It was beautiful and sunny and about 26 degrees. Our route was quite hilly and Kelli and I started to lose steam after 3 hours of up and down at our picnic spot in Bridgetown. We shared half a peanut butter sandwhich and an apple each and after chatting with one of our fellow cyclists, decided to soldier on. Ed, the gentleman who drives the support vehicle had been keeping all of us supplied with fresh water in the blazing heat. We headed out onto the second half of the trek, both of us feeling nauseous Nd worried that we wouldn't make it, when out of nowhere apeared Gary our tour leader an experienced cyclist and a man of few words. We began to follow him and we notice how much he glided, both going up and how the hills. He didn't attack the hills, running at them aggressively at top speed as we type As tend to do, but rather glided into and sometimes even up them for short strides. He built in breaks for his muscles during these periods of gliding. He said that he gets what's owing to him on the downhills. So we followed and copied him. Before we knew it we were gliding into the hills and slowly but surely (in low gear) making it to the top of each hill. Before we knew it we were done and hanging out at our only non camping accommodation in Beudenell. We learned that cycling can be a great metaphor for life and that we need to tKe the time to glide and enjoy the scenery!
This morning we woke up in real beds -- what a treat and we are going to have breakfast here at the resort before we rejoin the group at Panmure Island this afternoon. We have a leisurely start to our day today as the grocery store does not open until twelve. We are feeling quite pampered.
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