Sleep is like a fuel that keeps you until the moment of departure.
Sleep is important. People often think vacations are supposed to be relaxing and a way to wind down. No way! At least not for our group. First of all, it’s a fight between the mind and the body to see who comes out on top.
Furthermore, generally, I am a night owl, whose 24-hour existence includes 6 hours of sleep. It’s not normal for a human body, but I don’t know any other way. I always look forward to trips like this. I love it when my extreme fatigue will guide me into sweet slumber at the end of a hard day’s pedaling. Not only is this extreme exertion the antidote to my everyday city life, but also the pill that puts me to satisfyingly deep sleep. The anticipation of these adventures is like a fuel that keeps you pumped up until the moment of departure.
Finally falling asleep ( really deep sleep ) after a long day is my reward for going through so much adversity, emotional and physical. In such moments, the place or time is not important, even if I collapse in front of people 🙂 Have you ever achieved such a state? To listen to the rhythm of your body, feel its deepest needs. When you pedal and you know it’s over and you can’t go on anymore …
In addition, sleeping outdoors has no equal, especially in the morning. Sleep during sunrise. Priceless moments like this, huddled in a sleeping bag, cannot be experienced in the city. The feeling of your warm breath kissing the cold outside air and freezing instantly.
The critical energy-debt stage
There are moments when hunger and fatigue reach such levels that the body’s senses actually heightened. My body has its own way of warning me. It does so by turning my vision cloudy and throwing flashing lights. My hands begin to sweat and I feel my core temperature fluctuating from cold to hot. This is when I know I have entered the critical energy-debt stage. I have to go to sleep. I have one last push left in me before I literally fall off the bike. Everyone falls off sooner or later, but the wise ones accept their limits and get off the bike at the right moment.
This happens to me on every trip. I think the doctor’s diagnosis would be that I am heading towards exhaustion… but that’s just his theory.
I think that in such moments I feel the world with every cell of my body. When
I am tired of pedaling for several hours in difficult terrain, after a few days; When I am out of breath and my muscles scream „give up!” it is in such moments that I know I’m alive! To feel means to live. The more you feel, the more you live – somehow it will work out;) …