Cycling appears to be alive, well and thriving in Kent @ the moment. We shared sections of the course with two (2) other cycling events.
There was a hundred mile TT moving in the opposite direction to us and a charity bike ride moving in the same directions as the race, and all on sections that were run on single track roads. Needless to say things got a bit crowded on a couple of occasions and I felt sorry for the charity riders toiling along on their mountain bikes who had to suffer a crazed peloton sweeping round them.
The HQ was almost impossible to locate and so, having found it just before the start time I didn’t have the opportunity to warm-up and spent the first lap simply hanging on for dear life at the back.
With the wind was behind us on the initial half of the course which was pretty damn flat and so the bunch stretched out quite seriously as we hurtled along at easily 30 mph. From what I gather the winning break was away & gone within the first ten minutes.
On the return leg the wind was properly intense and things slowed up considerably. About two miles from the finish line there was a nasty old climb that enabled me to move up the bunch somewhat. | thne settled comfortably into the middle of the pack for the second lap which again was frantic when the wind was behind us, the bunch stretched out in a single pace-line hurtling along again, before bunching up on the return leg.
Having learnt from Thursday’s error I was far more careful about my gear selection going over the climb and as we began the run down to the start/ finish line I was surprised to find myself on the front.
Had a fine old-time mixing it up on the front, thru and offing, attacking and chasing down attacks but as we turned into the wind I decided discretion was the better part of valour and drifted gently back down the pack which had literally halved in size.
It was about then I realised that I probably shouldn’t have chased down Marek so enthusiastically on the club run on Saturday.
I was hoping I would recover as I sat on the back for the next two (2) laps but my legs were, frankly, in agony, I held on reasonably comfortably, which loads of others didn’t, but I had nothing much to spare.
Things slowed down considerably, into the wind, on the run up to the final climb and I snuck through the bunch to get a better position for the finsih. There were a couple of attacks that got caught quite quickly & then we hit the climb.
Initially I was doing quite well and made up some more places but as the gradient steepened the pain in my legs were excruciating, and more and more people started coming round me and then no-one else was coming past me and all I could see was the race going up the road.
I lost my temper at this point, gritted me teeth and tried not to whimper or cry out while I chased like mad, I started catching people towards the summit & then I was over the top & the bunch were about a hundred metres up the road with stragglers strung out behind them & legs screaming in agony &, no joke, tears in my eyes I chased for all I was worth & caught them
The last two miles to the finish were the longest and hardest I have ever experienced on a bike, what seemed like no distance an hour ago now seemed like a hundred miles and as others in front of me dropped off the back I had to keep digging deeper & deeper to make sure I didn’t lose contact.
& then finally, thank god, the finish line.
Quite surprised when I found out I was 25th as I thought I was a lot further back than that.
Edenbridge next week, hopefully I can do even better-except C-B-C the day before; d’oh!