Yesterday's ride as I was too knackered to write it up when I got back....
New fat Continental slicks arrived and were (eventually) fitted to the CdF. I didn't feel too hot but it was sunny and I wanted to test the tyres so out we went. As usual one thing led to another and while the pace remained sedate and effort low, more miles were clocked than intended.
I headed out SE through town, a bit of a wiggle through Greater Leys and out to Stadhampton where I discovered an inviting looking bridleway. This turned out to be a manageable mixture of hard-packed and overgrown but not-really-technical singletrack, a few rutted but tolerable grass fields and some perfectly acceptable gravelly farm tracks.
The bike in an appropriate environment, mit new rubber (apologies for the very obvious poor gear selection!):
I came out near Chippinghurst and continued over the M40 to Thame, skirting around the outside briefly before heading NW through North Weston, Shabbington and Worminghall. I'd planned to continue to 0akley but rediscovered the disused airfield so had to have another ride around that - sadly not as much fun as last time in the absence of sun or novelty. I came out at a point on the road I'd already passed once, so in the interest of time and to avoid the monotony of covering the same ground again headed NE out of Worminghall to Stanton St. John.
By this point it was about 19:30 and the light was getting a bit sketchy from the low sun, while I was increasingly coming to the conclusion that I'd over-cooked the distance.. not an insumountable issue but I was getting tired, my legs ached, my nose had started running and I generally felt a bit crap.
I'd planned to re-enter the city through Elsfield and Marston, however got tempted by another bridleway I knew led to Barton, so hung a left for some more mixed-surface "fun". Through the gritty, flat-ish hard-packed field the bike was grand; becoming more uncomfortable as it got rougher and occasionally terrifying on the odd patch of wet, slippery mud. More overgrown but straightforward singletrack was had before emerging at the top of an open field with a wide, dry, cracked but rideable path to the bottom. This was super-tame by MTB standards but it my inexperienced and diminished state it was all I could do to get out of the saddle and let the bike roll without bothering the brakes too much; my glutes aching from keeping me off the seat and my neck and shoulders tense from my grim-death grip on the bars and nervous steering input..
I muddled my way back through Barton, Headington and the rest of town, getting back just as the sun was setting and utterly knackered.
The ride ended up at around 43 miles at 13mph and a mean heart rate of 122bpm for mostly zone 2 exertion. The first maybe 30 miles were very pleasant aside from the seemingly perpetual clouds of swarming flies; countless of which I ingested or inhailed
I'm not sure if it was just a combination of a late night beforehand (was up until silly O'clock looking at bike bits) with the additional demands of riding away from smooth, open tarmac but this ride really rinsed me; far more than the numbers should suggest. Hopefully I've not picked up a dose of the 'rona!