Somebody get me a Doctor. Man that hurt!
The night before I stayed at a mates place near Bolney and Mrs Snoop agreed to do a bottle swap for me at the Bolney turn (67m). I did my sums and reckoned that given I was just back from a 3 week holiday an average speed of around 17.5mph was sustainable for 100m. I fitted some tri bars to me bike for the first time - how would I get on with those...?
In the morning my mate Curly drove me to the HQ where I got good luck from Rob, Rich and Joyce and then on to the start. I was off at 6.02, grey sky and a light drizzle. Rich advised me against a mac and so I went for arm warmers instead. Keep it steady was the advice ringing in my head.
Off I went into the part of the course I had some knowledge of. The first 60 miles is a 30 mile loop done twice (hey great maths there) and I was feeling pretty good throughout this part. I kept to a rigorous drinking and eating regime courtesy of Rich (drinking) and Pearsons (eating). Rob caught me after 40 minutes and gave me a good shout (we passed each other a few more times and he kept up the support) My average speed was 18.4mph after 60 miles. This was more than I had anticipated but I felt fine (although a bit achy by now) and so I didn't worry. Tri bars and me getting on pretty good.
I pushed on to Bolney where I took on new bottles. Being a novice I had to stop and dump the empties. My ave. speed had notched up to 18.5, Mrs Snoop said I was looking good
. I carried on. I heard a small twang. That was the first psychological string snapping in my head. As I headed off I felt a strong urge to call it a day and head back with Mrs Snoop
. Weird. Anyway on I went.
Hereafter it all started to drift apart somewhat. The terrain became pretty lumpy and like Mike said earlier the wind seemed to vary a lot. Keith Coffey came rocketing past me at about 72 miles and gave me the loudest shout I got all day. He passed me again a few miles later and was even louder, Cheers
!!
At about 80 miles I could no longer reach down to the drops or the tri bars. Another string snapped in my head. I was feeling a lot of pain across my shoulders, in my neck and down my back. Oh yeah, and my feet, legs and arms were hurting too
. I got loads of encouragement from marshals, helpers and other riders. I guess the number on my back relative to my time showed I was struggling along
. Average speed dropped to 18.1mph.
They really make you suffer on this course. You have to pass the finish line with 15 miles still remaining, yup that broke another string. This last 15 miles is mainly country lanes and lumpy roads and it was just awful. Tamar scooted past and I got another big shout. I was cooked by now my neck was so stiff I couldn't find any comfort on this damned bike and I sooooo felt like getting off. No way josé, I'm gonna finish!
Any remaining strings snapped and I got through the last 10 miles by thinking about the bunny sticker that my daughter Keira lovingly applied to my seat post a couple of years ago (what!!!???). When ever there was even a hint of downhill I pushed as hard as I could (I remembered that when doing the maths I'd worked out that 18.2mph would put me on the 5.30 mark). I don't know where I found the energy but I managed to force my ave speed back up to 18.2 and then, there it was, the finish line. For real this time.
I got out of the saddle for a final push and crashed over the line. Hoo bleedin ray I thought the pain will now subside. I've never been so wrong. I was in a state of shock. Tamar helped me off my bike and gave me a well done hug, and I got congrats from Keith. I was exploding with pain. I was with them for a minute and then crawled off to find some hot tea. I was in tears as I limped up to the HQ - I was completely and utterly spent and I just couldn't stop hurting.
Rich and Joyce helped me into a chair and I just sat there agonising whilst they talked to me, got me a cuppa and made sure I wasn't in imminent danger of death. Rob gave me a well done. The next five minutes were a blur of pain. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Keira, then Carole (aka Mrs Snoop) and my mate Curly who had dropped me off earlier. I slowly started to feel better and after finding out that I'd managed a 5.30.44 (way better than I had hoped for) I hobbled off to the car. We went out for a great big pub lunch - I drank 2 pints of Harvey's Bitter (he was none too happy!) and then collapsed.
The event was very well marshalled indeed and the support I got from everyone I'm sure helped me round. It's amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it and ye've a couple of screws loose in yer heed!!
Cheers - Snoop