https://www.strava.com/activities/451918526/segments/10859507263
I had a bit of time tonight - well actually I didn't but I'm learning a run from Cliffs of Dover. It's only bombing up and down the Lorcrian mode from a G major scale, but it's the speed that is really messing with my head. My fingers were not bleeding but they were getting mighty sore so I thought I'd get the roadie ready for a nice 11 mile and a bit ride to the hospital. I saw the state of him
and gave him a clean with wetwipes and kitchen roll, in the living room. I mickled his chain while I was at it and went back to my guitar. Cleaning the bike obviously is very helpful in guitar practice. My fingers still hurt like anything but it was a whole lot better.
I decided, that as my hands were really sore, that I'd go early and give that Strava loop (Roselea to Goslings) another go. Still pitch black but I was taking the roadie so I was hopeful of knocking a few seconds off. After all, I'd had a nice salad (healthy), some Marshamallows (couldn't resist) and a few choccy biccies so banged full of sugar. I should be fine. Right?
Halfway up Garrison Road/Lane whatever it is, I had some joker try and turn right into his drive by going through me while I was in a queue of waiting traffic. The gap was not big enough for a moped, let alone and Audi-Doodie. Pillock. I might have mentioned that he was a pillock and that he should consider getting some specs as he didn't see me in my council flouro orange with reflective bits, lights and more lights. Dozy bugger.
Once on the High Road out of Walton, I hit a nice cadence and decided that I'd do that loop then ride to the hospital. It felt quite quick, but that was mostly because I'd left my riding glasses (clear lenses) in the car and the wind was whipping my eyes a bit. I tried my seeing specs but they were just horrible and made the wind worse, so I stuffed them in a pocket and decided to WTFU.
I headed for the landmarks I knew but didn't look at the GPS except for when I passed the start of the 15.1km segment. I got my head down and got on with it. On the last mile or so, there is a single carriageway road with passing places. I had to tuck in twice. Once for a bus and once for the slowest Land Rover in the world. Bugger, pants and poo. I was not chuffed. I got to Goslings - a garden centre. Went a bit past it and sat for a sec swigging my water and looking at my GPS. I couldn't see much with watery eyes due to no bloomin' glasses. I figured that I might have taken a minute off though so was pleased.
I turned back round and retraced my tyre tracks to the top of Straight Road at Foxhall but went straight on, down the Felixstowe Road - on the cyclepaths - to Ipswich, up Bixley Road and to the hospital. Hubster was walking towards me when I got near the dialysis unit and I said I wanted to finish my mile so I carried on (got a 3rd overall on a segment there as it turned out) then headed back to the car to finish on 22 miles for the ride.
It was a great ride. I took 3 minutes off my own QOM time for that 15km segment. 3 minutes! That's huge. 13 PBs and an overall 3rd. Not bad for a fat old bird, I reckon. I had my Aftershokz on and a load of Eric Johnson. I reckon it was the EJ that did it
I am more chuffed than a chuffed thing, full of chufftness
That QOM isn't going to last 5 minutes, there are some bloody quick ladies around these parts, but it's a good 10 minutes faster than the 2nd placed person. Best I work on my fitness if I'm going to hang on to it.