I did my first century today.
Now everything hurts (torso as well as legs - is this normal?)
After successfully doing my first metric century and first 75miler recently I wanted to push it to the next logical step, so was up early and out by 7.30am for a grand tour of North Shropshire.
I'd plotted a route that I thought was about 100 miles, but added in an extra loop to be certain. I started by heading south to Acton Burnell and Cressage, then turned north to Upton Magna then via the lanes to Market Drayton. From there I headed across to Whitchurch before joining NCN route 31 to Ellesmere. The plan was to head for Oswestry after this but I realised that it would take me well over the 100 miles so changed my route to head to West Felton and Knockin before rejoining the planned route at Melverley. The final leg was via Westbury and round Lyth Hill.
I would like to take this opportunity to state that this mornings BBC weather forecast was a blatant lie!
They said it would be cloudy but dry with sunny intervals later in the afternoon. What actually happened was that from about Acton Burnell onwards I was dogged by frequent annoying showers.
The idiots seemed to be out in force as well today. I've had 3 overtakes followed immediately by turning off.
An attempted overtake at a pinch point which suddenly turned into an emergency stop
and numerous close passes.
Having got that off my chest, the rest of the ride was pretty good. I got onto plenty of roads I've never ridden before and been to a couple of places I've wanted to cycle to for ages.
Going from 75 to 100 miles was quite a big step, possibly a bit too big as I started to struggle around the 75 mile mark. At one point I seriously considered abandoning the ride and phoning for help. Stubbornness kicked in though and once past 80 miles I found a renewed strength. (Well, sort of. Lets just say I wasn't breaking any records climbing the hills.
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The final tally was 103.01 miles at an average speed of 12.9mph. Really happy with that for a first attempt.
On the Attingham Estate.
I dropped in at my Aunt's on the way round. Been wanting to cycle over there for ages.
At Whitchurch, one of the Mercian Way markers.
This caught me by surprise at Whixall. I didn't realise we had any bascule bridges.
Down at The Mere, Ellesmere.
Also at Knockin.
The speedometer had just clicked over onto 100 miles at this point.