Wednesday 8th August

I'm ashamed to say that today could be summed up in one word: 'Grumpy'. It's a bit of an understatement to say I didn't feel like going for a ride. I'd been tired all day, it started raining as I walked home from work and there were lots of other things I needed to do.

I grumbled all the way to Exmouth - I am fed up of cycling, I am tired, I am hungry, I am bored of cycling the same routes over and over. I want my social life  back, I am stressed as I have so many other things I need to do, why are we doing this? It's not like there's even a qualification at the end of this, hundreds of other Brits have been flocking to do the route, so we aren't unique and unlike them, we're even paying to do it...oh and did I mention I'm hungry and we really should eat more than a piece of toast and a chocolate biscuit before cycling 30 miles...and why are we cycling this route again? You can do a lot of grumbling over the course of 15 miles!

I cheered up a little on the way back. Mostly because I was on my way home, but it was also a beautiful evening. The rain had actually stopped before we started cycling, but had already contributed to my glum mood earlier in the evening. We took the coast path back, mainly because it was quicker rather than because it's easier. It would still be gone 9pm when we arrived home, had to cook and eat dinner and shower. I do remember struggling at this stage in our training for London to Paris, so I'm trying to hang in there and see it through, but tonight I really felt like I'd had enough.

26 miles later......

Now I'm back home, fed and showered I don't quite know what all the fuss was about! There is at least the hope of some sunshine for our next ride on Friday, but the forecast for Sunday is heavy rain again...so I can't say I'm looking forward to that much. For now, I'll go and rest my Grumpy head and hope I bear more resemblance to Happy in the morning.