So, I guess we all have special memories of our epic challenges. And I'd say also that the vast majority of people in the UK would consign you to the loony bin, if you actually say you enjoy being out in howling gales, lashing rain, searing heat, or freezing cold. But here at Adventure Cafe (http://www.adventure-cafe.com/) , we know very well that you are out there... in droves, the lucky ones who have seen the light, and who know that something very special comes from pushing your limits. You see, living on the line of the average is kind of boring. Never too hot, never too cold, never hungry, never too full, never really exausted, but never really bursting with energy. BUT, if you embrace the world of the challenge, you may just find a world richer in experience, and you may be able to savour lifes simple pleasures, and appreciate them as luxuries!
I pushed out on my bike last Saturday, and set out on a ride. As usual, it has to be squeezed in amongst a myrid of other commitments, so there was certainly not time to plan where I would go, so I took first left, first left, through the village and out across the Somerset levels. Easing myself in, I was able to pick up the speed gently, before getting whacked by any gradients. During the first few miles I cemented the plan. I would head for Taunton via the backroads, and take in the beautiful spine road up on top of the Blackdowns. The day was cold, but at least not freezing, or wet, so I was happy.
And so it was that after the gentle rolling road to Ilminster and Horton, I was confronted by a tough climb up on to the Blackdowns, steep and unrelenting, but certainly a good workout. Working hard, the top of the climb duly arrived, and I was thn able to enjoy the sublime pedalling through the forestry commission of Staple Fitzpaine, and on towards Holmen Clavel.
I digress... as you probably don't particularly want to hear about my unremarkable riding around rural Somerset. The point was, that the ride evolved, and I found myself with a tough, and long ride home from the Racecourse at Taunton, some 20 miles to get home. As usual, I had no lights, and night was coming on fast. So I had no choice. Put the pedals down, and crack on towards home, as fast as my legs could propel me. Chasing the end of the day's light I realised that I was running near the end of my energy reserves, and started to feel somewhat light headed, and ravenously hungry. Still, faster, faster, home home, I must make it home!
Through Langport now, and the light is really fading, and my tummy is starting to consume itself... but I can't help but push myself on, with one of those - 'I'll just get to there' , and then 'Just another two miles' battles raging inside my head. Finally I gave in, and stopped to pull out my jellybeans and flapjack, on the street corner in Long Sutton. And do you know what? Those sweaty snacks from my back pocket, were the best bits of food I've tasted for weeks... the sugar lift was verging on hallucinogenic, and the texture of the Elevenses Bar, was immense... I rode the last 3 miles gently, feeling more together, in warm down mode, and my stomach saying a quiet thankyou. Finally after an outing of not even 3 hours, I pulled in on the drive, cold, hungry, and mud spattered, but elated, buzzing with endorphines and at one with the world, in the way that only this kind of simple personal challenge can manage. Through the door, and warm tea, and a bath were the most luxurious and splendid end to a great afternoon.
My point, I suppose, is how the personal privations we experience on our physical challenges, give us a moment to recalibrate, and reassess what we enjoy, what we need, and what is a luxury. For me, long live the hot bath and the cup of tea. I'l be out on the road seeking the very same luxury this weekend - if my family let me :-)
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