Restless Day & then a Rest Day
Trip Start May 06, 2012
42Trip End Jun 26, 2012
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Unfortunately, the massage horrific. I am sure Joan is a lovely 50yr old lady but when I said push on through the pain, she more than obliged. My legs having been brutalised by their owner for near on a week were knarled, tender and stiff and Joan was there to tenderise them for me. Though she did do a good job, which I could tell by the fact that I could walk down stairs again without having to hold the railing, it was one of the most excruciatingly painful 90mins I care to remember and I don't think my whelps and squeals did anything to further either my or the people in receptions view of my courage and masculinity
Interestingly, Saturday was the first moment I had had to stop and think. Having decided on resigning, then deciding to cycle across the US again, then organising the trip and flying on the Friday to the debacle of the start with no maps and roads closed under snow, I didn't have any real time to stop and realise the enormity of my decision either to resign or to cycle so far again. Unfortunately I did have that time on Saturday and it was rather overwhelming - potentially not aided by Joan's penchant for pain inducement. The result was that I was pretty low - lower than I had been the day before, and then I had been on a bike! It rather ruined the day especially as I pressed on with the blog until about 4pm and realised I had also skipped breakfast and lunch which probably wasn't helping how I felt either.
After some revitalising food I realised that my day off had been anything but and so I decided, with the help of the amazing view that suggested an additional day of soaking in the mountain and lake from a soft seat rather than from a hard leather saddle, would be decadent but highly advisable. It would be the Lords Day of rest and I promised myself that rest I would!
The Sunday was much more successful
After catching up I had a delicious salad with a couple of lovely glasses of wine from a local winery, who had a tasting room in Sandpoint, I then enjoyed half a chicken at the town's rotisserie before dining back in my hotel that evening. I had read, relaxed and felt recharged to cycle the 90 plus miles to Libby the next day. What fun that wouldn't turn out to be........