1615 miles cycled, another 54 today 1669 total.
Wasn't sure if I was going to ride today after feeling rough all week. Pushed myself out of bed, put layers on and got out the door. A big group, 20 of us today, so we had to split into 2 x 10 to consider other road users. Some hills on the way out, heading for the garden centre at Tenterden. I deffo didn't feel 100% so I made a pact with myself no to push it.
It was difficult to find what to wear too. About 3-4 degrees with bright sunshine. I wore a long sleeve skin base layer, a very thin long sleeve Lidl cycling top, then short sleeve club top , bib shirts, longs over the top of the shirts then long sleeve club top and a heavy merino wool zip neck sweater, 1 pair thin cycling socks, , 1 pair long shooting socks under the long legging, 3 mm neoprene overshoes over cycling shoes . Feet were cold in parts of the ride. I used a thin pair if running gloves inside an old pair of next leather gloves. Hands were fine. A bit of a retro look but it wasn't too bad, I looked like an 70s classic Italian rider , nice! It was a very pleasant run out, beautiful country lanes and scenery, it made a change to going flat out.
Scrambled egg on toast, always disappointing to have eggs that are almost white as my hens lay free range and the yolks are bright yellowy orange. Still, it hit the spot.
Then as we were about to leave one of our ladies couldn't find her bike computer , a garmin Edge 705. That might not mean much to you,but I've been researching these bits of kit and they cost £250-300 plus, new. She bought it new! I helped her retrace her steps back to the cafe, no one had handed it in.... She was sure that she had put it inside her bike helmet with her gloves. I could see she was really disappointed. I Took her back to where her bike was. She and others had already looked around the area of her bike and in the bushes. I searched the bushes near where she leant her bike..... I found it laying face down, very difficult to see., but I got really stuck in and it paid off.She was very pleased, I claimed my peck on the cheek and set off for the home leg.
The pace picked up as usual and I had forgot about my agreement with myself not to get involved with a burn up... The next thing I know I'm in the front three as we head past the award winning Raja of Kent Curry house, I looked over my shoulder and couldn't see anyone behind, the front two were zooming off. I kept my sights on them and kept looking back having slowed to a stand still, I was waiting for a fluorescent jacket to come round the bend, nothing. It was obvious that the rest of the pack had taken the sharp right, tiny lane, next to the Raja. I managed to call the other two back and we retraced our steps at a flying pace. The other two caught up with me at a junction, still no sign of the pack. We agreed to work together, take it in turns at the front and were convinced we could haul them back.
Off we set, Phil in the lead, Del then me. 2 minutes in and catastrophe , Del gets a puncture! We stop on the tiny lane , good job I stayed with them , I was the only one carrying a tiny pump, Del would not have made it back easily ! A quick change of inner tube and we got on our way again. I took the lead, 19, 21 mph , sweating, , nose running, gasping, Del took the lead , Phil goes by me, we were working really well. Round a bend to be confronted by a pony and foal In the middle of the lane. We stopped, the foal was feeding from the mother, the mother had blue twine on and in its mouth, tell take signs of the way travellers tether their horses. Poor thing, not only did it have a foal at heel but it was in foal too, swollen belly and flanks. I tried to approach it to get a grip of the twine to move it off the road but the foal was skittish and the mother protective. I didn't want to spook it and have a panicked, pregnant nacre running free on the lane into God knows what could be coming round the bend. All we succeeded in doing was herd them up and down the road About 5 minutes later a farmer in a 4x4 came along, I flagged him down, asked if he knew where they were from, he confirmed that they were the gypsies ponies back along the lane and he would let them know. My 3 rd good deed of the day. We got back to work, but I was flagging. By the time we hit the roads where we normally really ramp it up , I was fading. Pain in my back, legs, everywhere. I really was off the pace and let the lads know. We made our way back at a slower pace , but it still averaged out .15.2 mph, not too shabby considering how rough I had been feeling. The 5 mile ride home was slower, I was knackered.
A coffee, some home made Dundee cake were hitting the spot. All I needed was a hot bath and to watch the England v New Zealand rugby league semi. If England could overcome the odds and beat NZ they would be in the a World Cup a Final , my eldest daughter has tickets for it at Old Trafford next week! While I ran the bath , that was burning my fingers, England took a lead 18-14 against the current World Champions! It was on! 10 minutes to go. I jumped in the bath, toes stinging with the heat. The rest of my body whining, not satisfied with the luke warm water! I was peed off, but the excitement of the footy was taking my mind off the negative hot water situation. NZ attacked the England line , set after set , England repelled the tattooed Maori warriors. 5 minutes left and NZ had an attacking move down the left wing with 4 tackles to go, they went wide early and made a long pass to the winger, the ball flew over his head into touch. That was it, a scrum to England with just 3 minutes on the clock to play out 6 tackles deep into the NZ half. Game over, World Cup Final for England, and my daughter would be there to,possibly witness history in the making.
England played out their tackles with 1 minute on the clock for NZ to attack. That's what they did, they pumped it up the middle with big carries by the likes of their superstar Sonny Bill Williams. Another off load and the England defence, with 30 seconds remaining, made a high tackle and gave away a penalty. This meant. 6 more plays for NZ who had encroached into scoring territory. They tapped, went left. The England skipper Kevin Sinfield darted out of the defensive line to shut down the NZ half back before he could turn on his magic. The NZ half back stepped inside Sinfield jinked again and ran the ball into the try zone, he had just worked the best magic trick of his career so far. No time left on the clock, the hooter had sounded. 18 all with the conversion to come. It wasn't a difficult kick, less than 25 metres, slightly to the left of the posts. Easy. Unless you let the pressure of kicking your team into the World Cup final get to you. They young NZ half back placed the ball meticulously on the kicking tee, amid the boos of the 60,000 or so a England supporters. Stepped back, made his run up and planted the ball between the uprights. GUTTED! Watch the news, watch a replay, feel for those England players, covered in blood who gave everything today, I felt lime weeping for them and my daughter who will now be going to with a Southern Hemisphere final between Australia and NZ.
Ah well.