The problem with cycling is- if your bike works you have no one to blame except your own determination. 4 days in the saddle and a total of 303.78 miles (not including the 4 miles when I went the wrong way) required every ounce of willpower I had. The support truck haunted me in my dreams, I could feeling creeping up on me, willing me take a ride. The glory of arrival was quickly overshadowed by swathes of relief and then acute fear whilst cycling through the streets of Paris to the hotel after 2 glasses of champagne. Everyone was brilliant but the other cyclists doing it for EJF were a truly heroic set of lairy women who all deserved the capes they cycled across the finish with. A group of interesting, motivated and lovely people all trying to raise awareness of sustainable fashion and encourage us to examine the choices we all make. Girl Power... Woop woop.
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