The conditions were a touch Autumnal for the John 'Tommo' Thompson
Memorial Ride today. e.g. it was well chilly and it looked like it was going to
bucket it down any moment. I think the aim by most people, us included, was to get up to
the start at Carsington Water and get on with asap before the heavens opened.
As it happened they opened almost immediately after we had
started but thankfully only lightly. It then fined up and stayed dry until we
were safely in the car heading home afterwards. I hear some of the folk on the longest route weren't so lucky.
The route, around the Peak District and the
Staffordshire Moorlands, consisted of hills, hills and more hills.
Bloody hard it was. I got the distinct
impression that the organisers did not attempt to avoid any climbs
whatsoever
and even went out of their way to find the most fearsome ones.
The
route took us over part of the Ashbourne Half Marathon course that I
did last year. I couldn't believe I managed to run up those hills.
I attempted the 76k route, L did the 45k. Both had a feed
station at Thorpe but by differing routes. I beat L there by ten minutes over a slightly longer route but
then her shorter route home beat me back to the finish.
In between I had an altercation with a wasp, that
kindly embedded
itself in my face by it's sting as I bombed downhill at something
approaching 40mph. There it
hung there laughing as I attempted to either shake it off or to slow
down and stop. Eventually
I managed the later putting my leg down on a verge resplendent in deep
nettles
in the process. Double ouch. I nearly hit the tarmac but managed to stay
upright, just or else that would have been a triple ouch.
The sting wasn’t pleasant and started to swell up pretty quickly, I
always get a reaction to stings but it didn’t get really bad until much later.
After I had valiantly completed the course and got back to Carsington where there was plenty of very welcome tea and
cake.
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