Week 9 day 61 – Saturday 23rd May
- 25 minutes level 16 (bike 1)
- Max heart rate = 164
- Calories = 164 (total so far 20814)
- Distance covered = 5.96 miles
- Flatbed, dead lifts and abs
- Total distance so far = 780.11
I tried a repeat of level 16 today but failed at the last hill again – it’s like cycling through gravel – you lose momentum, feel the wobble and grind to a halt.
Meat Loaf were belting it out today but even Bat out of Hell couldn’t keep me going. I think it was more like Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad, and All Revved Up With No Place to Go!
Today, I’m leaving the Mendip Hills and heading further south west. My resting place is the village of Coxley. It looks like this would make a good base for exploring an area which is so often whizzed through on the long haul to Devon and Cornwall. And where better to spend a few nights than the magnificent Coxley House?
On the way, we pass Wookey Hole and its fascinating cave system, and it would certainly be worth spending some time in Wells, the smallest city in England. With its name deriving from the three wells within The Bishop’s Palace, it’s very compact, with cobbled streets, medieval architecture and a market square, The cathedral was built in 1176–1450 to replace an earlier church on the site since 705.
The Bishop’s Palace (and accompanying Bishop’s House) next to the cathedral dates back to 1210 and has been the home of the Bishops of the Diocese of Bath and Wells for 800 years.
The palace was originally surrounded by a medieval deer park. When the walls were built, streams were diverted to form the moat as a reservoir. In the 1820s, the grounds within the walls were planted and laid out as pleasure grounds. Parts of the buildings are still used as a residence by the current bishop, however much of the palace is now used for public functions and as a tourist attraction.
If you have been reading this blog from the start, you will know that, not only have mountains and hills featured significantly on the virtual journey, but Rosalind has been cycling on a very punishing hill programme on most of her cycling days.
With the impressive set of statistics at the start of each diary entry, you might be forgiven for thinking that she jumps out of bed every morning and onto the bike. However, apart from her headaches and at times sheer fatigue, there are days when either or both of us just don’t feel like doing very much at all – just because.
We both have days when every task has as much appeal as wading through treacle and motivation has flown out the window. One thing we have learnt, is to ‘go with the flow’ – it will pass.
These are strange circumstances for all of us and no one can be upbeat and in control every day. So, if you are having a great day, skip through the tasks and tick off the jobs. If not, be kind to yourself; do what you have to do and then take a break. Tomorrow is another day.
We came across this poem which we would like to share.