It had to happen eventually: an injury on an End to End. Twenty-odd miles out of Aarhus I realised that my sore ankle tendon was getting worse. So bad that I decided to get the train for the remainder of today’s route: there was no way I’d make another fifty miles without further damage. My Achilles heel, it seems, is my Achilles heel.
And it had all been going so well: a super bike path west out of Aarhus, along lakes and through woods, in nice sunny weather at last, with lots of other cyclists both sporty and leisurey, to give the whole thing a sociable feel.
Nigel was fine, and he cycled on while I took the train from Silkeborg to Vinderup, only 7km from our camping cabin in Sevel. It was, he reported, a splendid route: some excellent smooth surfaces on barely-trafficked roads through forests and across bright green farmland.
I, meanwhile, was limping round the cabin in some discomfort, battling a militant tendoncy. At least the pasta dinner and bottle of wine I’d provisioned from the supermarket in Vinderup helped soothe things a bit. But it was very disappointing to get only partial value out of what would have been a super cycling day.
Miles today: 76 (me 30)
Miles since Padborg: 278 (me 232)