Toks, to make your day, it was bad. I got to the bottom of Crockham hill and basically my legs said, nope. I was in the small ring and on the biggest cog I could find and still out of the saddle or in it I was dying.
I crawled to Westerham where the others had kindly waited outside the cafe for me to turn up. In fact I took so long I actually thought they had finished there tea and coffee and were about to head off. Thankfully we went in and spent a good 45mins to an hour eating toast and drinking coffee and tea. I then headed back to EG back over Crockham again and the others headed back towards Croydon.
Ah well, not racing season yet, hopefully by then eveyone else will have slowed down and I will have sped up. Hmmm, wishful thinking.
Cheers
Marek.....