Day 6

I think I am finally starting to understand why so many people are crazy about cycling - I used to watch these folk on the roads, up the mountains and in the forest cycling like mad, and wonder why on earth anyone, used to their creature comforts, would want to put themselves through such and unpleasant ordeal! Well this weekend my husband and I did two early morning 15-20 kilometre rides and much to my surprise it was great. We set off early in the morning just as the farm life around Worcester was waking up and other than a few hungover farm labourers, we were the only people on the road. The sun had just risen and the air was still fresh with the mixed smells of grapes and livestock, it really made me  feel alive and exhilarated! I'm not going to make out that its all peaches and cream quite yet - I still haven't acquired the taste for a mouthful of  bugs or gotten used to the feeling of a saddle up my butt, but I think this will come with time (actually it feels like the saddle is STILL up my butt!). I asked my husband if there wasn't some type of mask or filter that you could wear over your mouth and he looked at me incredulously and said he wouldn't dignify that with and answer so I take it that there isn't - I'm still surprised nobody has thought of it though. The other thing I was scowled at for was enquiring if there weren't  more comfortable saddles to be had - I clearly still have a lot to learn about this sport but judging by the pain in my thighs I think this can only be good for my quest in transformation.

While I was writing my blog yesterday outside our tent I had several of the Grade Two parents asking what I was doing and for the first time I can remember I felt very shy and vulnerable, I was embarrassed to talk about my endeavours and I still cant figure out why? I just kind of sat there and giggled foolishly which is so unlike me, normally I'm too honest and outspoken, sometimes at the expense of other peoples feelings, so why is this getting to me. Maybe its the first time I'm letting my insecurities be known, or maybe I'm just terrified of failing so publicly. I don't know but it was a very strange experience for me, perhaps having these feelings of insecurity are part of the process of getting in touch with the real me again so that I can emerge stronger and healthier in body and soul - bear me out on spirituality, after all it is Sunday! x