One of the things that we are asked about a lot is what this
trip is doing to our bodies and how they are feeling. It is fair to say that we are getting to know
them in an utterly different way; some days we marvel at their power and others
we ask them politely why they seem so sluggish and would they mind awfully
moving a bit faster. We have developed a
huge respect and appreciation for them – sometimes wondering what gift or treat
we can offer our legs in particular to thank them for all the hard work they do
for us. A massage is about the best we have come up with so far, so we indulge
their desires and trudge off to find masseuses on rest days, and sit around waiting
whilst our legs enjoy a wonderful going over.
Our hard working legs requiring some love |
As the challenge is physical, it is through this context
that we also get to know the rest of the group – we can recognise everyone’s
riding style from quite some distance away (this is of course helped by knowing
every item of cycling clothing they could possibly be wearing – to don a new
jersey at this point in the trip is impossible without extensive comment, often
accompanied by rebuke for the memory that another item had been worn for 8 days
straight on a prior occasion whilst this new jersey had sat tucked up in the
locker). And it is also the language
through which we address one another: where ‘how did you sleep?’ really means
how many times did you get up in the night, and ‘how are you feeling?’ equates
to ‘is it solid?’
Even when not in lycra it is possible to spot us as
cyclists, from the ridiculous tanlines (not just on the lower arms and legs,
but also the white feet and hands (except for the top of our fingers which
catch the sun from our fingerless gloves and looks like we have dipped our
fingers in syrup).
Whilst these days we are feeling largely healthy, it hasn’t
all be plain sailing and whilst many of our ailments have been bike related,
not all have, but they still need treating to keep us ticking over. Some of the long list include: bruises and
grazing from several falls off the bike; heatstroke; carpal tunnel syndrome
(loss of feeling in two fingers for several weeks); multiple bouts of diarrhoea;
vomiting; trapped wind; ear ache; fever; repetitive strain injury on wrists
from off-road downhill; sunburn on scalp (through the helmet); cuts from
falling over like small children and opening beer bottles.
It is amazing how the physical nature of the challenge boils
our bodies down to their most basic functions – a lot of the time, we do feel
like simple machines, with food going in one end, and leg motion coming out the
other. It has been wonderful walking into restaurants and seeing the
expressions on waiter’s faces as we, a bunch of scrawny white people, order
starters, two mains each, ice cream and repeatedly ask for the bread basket to
be topped up. However, we are already starting to worry about how to shrink
these gluttonous feasts down to American portion sizes and then back to the
diet of a regular person. This is going to take some doing…
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