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By hulver (Tue Jun 18, 2013 at 09:47:40 AM EST) (all tags)
I was planning a 300km ride for Saturday. This was an Audax DIY ride, so that I could get points for it, and work towards an award for this season.

In the end, the ride was a qualified failure, of sorts.



The ride didn't get off to a good start. I managed to drop my phone in the toilet while I was getting ready. It still works now (after a day drying out in the sun) but it meant I had to borrow RR's phone. So I set off a bit later than I wanted to.

The wind was mostly on my side on the way out. I flew across to Gainsborough, went straight through that and the on to Market Rasen. 80km covered in 3 hours.

I had a stop there to buy and apply sudocrem, as the saddle interface was suffering a little. I also topped up my water bottles and had a bit of breakfast.

Then I was on my way to Pocklington, via the Humber bridge.

I'd decided not to do the LEL route, as I don't want to ride that before the LEL ride itself, so I took a different more main roady route towards the Humber bridge. It wasn't that hilly, but it was fairly undulating. The wind was still fairly brisk as well.

There was one point where I was flying down a hill and a stinging insect of some sort got caught in the vents in my helmet. After a few angry buzzes trying to free itself it stung me and then got out. Thanks to wearing a buff, the sting didn't do much, but it still hurt.

I got to the Humber bridge at about 12, so had some more food there, then set off to Pocklington. Again, wanting to skip the LEL route I took more main roads.

I had a bit of a scare on the way there, as the route I was following the road sign pointed towards "Nunburnholme" and "Warter", which I knew had very big steep hills on the way to them. Fortunately my route took me past those places.

I got to Pocklington about 3ish, then wasted some time trying to find somewhere to eat. I eventually found a pub that was still serving food and ate a Lasagne. Not exactly low carb food, but I was really hungry and feeling low on energy.

The 40ish km to Easingwold took me over 2 hours, the wind was really strong and there was no shelter in the flat land around York.

I had a 15 minute break in Easingwold to top up my water and eat an Ice cream, then I was off again. Heading through York and onto towards Selby. I took the planets path for most of the way there, then got to the outskirts of Selby. I was feeling pretty rough by then. Tired and cold, I took a break in a rubbish bus shelter and kept nodding off.

Then I remembered the old Gel I had at the bottom of my bag, lots of sugar and a huge hit of caffeine, it perked me up and I set off again. Through Selby and on down the A19 towards Doncaster. Another bit of main road bashing, but it was quiet at that time.

I stopped at a 24 hour garage to get more water, and a chocolate bar, then skirted the outside of Doncaster. Then the climbing started again. The flat lands were behind me now, but at least I knew that these hills meant I was getting close to home. Which I was glad about, as I was freezing cold. I had all the layers on that I'd brought. Leg warmers, a base layer, jersey, gillet, arm warmers and a rain coat.

I had a massive sense of humour failure going around Doncaster. I was cycling along a fairly straight road and glanced at my gps to see where the next turn off would be, to see my movement arrow pointing South! I was suddenly convinced that the arrow should be pointing North, and that I'd spend the last hour cycling the wrong way. I convinced myself that this was the case.

I looked around on my map, eventually worked out where I was and where I was going to, and that I should actually be going South.

I got through Maltby, then stopped at another 24 hour garage for a break. I had almost 2 1/2 hours left on the clock to finish the last 15km.

That's when I made my biggest mistake. I looked at my cycle computer too much. I saw that I'd done 310km, and I thought I'd worked out that it was a 315km ride. When I fiddled with the map though, I saw that I still had at least 15km left to do.

I was cold, tired, and that last 15km seemed like such a long way.

I rang RR, who'd been texting me and checking that I was still ok. She asked me if I wanted picking up, and faced with a choice of either sitting on the bike peddling up hill for the next hour, or sitting in a nice warm car, the car won.

I ended the ride. 310km done in 18 hours and 40 minutes. 15km short of my target. Cold, tired and knackered. I sat and waited to be picked up, instead of just getting on with it and finishing the ride.

So, I failed. Mentally I failed. I know that I could have ridden that last 15km in time, but I just gave in to the thought of a warm ride instead.

Then what makes it worse, it was Father's day the next day. The kids had made me a huge banner with a picture of my bike on and "You can do it!", "We believe in you!". I also had some "tokens" to take with me from them, one says "Don't doubt yourself" and "You will make it" on the other.

They made them for the LEL ride, but I still felt bad when I got them. I hadn't done it, I had given up.

So, that's why it's a qualified failure. I set out to ride 300kms, and I did that, in plenty of time. The time limit was just a few minutes under 21 hours. I reached 310kms in 18 hours and 40 minutes.

In Audax terms, the ride was a failure. I didn't complete it, no points, I have to complete a 300km ride to get the award I was thinking of. Sacrificed for the sake of one more hour on the bike.

A big mental learning exercise. No matter how bad I think it is, I can do it. I just need to HTFU.

I've got a 600km ride planned for the 29th. Let's see how I get on with that one.

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So you had a bee in your bonnet? by wiredog (2.00 / 0) #1 Tue Jun 18, 2013 at 10:15:17 AM EST
I had something fly up my shorts and sting the back of my thigh last Saturday. Disadvantage of loose clothing, I guess.

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Error by Phil the Canuck (4.00 / 2) #2 Tue Jun 18, 2013 at 11:30:24 AM EST
You rode 310km.  Your definition of failure does not compute. 

Yes it does. by hulver (2.00 / 0) #3 Tue Jun 18, 2013 at 11:43:49 AM EST
I needed to ride 325km, I only rode 310km. I could have ridden 325km but I did not.

I succeeded in riding a long way, I failed at riding far enough.

It's all good though. An important lesson learnt. I'm glad I learnt it then, and not after the first day of LEL.

I will succeed at the 600km ride.
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Your kids were right by marvin (4.00 / 1) #4 Tue Jun 18, 2013 at 06:40:37 PM EST
Then what makes it worse, it was Father's day the next day. The kids had made me a huge banner with a picture of my bike on and "You can do it!", "We believe in you!". I also had some "tokens" to take with me from them, one says "Don't doubt yourself" and "You will make it" on the other.

Sorry, but you are wrong and your daughters are right. I am sure they are incredibly proud to have a father who can do 310km in 18 hours.

You'd make for a lousy race car, but a great moped.

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Sure it does by lm (2.00 / 0) #5 Wed Jun 19, 2013 at 09:30:01 AM EST
A failure to meet a personal goal is still a failure even if the very attempt to make that goal was in itself an epic success on a different level.

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Haha <3 Scunthorpe! by ammoniacal (2.00 / 0) #6 Wed Jun 19, 2013 at 10:08:56 PM EST

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That's a long way by Herring (2.00 / 0) #7 Sat Jun 22, 2013 at 11:20:57 AM EST
I only did 110 km yesterday.

christ, we're all old now - StackyMcRacky
Yeah, but by hulver (2.00 / 0) #8 Sun Jun 23, 2013 at 06:04:04 AM EST
50km of yours was straight up.
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It was a bit of a fucker by Herring (2.00 / 0) #9 Sun Jun 23, 2013 at 06:37:11 PM EST
From Bourg de Oisans to the Col du Lauteret it ascends for about 25 miles - generally fairly gently. There are actually a couple of slight downhills. As you approach the Lauteret it gets to 6-7%. From there you take a left where there's "only" another 600m to ascend in the final 8km to the top of the Galibier. Mad bends and certain death if you come off the side. From the tunnel entrance, the last couple of km is bastard - although with a nice road surface. You can feel the altitude over 2,500m.

Then at the top, there are a load of smug motorcyclists taking each others' pictures in front of the "Col du Galibier, Alt. 2642m" sign. I'm sure it was really fucking hard for them to get up there.

christ, we're all old now - StackyMcRacky

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