16/10/2012

Day 46  Lostwithiel to Sidmouth

                                                   OK, it's official, I'M STRUGGLING!!!

Today has been seriously hard and it's not like it's the first time I did over 100 miles, but it felt almost undo-able. After yesterday's 43 mile run, which is not that far anymore but rather taxing on me old body, everything was sore.

My right glute felt like it was misfiring, my calves were burning and my quads resembled carved butter to give you an idea. I'm not quite sure if it's purely psychological or got to do with the combined physiological torture that I've been putting my body under for the last 46 days, but every pedal resembles a hernia.

                                                                                            After what felt like years I made it to this lovely village and had to mask the struggle with an elaborate display of strength.

                                                                                                                                                                                   A quick snap by the beach and snack the off again, no rest for the wicked hey.















I met Tricia at the Dartmouth ferry crossing and we crossed together having a chat with the ticket man (below) and a couple of ferry crosser's, one couple who lives just down the road from us in Beckenham, small world hey,

After that it was fighting these *!"£*!*&^&* hills and more hills till I got to this sign that meant my destination was only roughly 35 miles away, hooray!

I'm sure you can see the joy in my face.

  At long last the end.

 Both Tricia an I am in shambles tonight and cant wait to eat and then sleep, and starting tomorrows 110 mile to Christchurch near one of our favorite breaks, the New Forest.