I had yesterday and today off work. Today I mostly cycled! 0933 to 1830. I took a rain check for Saturday and we are forecast heavy rain, thunder and lightning. So what else to do other bring my ride forward a day. Last night I went out for my 5 mile run and it was really tough, felt really heavy in the legs so broke it down into intervals. So this morning I wondered if I woud make a 100 miles on the bike.
I planned a route from home to Bethersden then through Appledore, Lydd and onto Dungeness. 40 miles and I was in pain at my first coffee stop at 1230. Bakewell slice was lovely and after about 15 mins I set off from Dungeness , sun was out but with a keen wind that did its best to sap my morale. I was still sore, the new saddle just seems not to bed in. Through the lanes of Romney Marsh heading to my next stop at Hythe. Voices in my head started to come out of my mouth! I was in such trouble I had to coax myself along every mile. It was painful. No real cadence, just a mish mash of different speeds to alleviate the boredom of the unrelenting flat landscape. ( never thought I would moan about flat lanes!) The last 2 miles before my cafe stop at the Hythe Light Railway Station were miserable, probably comical if you could have heard me. The coffee was the best in the world , the egg salad baguette exquisite. I spent half an hour resting up and trying to bring myself to take on the next leg. 60 miles down, just the home run, which would be about 40.
I had stuck religiously to sipping my drinks every 15 to 20 mins, and at this stop I forgot to top one of bottles. No Garmin Edge 500 or 800 to show me the way or record my heart rate. I had my route hand written on some card and attached to my brake cables with clothes pegs ( old school....more like couldn't afford one). Off along the Royal Military Canal cycle path, nearly off road in parts, made me think of Paris - Roubaix , that must be hell on earth, bouncing up and down slippery cobbles. Remind me never to enter that. A couple of missed turns, tiredness , not concentrating made the winding lanes longer.
Thankfully the wind had abated and gave no trouble. A bit more mixed terrain near Ham Street and I was out of the flatlands. 85 miles on the clock and I got lost trying to find Bethersden. Eventually a sign, Bethersden 7.5 miles. It was an undulating lane, rough and bone shaking. I cursed myself for not keeping to the A road. I was running out of drink too and felt thirsty. I found Bethersden and was desperate to get to Smarden to buy a drink. I pushed on, heady speeds of 15,16 and 17 mph. I stopped at a pub and they kindly filled my bottle with water. A couple of dextrose tablets and off to Headorn. The 100 mile clocked over on a back lane and I managed to lift my self to hit 24 mph on a couple of the smoother roads. I made it home . 102 miles on the clock.
All so that I would miss the rain and be able to go to my mother in laws birthday party tomorrow afternoon. My legs are killing, I wonder why. Had a cold bath after, another first. Then filled my face with spag Bol and a can of Ruddles County. What a reward!
936 miles cycled another 102 , 1038 total .