Saturday, June 23, 2007
Day 4 : J'arriver en Paris
Well, I made it... I'm here in Paris, standing under the Eiffel Tower in gloriously warn sunshine. There are thousands of tourists around and many of them are clapping and cheering us as we file under the great iron arches, eighty eight tired and weary cyclists.
As I wander around, stopping occasionally to pose for photographs for my fellow riders but also complete strangers who just happen to be there and want a memento for their holiday photo albums, the enormity of my efforts become apparent to me.
The last four days represent 300 miles of probably the hardest work I've ever had to do in my life. I'm not only referring to the physical strains, the pounding of the pedals to climb those steep and endless hills in the Kent Downs and the Abbeville region, but the emotional and mental strains we've all been under.
Almost without exception, every last one of my companions on the trip have been inspirational in keeping each other motivated. Especially Kevin, who after rooming together on the first night, became my riding buddy. We kept each other going, taking turns to set the pace and stopping to help each other when weary muscles protested too loudly, or the bike decided it needed some TLC...
There was a real mix of people of different ages, sexes, backgrounds, occupations and personalities. I've enjoyed getting to know most of them, hearing their stories about training and the charities they support, learning about their lives outside of cycling and being inspired to do more on the bike but also in life.
The first day in Kent was probably the hardest. I'd never done more than 50 miles in one go before, and I'd certainly never climbed hills like those before. Holloborne Hill will remain in my memories for years to come and will help be to be inspirational when faced with a seemingly insurmountable challenge. The second day from Calais to Abbeville was also tough. The hills were less steep, but much more frequent and longer. These were unexpected as I believed Northern France to be flat... Overcoming that shock and keeping the goal in mind got me to my destination.
Day Three was a revelation. The morning was hard because it was cold and wet. My energy levels were low because I'd decided to take less energy drink and more water and mentally I was at my lowest ebb. Kevin had a timely puncture, in the middle of a torrential downpour, by the side of a main, busy road. However, the respite from spinning the cranks against the undulating French countryside gave me a much needed boost as I cracked open an energy gel. A few miles later, we were at the lunch stop and after refuelling with risotto and chocolate cake, I climbed back on the bike and was like a man possessed. People wanted to know what "medication" I'd taken with my lunch and whether I'd visited the same pharmacist as the infamous cyclists Landis... I was flying. The next stage was completed with an average speed of 18.2 mph, which was remarkable. I'd found my rhythm and was 'in the zone'. The countryside was now similar to my training haunts of the Suffolk countryside. Gently undulating with plenty of flat runs, winding country lanes and gentle, short climbs. My iPod sang in my ears and hills were no match for the beat of Jamiroquai as my legs pumped in rhythm. The miles flew by and before I knew it I was at the hotel. The final day was a similar story, due to a misunderstanding Kevin though I'd left the hotel without him and so left without me as I had a sore leg massaged and fixed my broken bottle cage. I was determined to catch him again before the next water stop, about 25 miles away, mostly up hill. I set off like a hare being chased by six over-excited greyhounds coasting past fellow cyclists, climbing hills in a standing position, the bike rocking to and fro in rhythm to my music, rarely dropping below 10mph uphill and cruising down vales at 35mph. At one point I hit 38mph but resisted pushing to break the big four-zero in fear of burnout, as the hills were only gentle slopes and pedal power was still required to reach decent speeds.
I reached the end of the stage minutes behind Kevin and after we laughed at our mix-up, rested and ate bananas and cereal bars, I was back on the bike and flying again...
Someone commented that if I kept improving day after day as I had done over the last four days, that I'd be in the Tour de France next year... This felt good as, to be frank, I'd found the first day harder than I expected. I was disappointed with myself that I'd not trained hard enough. However, to be fair to myself, I could never have trained enough as we just don't have the hills in Suffolk. I'd pushed myself to my limits, and beyond, and it felt good that I'd improved day after day and that I'm now, probably, fitter and healthier than I've ever been.
I experienced a number of firsts whilst on this challenge. It's been the first time I've done more than fifty miles on one ride. The first time I've ridden large rides on consecutive days, the first time I've ridden on proper hills, the first time I've ridden in the rain and the definitely the first time I've ridden 300 miles...
The ride into Paris was 'exhilarating' and riding around the Arc de Triomphe was both exciting and terrifying. Cars were coming at us from all directions and their drivers seemed oblivious to me. I somehow managed to get myself to the front of the paleoton (big mistake) and so was trying to stop the traffic coming onto the roundabout but gave up and slammed on the brakes as they actually accelerate onto it.
When I turned right at the end of the Champs Ellysee and caught sight of the soaring, iron work tower, I knew I'd finally reached the end but my emotions were mixed. It was great to have achieved my goal, overcome physical and mental pain and to have achieved the most significant athletic challenge I've ever set myself. On the other hand, the trip was over. Part of me wanted to ride straight by the Eiffel Tower and carry on. "How far to Marseille?" I was wondering to myself..
But, I turned left across the traffic and arrived on the Place d'Eiffel, dismounted and lifted my bike toward the sunny heavens. We all hugged, shook hands and congratulated each other on our achievements. What a fantastic trip, I was extremely tired, my muscles ached and mentally I was drained.
But, call me insane if you like, I can't wait to get back on the bike. When I get back I will give it some TLC. A good clean, oil and polish and then back out into the Suffolk countryside... Problem is, a 'quick twenty mile ride' will be grossly unsatisfying now. Looks like my wife, Jo, will have to get used to me being out on the road for 3-4 hours every other day.. Another cycling widow on the register...
Here's to the next ride. My fellow riders and I are already talking about London to Amsterdam next summer, so David - get training mate. Seriously, now I know I can do something like this I seriously want to do more. Top-to-toe from Northern Italy to Sicily sounds appealing, or maybe even visiting my charity in Malawi, riding from the airport to the villages on a mountain bike...
We'll see. For now, it's time for a hot bath and maybe one or two cold beers....
Au Revoir...
Simon
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Friday, June 22, 2007
Day 3: Wet Wet Wet.....
In a way I'm glad to find out that its not just the infamous British weather that can dish up an unexpected downpour in late June. When it wasn't pourin thundering and lightening it was drizzling and cold. The sun made too infrequent appearance but until lunchtime it was pretty miserable.
Just before lunch was my low point so far. I was wet, cold and my energy levels were low. The french terrain was throwing up a few tasty hills to test me. I put on the iPod and focussed on the water spray flying off the front wheel and ground away until lunch.
After a surprisingly delicious risotto type concoction and some delicious chocolate cake I was raring to go. After lunch the terrain was more similar to my training grounds in Suffolk, mainly flat with just a few undulations. I was storming. Lunch to water stop was completed with an average speed on 18.2 mph, which to be frank and imodest was pretty stunning.. I was flying and loving every minute. I even managed a stop to pay my respects to a British war memorial and look out across the Barley fields, lush from their foreboding fertiliser of a great many British bodies and blood. A very poignant moment..
Anyway, a number of milestones reached today. We're now 3/4 of the way to Paris and I passed 1,000 miles since I startedtraining in October.
Tommorow we ride 65 miles into Paris. A doddle compared to the last 3 days..
Nous allon la Paris..
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Day 2
Mileage on day one was actually 95 as when we arrived in Calais our hotel was a little further. We left Calais at a much more sensible time of 8am. There were some long, long, long hills before lunch and my aching legs were soon warmed up.
After lunch it was a gently undulating ride and the slower pace due to tired legs allowed us take in more of the gorgeously green countryside.
Highlight of the day was one of my fellow riders, Gary, being in a daydream and riding straight past a right hand turn. He had his iPod on and couldn't hear us yelling him so we had to sprint after him yelling his name. In the end he heard us and turned around but we had done an additional 4 miles...
Lowlight of the day is a tie between the unexpected downpour 4 miles from our days target of Abbeville and the puncture I got, literally outside the dor of our hotel for the night!!!
We did 75 miles today, only 70 tomorrow. We're over half way now, and I've broken my top speed record which is now 39.2 mph..
We did 75 miles today, only 70 tomorrow. We're over half way now, and I've broken my top speed record which is now 39.2 mph..
Tomorrow we leave for Bourvais. Bon nuit from France.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Day One - Why Are They Called the Kent Downs?
And early start today. Breakfast at 5.30, on the road at 7am. The ride out of London was stop start with endless traffic lights and roundabouts to negotiate. However, once out of the city and into the greener countryside things got more interesting. But whoever named the area the Kent Downs was ever so slightly misleading us. There are pleny of 'ups' but precious few 'downs'. Some of the hills were killers. Hollingbourne Hill, just befor lunch was particulalry steep and long and it was made worse by the fact it was twisty. So just when you thought the hill must end, you turned a corner and there was another, even steeper stretch of road. I tried hard not to get off and walk, but after about 20 minutes of climbing I had to stop to wipe the sweat out of my eyes. Problem was I then couldn't get enoug speed up the steep hill on the restart to engage my shoe cleats so I couldn't pedal. So I walked.. My sense of failure was made worse because when I turned the next corner, just 20 yards away, the hill ended!
I buddied up with my room mate from the previous night and we kept eachother going, taking it in turns to set a reasonable pace. At the 47 mile mark we were 15th to reach the lunch rendevouz. Not bad 15th out of 86 riders... We'd set an average pace of a shade short of 15mph.
The session after lunch was tough. It was hot and there was a strong head wind. The hills came thick and fast and around the 60 mile mark it became really hard. Keeping motivated was a challenge as you greeted each new hill with a long depressed sigh. I slunk into my own little world, focussing my vision on my front wheel, blanking out the distant horizon. I thought of anything that would take my mind off the strain on my legs. As my calves ached, and my thighs felt fit to explode I imagined my loved ones periodically standing by the side of the road cheering me on. Abi, my 7 year old, was standing on the pavement every 50 metres jumping up and down and waving manically, yelling "go on dad, you can do it!"
In the end I pulled through and as we sailed down one of the few descents passed a sign proclaiming "Welcome to Dover" my spirits rose and I cruised into the ferry port proud of my exhersions...
Today's ride was 89 miles, which I covered in 6.5 hours if you discount the break for lunch. Not bad, I'm pleased. I'm almost a 1/3rd of the way there and looking forward to tomorrow, the first French leg...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
London to Paris - Day One
Well, I eventually arrived at my hotel in Greenwich. The journey here made a mockery of 'red Ken's' transport for London policy. Jo gave me a lift to Ipswich station where I caught a delayed train to Stratford. The guard forgot about me, and more importantly my bike stashed in the guard's carriage. Luckily I had foresight to keep my carriage door open so they had to come and get my bike before the train could leave. Next problem was the DLR. Strictly no bikes allat this point I met up with Dave Patterson a fellow traveller and we tried to get the Jubilee Line instead. No bikes.. Brilliant, so much for green public transport. Anyway, after dragging our bikes and heavy bags on the Hammersmith and the East London tube lines, we got a mainline train to Blackheath thn walked to the hotel.
Anyway we're here now, and I'v regimentaly got my gear together for tomoorow. We have breakfast at 5 so we can set off at 6am. Time now for a carbohydrate fix at the local Italian Ristorante.
Learning point for the day... If you're planning on going to the olympics in 2012, go in your car not on your bike...
Picture is of Dave my fellow nutter cycling to Paris... Nervous, nah...
Injury Crisis
Yikes. Talk about last minute hitches... I woke up Sunday morning, two days before the off, with really tight and sore muscles on the inside of my left thigh muscle... It got worse as the day progressed and although a good night's sleep and a hot bath on Sunday night helped, it was still too tight to ride on Monday.
As such, I hadn't trained since last Wednesday and was starting to worry about whether I could last 300 miles without the whole muscle "pinging" and leaving me prastrate by the side of the Abbeville country lanes...
A quick call to Jonny down the road followed by an exruciating painful massage and come Tuesday morning it's almost completely better. Where the physio manipulated the muscle it is as sore as hell and quite bruised, but the taught muscle is allot looser and by tomorrow morning I'm sure I'll be ready for the big start...
My bags are packed, the bike has been cleaned, polished and oiled. Tyres pumped up to 105psi and the eergy drinks packed. Paris here I come...
Don't forget to monitor the blog for regular post during the trip...
Simon
As such, I hadn't trained since last Wednesday and was starting to worry about whether I could last 300 miles without the whole muscle "pinging" and leaving me prastrate by the side of the Abbeville country lanes...
A quick call to Jonny down the road followed by an exruciating painful massage and come Tuesday morning it's almost completely better. Where the physio manipulated the muscle it is as sore as hell and quite bruised, but the taught muscle is allot looser and by tomorrow morning I'm sure I'll be ready for the big start...
My bags are packed, the bike has been cleaned, polished and oiled. Tyres pumped up to 105psi and the eergy drinks packed. Paris here I come...
Don't forget to monitor the blog for regular post during the trip...
Simon
Saturday, June 16, 2007
La France ici nous allon....
Well, just three and a bit days to go. If I'm not ready now, I never will be...
I haven't posted for a while, mainly due to a mix of crazy long hours at work, having to travel overseas on business and, of course, training...
I managed to do a couple of BIG rides, a fifty mile jaunt into the Mid-Suffolk countryside last Saturday being the peak. There's some amazing countryside out that way and I was lost, just riding around aimlessly for a while as the villages I was riding through had been considerately covered over by a photo of a windmill on my map! It was great to turn the corner to be greeted by the huge and majestic Heaveningham (sp?) Hall, and a real joy to trigger the "Slow Down - 30mph" sign as I sped into Fressingfield and 36mph (my fastest speed ever). And I can recommend the little store in Metfield as the lady who runs it is sweet and helped me overcome my urge for cake by offering me a slice from her kitchen as the shop had run out...
I'm now winding down with my last proper ride on the racing bike tomorrow, a mere 20 miles is the plan. I did a "time trial" during the week just gone, doing a circuit from home through Aldebrough on the coast, up to Thorpness (also on the coast) and then back home. About 22 miles covered with an average speed of 19.7 mph... And David, Friston is 2.7 miles from the Brook Farm Road/South Entrance junction. That road from Aldebrough to Thorpness is great to ride on, dead flat and straight with sea views and the smell of the seaside...
The fundraising has gone well, with some concerted begging resulting in a current total of £1,846 including the Gift Aid and another £125 pledged (including £100 from my lovely wife). So I'll hopefully be just a whisker short of my challenging £2,000 target. Brilliant!
Thanks to everyone who has donated. Our efforts will make a big difference to the little children of Malawi and give them a real chance to make a difference in life.
Special thanks this time around to Debbie, my Sister for having gone almost a whole year without having hear nails done and suffering the consequent pain of having to stare at jagged, blackend stumps all day (I'm sure they weren't that bad really!). She raised £160 for me. Thanks...
Keep an eye on my blog over the next week as I'll be posting regularly during my challenge with, hopefully, some pictures of me and a load of other exhausted cyclists drinking red wine in by the roadside and spraying champagne allover the lower reaches of the Eiffel Tower.
Don't forget the key dates. I leave for London on Tuesday 18th and the ride starts early on the 20th. I arrive in Paris on Saturday tea-time and get home to Suffolk at about 22:30 on the Sunday.
Thanks again to everyone who has sponsored me and given me so much encouragement, especially Jo to whom I've been useless for the last 9 months whilst training, waking her up at 6am so I can go and play on my bike and has been managing the little monsters practically single-handedly - you're a star.
Also, special thanks to David who has been a huge help during my training and is picking me up from Waterloo...
As a reward to you all, here's a picture of me in ridiculous lycra clothing to give you all a good laugh...
Simon
