I have just done something silly ....
This morning, I got home earlier than expected from my part-time job and thought 'what the heck' and stuck the aero bars on the #1 bike. As I did so, I ate a couple of large slices of flapjack and prepared a bottle of energy drink and one of plain water.
I did about three miles of warm-up and then put the hammer down - straight into the teeth of quite a headwind.
At about 25 miles the dopamine rush kicked in and the ride became, if not truly enjoyable, at little easier to bear.
At about 33 miles I became conscious of the fact that I was probably a little spaced-out and becoming a little reckless.
At exactly 40 miles, I stopped, rammed the single slice of flapjack I'd brought with me down my throat, finished off the remains of my one energy drink and the water.
At about 2 miles into my recovery ride home I bonked - big time. I figure if this had happened while I'd been pushing, I'd probably would have crashed.
I have spent most of the afternoon kipping on a swing seat in the garden.
For someone who endeavours to try not to do stupid things, I achieved exactly that, today. But the positives? While it is extremely doubtful whether I'd attempt a solo 100 miles at those sort of speeds (even with far better preparation), and I'm learning that this sort of pushing the limits probably has a limited amount of enjoyment for me, I'd still be up for attempting it with a few people to occasionally rest behind if the opportunity arises.
My time, today? 2hrs exactly.
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