Weekend on 2 Wheels

Well, after my "weak as a kitten" ride last week, I spent a few hours on the turbo trainer since then to try to get some semblance of cycling back into my legs. It may be just me, but does time goes by more slowly on a turbo trainer than anywhere else?

Come Saturday morning, I was ready(ish) for a long weekend, and keen but apprehensive. I loaded my bottles with Zym and my pockets with bars and 4 of us headed out to Brighton on a wet and grey morning. It was just wet and grey everywhere, and within a short while I was wet through, from rain on the outside and sweat from the inside. I have yet to find a top that can keep rain out and let sweat out that will actually work for me - I think it might need a pump.

Entertainment came from the peculiar excretions of Paul's lycras. He was literally foaming from his rear!! Curry the night before? Snot wiped from his gloves? What could it be? I can only think that his shorts had not been rinsed sufficiently after washing, and the rain and exertion meant that the soap residue was foaming out. Hugely weird and a good topic for humour!

I am not a hill climber, being too heavy and not really succeeding in losing the extra weight, so Ditchling Beacon was a challenge in my mind. However, at a steady pace I made it up without reaching for the easiest gear. Then it was zoom into Brighton to see one of my sons, who at 10:30 on a Saturday was so fast asleep that he could not hear us pounding on the door and the window and ringing the bell! We never did get to see him!

On the way back home I was struggling and feeling nauseous. I think I have to watch out for what I put in my bottles, as I am obviously a bit sensitive to it. Ciaran gave me a carb drink which helped, but I really felt like stopping at Godalming, with arms and legs tingling, and getting light headed. Strangely after a few minutes (seemed like ages) it went, and although I was tired, I made it up the hills to home OK. We had managed some 108 miles in conditions that were not hugely conducive to cycling, but certainly could have been worse. I was totally soaked through.

Sunday was a 6am start! So I was up at 05:20 in time to have a bite to eat and make sure everything was ready for another long ride. This time I thought I would leave the waterproof at home, as it is great for visibility but I call it "boil in a bag" as even with zips open I still get wetter on the inside. So this time I took my A-Z top, which is great for cold days, but this was not to be a cold day! So I got wetter on the inside than the outside again.

Legs were tired, and I knew they would be, so today I put carb drink in my bottles. Oops again - this was too sweet and I got sick of it. At about half way, when Ciaran was doing up his bottle cage and Iain was tightening his loose handlebars (!!!) I mentioned bacon sandwiches. I could have murdered something savoury after carb drink and energy bars. Eventually we stopped in Slough at a Polish Delicatessen run by Indians (!!) and bought some plain water and some salty cashews. Aaah, nothing better on a Sunday morning than a bag of salty nuts.

After the fresh plain H2O and some savoury sustenance I felt a whole lot better, and the ride home showed that I need to take more care of what I put into myself, as although I clearly need energy and electrolytes, I need to regulate it more carefully. Perhaps I will go back to my previous ways of having flapjacks and trail mix. At least I am learning now and not on the main event.

By the way, I have to mention the long-suffering family, without whose support I would not be able to train for, let alone participate in, this challenge. They put up without having me around at weekends and will have to do so for the next couple of months. I know that they support what we are all doing, and I also know that at times they would prefer I was not on a bike somewhere, so THANK YOU.