It's becoming strangely predictable how our expedition is
cycling - a good day is invariably followed by a bad - so it's of no surprise
that our wonderful day yesterday is followed by a less than stellar one today.
It started out well enough with Ray and I rolling out early
to beat the heat, quickly tucking away the first 20 kilometers to
psychologically get into the day. Starting each morning can be a daunting
affair, anticipating the hours of discomfort that lay ahead, but once that
certain barrier is crossed each day, a groove takes shape and the effort
becomes manageable. For us the 20-kilometre barrier seems to be this magic line
between morning discomfort and daytime reality.
But today by the 20-kilometre mark Ray is labouring, he's
not himself. Normally by now Ray and I have hit our stride with the balance
between physical discomfort, visual stimulation and endorphin secretion
reaching its glorious balance, but not today. Ray has an obvious limp in his
gait and it's not long before he's stopping massaging out his left quad.
"Kev, it's just like a Charlie horse...you know?"
he says in frustration. "It's like someone punched me really hard in the
leg"
By kilometre 25 things aren't getting any better. We take an
early lunch to access things and hope an early rest will pay divedends. It
doesn't. After lunch Ray and I run/walk an additional 15km and call it a day.
"I've never had anything like this before" Ray
exclaims, "I hope it's not serious"
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