the nurses are changing your colostomy bag, and shouting into your ears for the twentieth time what your own name is. Maybe there should be books out there with titles such as, ‘My Life In An Office For 50 Years’, or ‘Shit! Why Didn’t I Do That, Before I died’. Perhaps if there is a reason for this adventure, then that’s it!

Saturday, 2 June 2007

Almost upon me

Less than 48 hours away from embarking on my first real adventure. The last week has been increasingly exciting and despite having two leaving parties, my mind has been floating like deadwood on the sea's surface.

I realise as I go away what an excellent support network I have, my family and friends have been fantastic, supportive and make we almost burst with happiness at the good fortune I have...

Now away from the soppiness and onto the task in hand. 6,000 km (MInimum) here we go. I have been in the park trying to layer a little bit of sun on my skin, so I don't get burnt to a cinder when on the road. I have taken the bike fully laden on a couple of short rides, no problem so far.

My housemates, I an and ROland, will be tkng Richard's and my panniers to Dover in a car, whilst we take the train. Come on, it's not cheating. We arrive in Calais for 12:30 European time and will make our way to Dunkirk for our first night, a 40km ride to ease us in. Unlike me, Richard has been working his arse off full-time and so he will be shattered on arrival.

Up with the tent, a stroll to the beach and first dip in the sea. The next day Roland and Ian leave us to it and head back to London, while Richard and I continue across the beach border, which seperates France and Belgium, towards Oostend. The rest is a mystery...