I haven't posted here in awhile but thoroughly enjoy reading about everyones spins out on their bikes, especially those starting off. there is a high motivational factor to be had
Anyways, my cycling over the past few months hasn't been the may west tbh. Life threw me a fair few lemons, and after awhile... I couldn't be arsed trying make lemonade.
But I still did my best to get out on the bike. Well, not really my best, more just Ultra procrastination, ending up in getting out and about.
To help with motivation I have been doing the odd Sportive here and there, and this morning was no different.
Decided to give the Bray Wheelers - Paddy Martin Randonee a lash. The 120km route.
I'd been thinking about doing it all week so planned to be in good form for it.
That all went a bit pear shaped last night when I decided to have two beers to help me sleep (a good night's sleep is very important for a sportive), and my local offy were doing 5 Łomża (pronounced Womza, weirdos!) for 10e. It just didn't make economic sense to buy two.
Lacking sense, I didn't just drink two. They rock in at 5.7%. And youtube is great for 90s dance tunes!
All that aside I woke up with my alarm at 5am. Then I woke up at 6am. Not sure what happened there.
The weather out the window, with the wind and the rain, was not conducive to Sportive stuff, or cycling in general. Nor was the fact that I slept badly and my neck hurt, a lot. I couldn't turn it to the right.
I had to let the BootyCat out so I got up anyways.
Couple of coffees and a few smokes later...I decided to head to Bray.
Due to the weather the numbers were lower than previous years I was told. Don't blame them. It was constant "proper" rain and a horrendous wind starting off.
Now, being a spanner, I didn't know the route. I am at this stage very used to being pampered with marshals and signs and stuff.
The first 20 odd KM were down the N11! I didn't see that coming!
I was blessed with hooking up with two lads and two ladies from Gory CC when I was leaving Bray on my lonesome. I'd have been fecked without them tbh. I assumed it was all back roads and stuff. Not the fecking N11.
It rained, a lot, but it was summer rain.
They were going at a seriously handy pace which suited my neck and stuff, but when we hit the countryside/hills at about 20km the two lads headed off and I tootled along with Anna and Michelle.
It still rained, a lot.
We split up at the point where the 90/120km split.
Then I was on my lonesome.
It was quite a lumpy ride to get to Shay Elliot, eventually @ 85 odd KM. After being lost a few times. I had to back track up a few hills. Insert #sadface
I eventually made it to Laragh. That is where I learned the final part of the route, the OLD Roundwood route to Bray.
What an utter See you next Tuesday. Full of false hopes and hills. Call me stupid here but if you climb 300 odd meters and then descend, you want to be at sea level heading to Bray? Right?
Back up again. Then false hope with a descent. It went on and on.
My neck was killing me, I was wondering if tri bars would be a good addition to the bike so I could "lie down" and cycle.
Then the sun came out.
I had about 5ml of water left. More #sadface
I was over the moon to get to the end. this was far from my finest cycle, it was quite tough tbh.
But I got there in the end. And that is what it is all about.
I read a good article earlier about recovery after an arduous cycle, foam rollers, protein etc.
I'm down with that stuff. Lesson learnt.
Right after I finish these lovely Żywiec beers.