Well, this was annoying.
Made good time, had 28kph on the first half. I'm going back and headwind starts. First medium and then stronger and stronger. First I couldn't get to 25kph anymore even downhill, then not even 20. On my last 15km I had to fight not to be blown off the road. My power reserves were fine, I was eating properly and I had enough water. Whenever I caught a rare wind pocket I could easily go past 30kph. The weather was great, not too hot, no rain to see, just some Big Fat FUCK YOU wind in my face. In the end I wasn't even physically or mentally drained, it was just boring and meh to be held back so much by the wind.
At least I have a new record. Fastest 40k at 1:24 hours.
Here's some pictures.
Really nice morning. Not too hot.
First eating break after 50km.
Took "Cross Country" literal and went to Poland over the border.
Here I am thinking about all my life choices that brought me to this point.
If you demand respect or gratitude for your volunteer work, you're doing volunteering wrong.
