Saturday Club bike ride 54 miles. ( winter bike)
I was a bit concerned about how I would do today having not ridden more than 25 miles on the road over the Christmas period and best part of 3 weeks. I have been doing my turbo sessions and circuits so I haven't been idle. Plus, Tuesdays club session was a doozy, I kicked it and some of the senior hands said I trained well. I did consider dropping down a group to the B+ , but I decided to take the pain of my group, the Intermediates , and endure the faster pace. However, I decided that I probably would back off from the race home. Strangely, the sun was shining as I rode the 5 miles to the meeting point, incredible! This was the main topic of conversation at the meet before we set off. That and what gizmos people had got for Xmas. Our leader for the ride( they have the route planned and pre arrange with the cafe to expect us.) was Miranda, the lady that was knocked off her bike by a car on of the last rides I took part in. She still has a very sore finger from the dislocation, how lucky is she? Our route was to go out from Marden , through the back lanes towards Goudhurst , take in a couple of hills then work our way back towards Staplehurst, Frittenden and out to Headcorn Aerodrome for our cafe stop (approx26 miles) then pick up the pace on the homeward leg as usual.
We all noticed that it took us a while to get our bodies into the groove, staying in the small ring and spinning at about 90 cadence to get warmed up. Then the first of the hills, another reminder that I should have been mindful of what I was stuffing down my neck at Xmas. I'm sure I felt my Xmas belly knocking on my knees when I went into the drop handles! Although it was only about 6 or 7 degrees I could feel the sweat soaking into my base layer and skull cap. A strange phenomena, freezing hot I like to call it.
The second hill was bit better and I found myself at the front , panting hard and being egged in by Ian to lead everyone up. A shout behind me " it's only pain" and I shouted back " pain is weakness leaving the body". We regrouped at the top , took the opportunity for a drink and then were led off at a quicker pace by Miranda. The ride to the aerodrome was very pleasant considering the recent flooding, these local lanes were under water a week ago and the roads full of debris. Now they had cleared and the sun was beaming. We had our brekkie while watching ordinary people( ordinary? More like mad) getting ready to do parachute jumps, we watched them line up and board their plane whilst their families and friends observed from a distance. Sod that. 2 egg on brown toast ( no fry lite and could I taste the difference!) a cup of coffee and a sugar, followed by half an oat bar. I refilled my bottle with a proper sports energy sachet.
Miranda must of had 3 weetabix, she set off at quite a pace, consistent enough to drop 2 riders quite early on. We waited at a junction , no sign , so one of the group retraced the route back to find them. Still no sign , so Miranda's husband decided to wait for the guy who went back. We set off again. The pace was ramping up and the social chit chat was dying down. We were in a line, singled out, moving along at a steady 16 mph for about 4 miles. Phil took the lead for most of it, I took over to give him a rest with Miranda tucked in 3rd. I was already thinking ahead, we would regroup at a junction at Staplehurst and then the hard run home would really get going. We swung into Pinnock Lane towards Marden, Phil hit the front again, I tucked in, Miranda, then Del, Ralph... About 6 of us in a train. I took the lead to give Phil a rest again. I kept my eye on the speed, a steady 16 mph, I was very mindful that I did not want to be leading through Marden Thorne , passed the Derelict Wild Duck pub. That stretch is a killer with an incline. The last time I rode that route Del and Phil had to nurse me home , when I was not feeling well before Xmas. A right turn and I dropped a gear and raised the pace again, 18/19 mph I shouted to Phil "are we all in" and he confirmed that we were.
We approached a a junction with a left, I changed down a gear, checked for cars at the junction, called "clear" and put another effort in. We were on the dreaded stretch by the Wild Duck pub! Phil came by me. I could see shadows behind me and decided that I wouldn't drop back for a rest and stayed on Phil's wheel. He flicked his elbow out for me to come through again, so soon! I went by him, still doing 14,15 mph up the slope. I thought about my club training, keep the cadence at about 90 to 100 and dropped into an easier gear to save my legs. Come one! I did a check on the shadows, only Phil. Phil shouted encouragement, " you are going strong, keep it up, I couldn't do what you're doing,you are pulling me along."
I needed Phil's help with the last couple of miles. We both knew that Del was powerful and would jump us as we came into Marden , for the sprint to the "finish line" which was the 30 mph signs as you enter the village. With this thought in mind I dug deeper and kept the rhythm up the slope. A right turn, change up to an easier gear and blast off. Phil still encouraging me and he confirms his thoughts about trying to put distance between us and Del.and I shout back " how are we doing?" Phil replies " we've dropped them, we must be half a mile ahead keep it going" and so I did.Phil came by to take another turn. Then I took over again and the 30 mph signs were ahead. We didn't need to sprint to the end, no one was anywhere to be seen!
Well made up. First ride of the year, Phil and I blew them away. We all met up in the library car park and chewed theft for a few minutes , thanked our leader for a brilliant ride and asked her how she organised the weather.
The ride home felt good. I cleaned my bike down in the patio, then it was my turn. A soak in the bath. Now to be half man half settee and watch rugby. Well, I've earned it? Mrs Quins is out , hehehehe.