Aravis
Putrid Donut
- Location
- Gloucester
I very glad to say that May is now done. It's taken a while to recover and it feels far too late now to put this in Your ride today...
Having put the DIY Audax form in on Sunday evening I woke up yesterday feeling as though I'd eaten a dodgy pie, and it's quite likely that I had.
This was the prescribed route (clockwise):
I wasn't inclined to give up on the opportunity, so I set off cautiously and by the time I reached the big climbs I was feeling reasonably OK. However, soon after passing over the big summits I started struggling, and when climbing up from the innocuous-looking notch just before 60 miles I was suddenly almost overcome by the desire to abandon.
Reasoning that after turning westwards I would be helped along flat roads by the gentle easterly breeze, and that these would take me as far as Kemble, beyond the 100 mile mark and on the railway, I talked myself into continuing along the planned route through the Windrush Valley on what is designated NCN57. This was stunningly pretty but highly arrhythmic, and for the most part had an unpleasantly bumpy, gravelly surface. Progress was extremely slow. On the sharp climb out of the valley at about 73 miles I was cramping badly, but the wind-assisted flatlands worked their magic and when I reached Kemble (106 miles) I was feeling a second wind of sorts. But had I stopped to check the train fare home I'm sure that would've inspired me to carry on riding anyway.
The roads from there over the Cotswold ridge are quite gentle, and after I'd survived the A46 between Nailsworth and Stroud I was confident I'd make it to the finish, although there wasn't much left of that second wind. There were a lot of riders in the lanes around Elmore and Longney enjoying the evening sun.
My average speed to the Broadway Tower was much higher than it afterwards. It was the engine that was feeling it, not the legs. They'd've been good to go again today.
Having put the DIY Audax form in on Sunday evening I woke up yesterday feeling as though I'd eaten a dodgy pie, and it's quite likely that I had.
This was the prescribed route (clockwise):
I wasn't inclined to give up on the opportunity, so I set off cautiously and by the time I reached the big climbs I was feeling reasonably OK. However, soon after passing over the big summits I started struggling, and when climbing up from the innocuous-looking notch just before 60 miles I was suddenly almost overcome by the desire to abandon.
Reasoning that after turning westwards I would be helped along flat roads by the gentle easterly breeze, and that these would take me as far as Kemble, beyond the 100 mile mark and on the railway, I talked myself into continuing along the planned route through the Windrush Valley on what is designated NCN57. This was stunningly pretty but highly arrhythmic, and for the most part had an unpleasantly bumpy, gravelly surface. Progress was extremely slow. On the sharp climb out of the valley at about 73 miles I was cramping badly, but the wind-assisted flatlands worked their magic and when I reached Kemble (106 miles) I was feeling a second wind of sorts. But had I stopped to check the train fare home I'm sure that would've inspired me to carry on riding anyway.
The roads from there over the Cotswold ridge are quite gentle, and after I'd survived the A46 between Nailsworth and Stroud I was confident I'd make it to the finish, although there wasn't much left of that second wind. There were a lot of riders in the lanes around Elmore and Longney enjoying the evening sun.
My average speed to the Broadway Tower was much higher than it afterwards. It was the engine that was feeling it, not the legs. They'd've been good to go again today.