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- Location
- West Somerset
Yesterday's ride went on for a lot longer than anticipated, and the weather wasn't as friendly as predicted. In the end, still some 30 miles from home in the gloom of a rainy late afternoon on the last day of BST, sans lights, S and I decided to push on ahead of our better equipped comrades and get home before the last of the light vanished beyond the horizon.
We'd done the last hill of the day, so with nothing in front of us other than flat roads and some fantastic downhills, we made fantastic time, averaging fourteen point something over the last 25 miles.
I crawled into the house at six o'clock and spent an hour wallowing in the bath.
Waking up this morning for another club ride, I felt a bit tired but perfectly fine. It took a while to convince my rear end that it did want to make contact with the saddle but it soon saw sense and stopped whinging. The first mile or two were rough but I kept going at an easy pace, waiting for my muscles to warm up. By the time I got to the meeting point, I felt like I'd done a full ride and struggled to keep up the pace. Twenty minutes in, we did our first hill - though by no means the steepest on the planned route - and that finished me off.
I made my apologies and peeled off home, my tail well and truly between my legs.
I know this happens to everybody and it's an important lesson about what my body can and can't put up with, but I can't help but feel a bit crap about the whole thing.
Ho hum. Tea?
We'd done the last hill of the day, so with nothing in front of us other than flat roads and some fantastic downhills, we made fantastic time, averaging fourteen point something over the last 25 miles.
I crawled into the house at six o'clock and spent an hour wallowing in the bath.
Waking up this morning for another club ride, I felt a bit tired but perfectly fine. It took a while to convince my rear end that it did want to make contact with the saddle but it soon saw sense and stopped whinging. The first mile or two were rough but I kept going at an easy pace, waiting for my muscles to warm up. By the time I got to the meeting point, I felt like I'd done a full ride and struggled to keep up the pace. Twenty minutes in, we did our first hill - though by no means the steepest on the planned route - and that finished me off.
I made my apologies and peeled off home, my tail well and truly between my legs.
I know this happens to everybody and it's an important lesson about what my body can and can't put up with, but I can't help but feel a bit crap about the whole thing.
Ho hum. Tea?