Was a great ride today, nice to get out on some lanes that i didn't know existed! I was totally lost at times but it was great, with Paul T around there was no danger.
I didn't feel good from the moment i left my house. A whole day spent paint-blaiing yesterday had had its toll. Leaving me not wanting to get out of bed this morning. So i just made it to coulsdon in time to jump on the Tunnell Train as it was rolling out of the station.
So off we went and a combination of a hard weekend so far and a somewhat blustery wind meant that i was not particularly enjoying the ride at times. And when george came to the front, i actually half thought i want a puncture now to slow him down! Low and behold Richard did, great i thought. I don't think he was quite so amused! I even had to remind George that the Chip shop was open all day but i don't think he heard
So on to ditchling and i wasn't the slightest bit interested in fighting it out with George and Paul. So i just sat down and rode my own tempo. Which was enough to rid myself of Polish Andrew and claim the third spot on the Ditchling podium! It was stupidly windy and misty at the top mind. The decent was frought with danger and we were fighting the bikes to stay upright at times.
Onto the Prom and all i wanted was a bacon sandwich, but it was not to be unfortunately. So i settled for the old Flake 99 with my can of Lilt, totally tropical, which was more than could be said of the weather.
At times on the way back i was suffering big time, and Dominic is spot on when i suggested that the pace should lower a little otherwise i was going to drop off and do my own thing. Duly the pace was lowered to a little closer to what it was supposed to be. Thank God! By the time we got to Redhill, the heavens absolutely opened and i got a second wind as a result of desperation to get home! Luckily by merstham the rain had ceased, but the roads were still rather wet. Up the drag Paul T and Polish Andrew seemed to want to hammer it a little, (well it felt like it anyway) so i then hung back with richard, paced it over the top ready for a charge to get back on, on the way down. We did.
So at Coulsdon we went our ways and i duly slipped into the little ring and crawled home. The last 20miles seemed to go on forever!
Got home with 165.5km (103.25miles) under my belt. Easily my longest ride by about 20miles, managed to burn up almost 4500 calories, ouch. Anyway, my dinner is nearly ready, and boy its gonna go down well!!!
P.s don't expect much from me at Palace tomorow, i might be young but my recovery is not that good!