I am completely shattered after a(nother) fabulous weekend of riding (and what I like to think of as sightseeing in the English countryside). I was supposed to fly out to Lanzarote today (Sunday) and spend a few days there before the Hampstead Triathlon Club camp starts on Thursday. I'm so glad I changed my flights so that I could spend a weekend riding with a getting to know some of the other Tour de Forcers.
We were based at the luxurious Tonbridge Premier Inn (a mere 3 hours drive from Norfolk), close to where the Hever Castle Triathlon was (which I did last September), and the Hell of the Ashdown sportive (a punishing ride I did about 5 weeks ago).
Saturday was a rolling (read: no easy stretches) 100km, followed by a 40km-ish loop for the keen or crazy (which I thought was going to be a fairly easy roll, until we were suddenly going up a hill with a pretty sharp gradient, and no apparent finish), and then dinner and a talk with Sean Yates (very famous UK cyclist, and man instrumental in Bradley Wiggins tour victory). Some of his advice is in my last post.
Sunday was to be in theory an "easy" 90km ride to a roast lunch, and an easy 15km back to the hotel. But this was also the day that some Tour alumni were joining us, and there was some speedy riding at the front thanks to a combo of fresh legs and good riders.
It was so great to be riding in the sunshine (even if it was bloody cold), at some nice speeds, and in a sizeable group. It left me even more pumped and excited, and motivated to train for the depart from Leeds.
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