Aravis
Putrid Donut
- Location
- Gloucester
I was too tired to post anything yesterday. The reason is here:
https://www.strava.com/activities/576946550
I'm trying to build towards an attempt on the "one day in the year of Tommy Godwin" challenge, adjusted to 209 miles to recognise more recent developments. I was torn between another 150 or the first of two back to back centuries, probably erring towards the former because I think the Godwin attempt is still a couple of weeks away at least.
I started in crisp, dreamlike conditions, with birdsong everywhere, and that continued for the first 50 miles or so. The first sign that all might not be completely well was the loss of half my voice; my speaking voice was OK but the higher "crooning" voice, which I confess I use rather a lot when cycling, was missing. The air was often thick with oilseed rape pollen and perhaps that was the reason. Today my voice is slowing recovering.
For a while I thought I was heading for a doorstep to doorstep average of 14 mph, but after passing through Warwick everything became more laboured and soon neither of my initial objectives were looking attainable. The sight of the Malverns in the distance from a ridge near Stratford was quite an encouragement and I never felt as though I wouldn't get home. Looking for an alternative objective, I was aware that 129 is the lowest number which hadn't previously featured on my list of centuries, so I decided to aim at that. A bit of jiggery-pokery at the end, and this was duly recorded. It felt odd to be avoiding some of my favourite little diversions in case they turned out to be a bit too long.
I fell asleep in the bath afterwards. Is that dangerous?
So, an extra 80 miles on top of that? It seems a little improbable at the moment!
https://www.strava.com/activities/576946550
I'm trying to build towards an attempt on the "one day in the year of Tommy Godwin" challenge, adjusted to 209 miles to recognise more recent developments. I was torn between another 150 or the first of two back to back centuries, probably erring towards the former because I think the Godwin attempt is still a couple of weeks away at least.
I started in crisp, dreamlike conditions, with birdsong everywhere, and that continued for the first 50 miles or so. The first sign that all might not be completely well was the loss of half my voice; my speaking voice was OK but the higher "crooning" voice, which I confess I use rather a lot when cycling, was missing. The air was often thick with oilseed rape pollen and perhaps that was the reason. Today my voice is slowing recovering.
For a while I thought I was heading for a doorstep to doorstep average of 14 mph, but after passing through Warwick everything became more laboured and soon neither of my initial objectives were looking attainable. The sight of the Malverns in the distance from a ridge near Stratford was quite an encouragement and I never felt as though I wouldn't get home. Looking for an alternative objective, I was aware that 129 is the lowest number which hadn't previously featured on my list of centuries, so I decided to aim at that. A bit of jiggery-pokery at the end, and this was duly recorded. It felt odd to be avoiding some of my favourite little diversions in case they turned out to be a bit too long.
I fell asleep in the bath afterwards. Is that dangerous?
So, an extra 80 miles on top of that? It seems a little improbable at the moment!