WellyWonkey
Well-Known Member
- Location
- Denton, Manchester, UK.
Well all was well on my ride on Saturday, slowly building up the miles in preparation for the Manchester 100. Set off nice and early, 5 am, lovely weather, perfect temperature, birds were in full voice. I was aiming to do about 60 miles. I'd had my usual banana before setting off and hydrated myself (or so I thought). Anyway, I was 35 miles in to it, feeling great, legs were spinning well, I was sipping regularly when literally out of the blue.....BAM! That was me done, I couldn't believe it, I could hardly pedal the bike, I kept checking for punctures or that my brakes hadn't locked on. No, nothing like that, it was me, I was out of fuel. I had never even come close to feeling like that before (and hopefully never again!) I've read about it on CC and other places but never really understood how your body could react this way, well I found out big time. I was 30 miles from home running on empty, low on water in the middle of the countryside. At the top of every incline I was throwing up at the side of the road! It's a good job there was nobody around to witness my pathetic demise. My legs were on fire, my newly bought battery booster for my iphone had failed and had drained the normal battery on my phone. Great! No phone, no water, no food. I kick myself now for not taking more supplies, but as I've said, I've never even come close to feeling that way, I assumed (wrongly) that I would have experienced like a pre-warning on previous long rides.
I had to dig really deep just to get me to the nearest village, I did a lot of just rolling rather than pedalling! Eventually I found a shop and sorted myself out. I was out far longer than I intended which went down great with the missus, however even she dared not say anything to me when she saw the state I was in when I got home. She'd left umpteen worried messages on my phone (I think the phone had less energy than me!) She thought I'd come off or been knocked off in a ditch somewhere.
I must admit, it's knocked my confidence a hell of a lot. One minute I was loving cycling, the next..............hating every second. Not looking forward to getting out there again for a while I can tell you that much.
If anything though it's taught me a valuable lesson and I will take that lesson on board for next time....whenever that is???
I had to dig really deep just to get me to the nearest village, I did a lot of just rolling rather than pedalling! Eventually I found a shop and sorted myself out. I was out far longer than I intended which went down great with the missus, however even she dared not say anything to me when she saw the state I was in when I got home. She'd left umpteen worried messages on my phone (I think the phone had less energy than me!) She thought I'd come off or been knocked off in a ditch somewhere.
I must admit, it's knocked my confidence a hell of a lot. One minute I was loving cycling, the next..............hating every second. Not looking forward to getting out there again for a while I can tell you that much.
If anything though it's taught me a valuable lesson and I will take that lesson on board for next time....whenever that is???