I changed the saddle recently, and today was its first trip. After 10 km I was not enjoying myself, so stopped and dropped the nose by one click. Aaaaaaah . . . it was like a favourite armchair. Relatively and temporarily, anyway.
Got to Net's Café with a yearning for some coffee and cake, but discovered I'd removed the money from my phone case. Oops.
Approaching the 25 km point I got cocky and carried on, wanting to make the trip through Chester Zoo again to help memorise the route. All the elephants were indoors, which was terribly disappointing.The dandelionesque floating seeds were thick in the air and drifting along the verges, which was impressive but not good for heavy breathing.
I met a roadie who'd hit a pothole and got a flat in her front tube, on a 23 mm tyre. I stopped to give her moral support more than anything, and we wrestled the Gatorskin off and replaced the tube. The hole was about 7 mm long and had gone right through both "sides" of the tube. Her Presta valve was being a bit of a bugger, but another roadie stopped and took a tiny spanner out of his bag of tricks to tighten up the core. Ms Roadie was at the furthest point of a seventy miler, which boggles my mind. I was humbled.*
Anyway, by this time I'd done 50 km and the saddle was no longer so comfortable. I think I need something with a significant cut-out. The last 30 km were hard work, proving I'm fit enough for fifty, but there's work to be done.
*EDIT: I'm humbled by everybody in this thread, and if I glance at the threads for longer distances it makes my eyes water. You're like Terminators.