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One thing I need you all to know: I’m not doing this to prove anything to anyone but myself!
So here I am at my second campsite for the night – a small patch of woodland just outside Neville. It’s supposed to have been a wonderful day yesterday – lots of sun!
Skating since 9am was really tough. It’s the backpack! It’s double the effort to push up so I’ve not got pain in the shoulders as well as my legs and hip. This I can cope with though. Skating 50k around London is so easy! I can just keep pushing with a huge smile on my face and I’ve just realised why I enjoy it so much – because at the end of the day, no matter how far I go, I have my lovely home to retreat to. Now, I really don’t.
I called it a day at 7pm yesterday. Camped wild for the second night in a patch of woodland just off the D55 a few miles south of Neville. Ok, it wasn’t as scary as I thought but fuck, it was so cold again! Dropping to 8c at about 3am. Every layer on! Still only getting 10 mins sleep every couple of hours.
13 hrs later and I’m still in my tent, hiding from the cold and rain. The weather forecast for today is bloody awful! The rain lets up in an hour (apparently) and then its blustery winds and more rain in the afternoon. Wtf!!! It’s supposed to be SUMMER!! I’m not prepared for this. My body is coping well with skating with a 20lb backpack but if I skate in the rain one more time I’m going to fall seriously ill.
Mentally, it’s tough on my own. Not knowing where I’m going to be at the end of the day or if I’m going to be experiencing another sleepless night of shivering in the rain when I’ve finished a hard days skating is sole destroying.
I’m not sure about today at all! Day 3 might be spent off the road if I can find somewhere warm and dry to try and get some kind of appetite back. I must eat! But I still feel sick Sort it out Michael!