I'm not really sure how that turned out so well, honestly.
On the last weekend in June we attempted a 400 miler. It was a complete shambles. Complete and utter.
Fast forward a month to LEL: Andy has spent two of the last 3 weeks in the US. Maybe he remembers how to pedal still? Meanwhile I spent the week before tramping around the North York Moors with 20Kgs on my back, ending up sore to say the least. Not exactly vintage prep.
A few days out I've got a saddle sore, never had one before...finally decide to add guards to my bike and watch Andy finish *hand sewing* his bespoke panniers into the wee hours of Friday night. Far from ideal.
Saturday comes and we panic buy more AA rechargeables.
We make it to the start line, but in true fashion have missed our group by a few minutes not to mention we didn't get the brevet cards stamped.
Onwards. Over taking. Lots of overtaking.
Two hours into the flat lands and Andy has knee pain. I've packed ibuprofen and there is more up the road in a drop bag.
We ride on into the night and cross the humber before grabbing some slumber. But I hope you can see how unlikely going sub 100 was looking.
Andy
@arallsopp carried on through pain I'm sure would have seen many others scratch. We did all we could to manage the pain and kept revising the plan. Finishing apart wasn't really an option. Its incredible that he kept going through the hilly sections, but I'm so glad he did. He should be immensely proud of finishing, not to mention bagging sub 100 and putting the ride to bed.
When many others might have been really suffering in the early hours of Thursday morning, as we headed to Spalding I was convinced we had it in the bag - and we even chatted about what might come next. More than ever we know its all in the head.