Some days I have episodic moments / momentous episodes when I feel like superman. I think of superman in the gender neutral the way I sometimes think of myself. So I’m NOT going to say I feel like some fictional character called superwoman who never existed just to be gender-feminine. As I was saying, sometimes I have episodic moments or momentous episodes when I feel like superman. And then there are prolonged, chronic bouts when I feel like the world’s entire supply of kryptonite is being used to sap every last drop of life out of me. Today, about half the world’s supply of kryptonite was being used against me. I was fine, as I normally am, up until the 70th kilometer. And then it hit me. I was feeling drained, sleepy, and hungry. Yesterday we cycled about 70km and then did a lot of walking around Warsaw. I didn’t eat proper meals either. I had a burger and fries for lunch and a cake and tea later. That ruined my appetite for dinner so all I had later was a doner-kabab sandwich at night. I knew that not eating a proper meal to restore the energy spent that day was going to come back at me the following day. It’s not easy cycling when the energy is zapped out of you. But you have to carry on. Actually, you don’t. You could just as well get off your bike and cry by the side of the road. Or you could cycle till the next roadside hotel and call it an early day. But I never allow those to be options. In my head, my only real option is to get to my next destination or further. So I carry on. All those words just to say that I was fine for 70km and then I felt tired afterwards. I’ll be frank. I have absolutely no idea what to write about today. I frequently end up blogging about the thoughts running around in my head while I’m cycling. Ever since my husband joined me three days ago, I really haven’t had many of those. I’ve had Colin to keep me company so my thoughts decided to take a break for awhile. Nothing particularly interesting happened today either. We cycled 127km from Warsaw to a town called Ostroleka. I successfully and easily navigated us out of the big city onto a major road that we stayed on for the whole route. It drizzled sometimes. We stopped at a gas station to pee at 40km and at a roadside restaurant for goulash at 80km. Ostroleka was too small to have any decent hotels so we cycled back onto the major road till we found a roadside hotel that would do the job. We checked in, showered, had dinner, and now I’m sitting in bed writing today’s blog post. But you don’t want to hear boring details like those! So for today I’m superman dealing with a world conspiracy to sap the life force out of me. But I’m superman. Not even the world’s whole supply of kryptonite can stop me.
Nice post! 🙂
Have you ever cycled through Bulgaria…?
Not yet! Hopefully one day. 🙂
I was planning a trip ( my first ever cycling trip ) to Bulgaria… Just wanted to know how is the experience of cycling through Europe…?
Read my previous 50 blog posts or more. You’ll find all the details there 😉
Yeah sure! 🙂
You’ve got what used to be known as “The Bonk”. It’s what cyclists get when they ” hit the wall” and all your energy runs out of the cleats in your shoes. In your case I suggest that this is as a direct result of over using your tongue muscles.
* Interesting fact: the musette bags handed to racing cyclists at feeding stations are called “Bonk Bags”. At least they were in my day. You’re welcome.
One day we will meet, Richard, and you will see I actually don’t talk that much at all. It all happens in my head and goes directly onto the Internet, completely bypassing the tongue muscles :-p
Oh oh, I’m in trouble again! Glad that you do have a good sense of humour, I’m going on my experience of solo walking; when I do meet someone, specially after a couple of quiet days, I REALLY do go on. When we meet remind me to tell you about the old man we met in Knoydart, we had trouble escaping.