This morning I knew that today was going to be a long day and I was feeling really positive. The weather was great, the scenery was great and I was off in to Champagne country. However it has been a day of extreme highs and extreme lows. The weather turned, the scenery remained great. But with 12 miles to go I started to get cramp in my calf like I have never experienced before, which after another 6 miles like this turned in to complete agony, fighting back the tears and just doing anything I could to get to Chalons-en-champagne to assess the damage.
I hadn't anticipated needing to use a contingency day so early, but it is really essential as I am getting to the point where walking is becoming an issue. I have over 900 miles to Rome and at this moment in time I will be incredibly surprised if I can make it. I feel so deflated. I don't think words can quite express the rollercoaster of going from feeling determined this morning to complete bottom and feeling defeated this evening.