Day 40: The day off that wasn't (because they never are!)

Day 40: The Day Off That Wasn’t (Because They Never Are)

Ah, Day 39—a “non-wheeling” day, which in theory means rest, but in reality means radio interviews, laundry, kit chaos, and me talking into my phone like a madwoman to transcribe a blog I’m about five days behind on. Self-care, right?

I started off the day running on fumes, dragging two backpacks to morning interviews (with a smile, of course). Somehow managed to string coherent sentences together—miracles do happen. Then it was back to the glamorous life of washing clothes and trying not to drown in my own to-do list.

A surprising twist: The 'support' crew member, decided stay another night. The one who’s been itching to go home since -Day One. Maybe it’s the company? Or maybe she got home, saw the dishes, and thought, “Yeah, nope.” Either way, it was nice to catch up before heading to Chiefs for the evening.

Cue the social whirlwind: me, Cat, Theresa, Pam (who said she wouldn’t come, but did—social FOMO wins again). It was still so lovely to see everyone. Andy (BBC) snuck me in the back way for a full-on surprise Guard of Honour—clapping, cheering, the whole surreal package. Cue imposter syndrome: “Why are they doing this for me?”

These people are literal superheroes. I’m just here wheeling along, somehow landing in the middle of this magic.

Met loads of the new girls—turns out half of them already follow me, which was rather flattering. Jokes aside, it was heartwarming, and we had some great chats.

Lots of hugs were exchanged—so many hugs. Honestly, more from Susie than I’ve had ever. We had a proper chat, and she even asked me to speak at an event in November. Naturally, I said yes before she finished the sentence. I'd do anything for these girls. Auction my paintings for a fundraiser? You got it. Stand on a stage in a chicken costume? Don’t tempt me.

The evening ended feeling like coming home. Pure comfort.

Took my meds as soon as we got back to Karen’s—slow to kick in, unfortunately. Hit with fatigue and a dehydration headache that could rival a hangover without the party. Not ideal.

But tomorrow’s a big one—Nicky takes the reins for her first aid day. I’m now on Team 6 (how did that happen?). Honestly, I’m not worried. They’ve all been rockstars, and she’ll fit right in. The drivers and team at home have had the hardest deal - but have been the most amazing of all!

It’s the final countdown now. My last “day off” is done. The next one I take… I’ll be done done.

Mind = blown.

Off to dream of hydrated, headache-free adventures.

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