Well I had to go to Greenock with work last week and when in Rome.......There were meetings,presentations,meals and drinks....yep definitely a few drinks.
So when I got back you can imagine the way I was looking forward to the last training ride of 40+ miles on Sunday.
I prepared by getting a good nights sleep Friday night followed by a 1st Birthday BBQ and (Adults) Party afterwards on the Saturday....Yep more drinks!!
Well Sunday morning came and fortunately the rain from the previous night had stopped so off I went ready to meet Rich,Jim and Sport. Dug was off climbing hills in Wales as is his wim and Mr Till was still going cold turkey off his Lemsip (although roomers abound that he may have fallen off the wagon).
The first 7 miles were fine I felt OK and my legs didn't feel too bad, then for some reason we had to climb a long slow hill............OH GOD!!! ..... why was I slowing ..... it felt like my brakes were on and I couldn't peddle through it ...... those nights in Greenock were coming back to bite me and the numerous bottles of Bud from the day before were having there revenge......I HAD NO ENERGY!!!!!!
What was I going to do it was less that a week away from a ride and my legs felt like lead, we got to the top and a short breather was needed, energy drink and sweats were taken in plentiful supply but I wasn't sure what was going on...... It was at that point that Sport pointed out that my rear tyre had been looking a little flat, so in a vain attempt to do anything that may help I pumped as hard as my little heart would allow.
5 mins later we were off again and to my amazement the lead in the legs was gone and I felt refreshed, partly because of the sugar I had just consumed but probably because now my tyres were going round rather than squashing all over the road.
Well we pushed on to a Ice cream place near Beaston were we had a lovely Ice and looked well out of place with the 100's of road racers that were there before pushing on to the Shady Oak where a beef buttie, Coke and chips hit the spot, after that we rode up past the wild boar and back round to Oulton Park before heading back to Sandyway (tour de France stylee moving along at 19-20 mph) and a refreshing pint in the Whitebarn.
Well I felt surprisingly good seeing I hadn't been out properly for over a week and this has helped to waylay any fears for the ride....don't get me wrong I don't think this is going to be anything other than a nightmare, and one of the hardest things I will have done in a very long time, but at least the rest of the lads who are doing it with me will be there to either follow up the hill or next to me slogging away.
So only 3 days to go, if I were to tell the truth I am a bit worried but also ..... I CAN'T WAIT!!!!
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