A bit of a surprise today. Another 50km ride. It wasn't planned at all, but it seemed to happen so I let it.
I planned to ride home from Bentwaters, where our caravan is stored at the storage place there. The plan was Rendlesham - Woodbridge - Ipswich - home, but I was following the GPS as I don't know the area there at all. Bloody good job I was on the CX bike, I had to get off and walk twice as the mud was so bad across Rendlesham Forest. It had been tractored a bit there.
At Ipswich, I came out on the A1214, saw I'd done about 16 miles or so and thought that I might as well go back the 15 mile route, add a quick ride around the block at the end and do another 50km for the day. Either that or go the 12 miles back and be just 3 miles short. That's just rude.
The last 5 miles were rough, the last mile was a total slog. Happily, Hubster had not eaten my double choc mini muffin, that I had been saving. There might have been ructions if he had. The last 14 miles with a sciatica attack is not to be recommended. Just saying in case anyone is thinking of giving that a go, any time soon.