Nice work folks - some particularly cracking rides / routes / photos over the past few days
Sadly I can't compete as the weather, my health and subsequently my mojo have been at a particularly low ebb recently... however I did manage to get out a bit yesterday.
I'd half-planned to go out for a thrash on the road bike but rotted on the sofa until early afternoon when I eventually forced myself to go out for a zero-expectation waft on the CdF. Reluctantly leaving in uncharacteristic-of-late baking sun I headed cross-country SW to Wooton, then back into Boar's Hill up my benchmark foxcombe hill. Inspired by the Pantani documentary I watched recently (and conditioned a bit more to low cadence thanks to the limitations of my 10sp Raleigh hack) I took the whole hill seated; grinding away and pulling hard against the bars while aiming for a steady pace throughout... being rewarded with a personal 2nd best time up the steep bit; I think probably because I didn't shaft myself on the runup.
This got my HR up to around 90% of max and afterwards I felt a little less lethargic, detached and disassociated than when I'd set off. I hooked a right into the shady calm of Bagley wood and promptly got lost, but that was OK as the ambience was fantastic and I always had the GPS to aid my egress as necessary. I spent maybe the next hour gingerly picky my way along the forest trails; encountering a bloke and his blackberry-loving bulldog, as well as lots of slippery mud that once more highlighted the shortcomings of my slick tyres.
I passed numerous high-seats and I can certainly think of worse places to while away a few hours waiting for a few months' worth of free-range dinners to turn up. It felt like an absolute privelege to be in such beautiful, tranquil surroundings
I finally found my way out of the woods on the same path I'd taken previously out cross-country towards Sunningwell, stopping to pick a few succulent blackberries on the way.
I carried on down through Abingdon then back along NCN5; planning on paying a visit to Radley lakes but (just like last time) this was torpedoed by significant amounts of water falling from the sky, so I headed straight back again - thankfully in the absence of punctures and horrendous insect bites this time.
As much as I've (righly, IMO) praised the SKS Longboards on the bike in the past, this time I finally found their limit; getting my feet (somewhat unsurprisingly) drenched when passing through deepish (20-25mm plus) standing water at speed; I think because you're travelling fast enough for your feet to pass through the water that's displaced upwards and sideways by the wheel. Not really the fault of the mudguards then, unless you're happy to have something akin to a snow plow lashed behind the front wheel..
I headed back along the tow path; nearly coming to grief when I failed to clip in starting off over a cattle grid having stopped to let another cyclist through; instinctively putting my foot down and finding nothing but hole
The now-improving weather had still evidently put some off and the tow path was relatively quiet; leading to a few PBs although again I wasn't trying massively. As much as I want to think that I've mystically gained some additional fitness despite my recent period of slackness, my body measurements and weight tell a different story and I guess I maybe just had a tailwind on this occasion.
Once home the bike was thorougly covered in crap, to the point where I really ought to give it a wash now. It had a good run in the dry after getting wet though so I hope it's air-dried a fair bit and nothing's gone rusty as it's stood in the kitchen.
No big numbers today; around 21.5 miles at 12.1mph and about 117bpm.
After getting home and having a shower I cracked out the Raleigh and cycled to see some mates on the other side of town, with a bit of an overshoot / detour to find some reasonably priced beer; witnessing a glorious sunset en-route. After a few hours chewing the fat and ill-advisedly sinking a four pack I headed back; mournfully trundling past the deserted club that on previous Tuesdays has hosted the local goth night of which I'm very fond..
Once most of the way home I realised how much I was enjoying being out in the warm, still evening air so thrashed around the city for a bit longer; spotting some nocturnal wildlife on the way.
I finally got home at about half one, thoroughly knackered and about 18 miles down but feeling good for seeing people and my float around the city. Sadly thanks to the beer (more specifically my apparant intolerance towards it) I didn't feel so hot today
It's miserable outside again now, but the temperature's good and the light drizzle fairly cooling I imagine, so I might venture out for another float on the shed after I've had some dinner as I've always enjoyed just cruising around the city and its outskirts
EDIT: Did go out again last night on the Raleigh, by the time I'd got my gear together the "light cooling drizzle" had become fairly heavy but I pressed on and within half a mile I was pretty soaked
After about 4-5 miles the rain stopped, I continued out the other side of town and around a bit for a total of about 17 miles. I was "almost" dry when I got back, felt a lot better for getting out and had an uncharacteristically good night's kip afterwards - which was very welcome!