The sport of denial
Lance Armstrong talks about cycling being the sport of denial: one denies the pain one feels. Today this was true for both of us.
All had been going well for the first two hours. Having left Willowmore shortly after 5am, doing an 8km warm-up / detour to get out of the town (we had misread the map and confused a bridge for an intersection). Then we started paying the price for the double up the day before – and we payed dearly.
The routine of cycling from a star / galaxy covered sky, through the pre-dawn changes and onto sunrise has not lost its magnificence.
After leaving the town of Willowmore and cycling for seven hours we saw the first people near a place called Rondavel (which we almost missed out on the vetkoek due to opting for lunch on the side of the road).
The rest of the day was a blur of candy patches, corrogations in the road and a head wind.
Arrived in Prince Albert at sunset.
Tomorrow Gamkas kloof and RouxPos.
Lets hope the body parts survive.
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KZN, South Africa.
“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose” (Steve Jobs 1955-2011).