Well goodness me, what a day. It's lucky I had those 2 coffees or I would never have made it up the hill that I tackled right after my last update, on my way out of Dona. Even picturing Macsen or vqrious loved ones wouldn't have been enough, my legs needed some reliably artificial chemical messages.
But I did it, and the next one, and with some heartstopping descents of gloriously dangerous bends and squiggles, made my way to San Sebastian for lunch- a full 86km from breakfast.
I told myself I' btake a gentle afternoon, never mind if I got to France or not, but the universe said no qnd now with acheing... hands, of all things, I retire in Ciboure in a kind of bunkhouse (it's still raining).
Mind if I have a little whinge? Just to clarify, I'm really happy, pleased with myself for working so hard today, my furthest I think and mountainous too; but my god do my hands hurt! The pads in my gloves have squashed into hard little rolls, worse than no gloves at all. The whole of my palms feel bruised, my fingers, wrists and elbows ache so badly and as simple a movement as opening my water bottle or even letting go of the hanlebars sends agonizing shooting pains all the way from my fingertips to my elbow, not unlike touching an electric fence.
To add insult to... whatever it is, I can't find my arnica, which cost enough. Hmph.
Apart from that, though, I'm good :)
(Tomorrow I have a telephone interview for the massage course! I'm more excited than nervous, though I haven't really planned. Perhaps I'll try and dredge up some energy to do that now. Wish me luck...)
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good luck sweetness! sounds like u might have some form of repetitive strain....not fun. Let me know how the interview goes, im posting my app form today :) trying to job hunt at the moment and its enough to make u dive head first into every professional holistic course in the country!
ReplyDeletelove you chicka xxx bexi