I took 200mg of ibuprofen for a few mornings and that settled it. My right knee got sore, in a way that hurt most when unclipping from pedals, so I think I twisted it at some point when reaching back to get something out of the panniers. My bike worked great - no punctures, nothing replaced, and only the seat ever needed any adjustment. I arrived at anything between 3pm and 7pm. In the end, I averaged 12.1 mph whilst riding, but with lunches and breaks and navigation it was 8.3mph overall. Crazy psychological trick, but it works well. And it saw me pulling into the side of the road countless times to let approaching traffic past if I didn't like the look of the road ahead. It saw me stop and take the time to put on warmer clothes rather than push on and risk making bad judgements from cold. It saw me stop for food when my instinct was to press on. Now think, what would you want them to do in that situation? Good advice indeed. If you get into that situation, you should imagine that it's not you there, but instead, your daughter or son is there instead. A psychologist told one of the racers: when you get tired or frustrated, it's easy to become a danger to yourself.
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Probably the best bit of advice I heard before I left was from a TV documentary following some people doing an extreme race to the pole. Sounds dumb, but that's what kept me going at points when my brain was telling me that it was too steep, too far. To climb a big hill, you first have to pedal up the nearest bit of it. If you're tired and still have 20 miles to go, you need to first cycle the next 5 miles and then worry about the rest once you've done that. To get to your goal, you just need to keep overcoming the challenges until there are none left. Having decided to get from A to B, you get faced with a big sequence of mini challenges to overcome. If anything, a kind of stubbornness has been the most important attribute on this trip. But equally, days pass and life goes on and I'd always rather look forward to the next thing than try to keep hold of past times. Today was a good day for cycling, and I enjoyed it. In a way, because the final destination is so nothingy, it makes you appreciate the journey as the main thing rather than the end point. I've been in a really regular routine for the last two weeks. Kinda wierd to think how different tomorrow will be. But I guess everyone gets funnelled onto the one road just before the end. In the whole ride, I only passed one person heading north, and wasn't passed by anyone. I find it strange that these folk must've been just behind me on the road for the last few days, yet I never saw them. We passed about 7 LEJOG cyclists still struggling against the wind on their way to the end. He had a bike rack - what a clever idea - and soon I was whizzing past landmarks in reverse order back towards Wick. I phoned home, phoned for a taxi to get me back to Wick, got photo taken and had just settled down to a celebratory cup of tea when the taxi turned up. I'm glad I'd been there before in the car - I wasn't harboring any high expectations! There's a closed hotel, a cafe, the sign post, a few tourist shops, one other unsociable cyclist and a lot of motorbikers.
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The run in to John o' Groats goes on forever and it's a pretty nothingy place to be honest. :) The last 16 miles were hard work, with a stiff wind coming from the side and front, and a couple of hills to add to the fun. Heh, I've had this photo ready since about day 5.