The first week completed.
I have finished the first week of my 2.6 miles for 26 days challenge raising money for Bourne End Junior Sports Club. The 2.6-mile daily target adds up to 18.2 miles. A few miles have been accidentally added to this daily total. This is not because it’s been too easy, far from it. I think it is because I get into it, focused.
If alone, always listen to great music as I go and don’t check the Strava distance counter as often. It’s just a pain to keep stopping to dig my personal tracking device out of my pocket. Remove a glove off to activate the gadget and look how far I have travelled. I can’t figure out how to switch on the distance marker announcement. If accompanied by someone, checking the distance becomes a distraction from the pace we’re moving along at.
The paths where I live lay on a challenge. Along with the roadworks and cars parked on the paths along my road that need negotiating, the paths are not flat. Maintenance hole covers pultrude out of the undulating tarmac along with potholes and cracks. These create a hazard for wheelchair front casters to get caught. The road is only slightly better. They would be. Pedestrians don’t pay path-tax! After visiting the London suburb of Harrow yesterday for my daily push with a mate, I noticed the paths seem to be in a lot better condition.
A quick stint down the A40
The invite to Harrow came from an ex-work colleague who also plays wheelchair rugby. We arranged this for a post covid catch up, and to do some fitness together. The push around Harrow was a nice change. Uneven blister slabs at pedestrian crossings, adverse camber on paths and slightly rough terrain added new challenges in different scenarios. There are no cars parked on any paths. All automobiles are parked on pathed front gardens and marked spaces in the road. Well done, the residence of Harrow, for keeping the paths clear and useable. Maybe other places could learn from you?
And home again
The route taken today around my homestead was a slightly different one. Some roads were unavoidably the same roads I use, which is unavoidable; it’s a small village – although apparently the longest in Buckinghamshire. Taking on the top of Treadaway Hill needed just a little effort and got my shoulders aching a tad. At the top, ducking around some side roads, they are quiet. There is a little cut through that’s gravel that I take on. Moving through the stones keeping mostly on my rear wheels to avoid my front casters getting grounded. Making it through the mass of shingle and back rolling on the tarmac again, the different surface is a pleasure to roll along, and the parked cars, potholes and oscillating path seem of little significance now. Although the struggle is real, continuous and never forgiving,
And a big thank you
And lastly, thanks for all the support so far. In sponsorship and those who have accompanied when taking on the distance.