OMG what a day
. I've never been so tired. After racing tues and thursday, and then today's ride, my body said it had had enough by the time I got home. I got in the front door and crashed on the bed, I just needed to sleep.
Running slightly late, I turned up at CSS with no one there. A man told me the group had left 2 mins earlier, so I set off to chase them down. Chase no.1
. Riding that hard, that early, is no good for me, and my legs were shot by the time I caught the group. After seemingly riding backwards up the first climb, I decided to turn back but was talked out of it, thankfully
. Nearing Turners hill, I started to feel better and so enjoyed the run in to Brighton.
After spag bol and coke, 6 of us left the restaurant for a brisk ride home. Unfortunately for me Mark and Rich, Sylv Stu and George were just too quick, leaving us trailing not long out of Brighton. The three of us told them to go on, but Stu stayed back with us to join the next group through, leaving Sylv and George to beat each other up all the way home.
Monty's group came through shortly after and we jumped in. On the run up to Devils Dyke, the group got strung out. I was toward the back enjoying a nice easy spin up the climb, thinking everyone would regroup the other side. Oh how wrong
. Unbeknown to me, George and Sylv had waited somewhere for the group, and now, the 15 or so riders up ahead were getting dragged along at warp speeds. I'm still thinking I'll catch them down the otherside of DD. So, chase no.2
I was confused
. On the Dyke, the riders ahead of me were only just up the road. I'm now chasing like a mad man riding for his life but I cant see anyone, at all, no one. Around every bend I expected to see the group in sight, but no matter how hard I rode, I saw no one. Mile after mile, nothing, they must have taken a wrong turn or something. But then finally after riding flat out solo from DD to nearly Handcross, I caught the tail end of the group, who then told me what had happened, it all became clear.
I felt ready to drop, but George and co had stopped up ahead, I was given a gel and an energy bar (thanks guys
), and we were off again. We got to Rusper, refuelled and had 10 mins sit down ready for the final battle to get home. Somehow this gave me a boost, my legs came back to life, I felt good. We pretty much hammered it back from there, shelling riders all over the place. The good feeling didn't last though, with my legs finally giving up on the climb out of Reigate. Mark was in the same boat as me, and once S,S 'n G had blasted off up the Merstham drag, we were more than happy to pootle home at a more sedate pace
Great day
Steve