Wow, it seems the shorter days always end up being the hardest.
I'm sure it's just psycological. You let yourself believe its going to be easy then the shock of actually riding 50 miles sets in.
Today was really tough. The wind was strong and it sapped any energy and happiness I had. I will leave it at that. I don't want this blog to end up being continuous moaning about the wind.
The good thing about today was that I was finished by 1pm giving me plenty of time to chill.
I went and had lunch, sat in a reclining chair, fell asleep, woke up and then went for dinner. Rock and Roll.
After dinner in the local bar grill I got talking to a great (Bartender and) family from Texas who had travelled to Kansas on a bit of a road trip.
The group consisted of the parents and 6 children and young adults. They were all great people and interrogated me for a couple of hours; where I had been? had I met the Queen? what sports did I like? can I rate their English accents?
I tried to turn the tables and interrogate them but they were too strong for me.
They even sang for me! I can confirm they were very good. I felt like Simon Cowell.
It was lucky I had a mid day sleep before hand otherwise I wouldn't have kept up with them all.
They took a photo of us all which I will add when they email it over but I should have taken one myself.
It was an uplifting end to a difficult day.