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So this guy apparently passed me in the last couple of miles... and I didn't even notice! |
MOMENTUM, ADVERSITY, LETHARGY AND MOTIVATION..... and the rest
Even though this had been one of the highlights of my year, I don't think I had explicitly intended to sign up for this event again. I had went into that event with long covid illness frustrations and thought Ride London 2023 [click link for previous race report] was the start of a bright 2nd half of the year. This seemed to be the case initially, but then the year ended even worse than it had started.
I did one or two triathlons before pulling out of all events with my fitness frustrations. I had signed up to the Super Series that year, specifically as I wanted to race them - simply training up to get back to a level of participation was just too depressing. this actually was an uplifting decision to make, took the pressure off training and managed to get back into the swing of things reclaiming the TT Sprint Series title. So, normality was returning then - onwards and upwards!
But then, in late September, we suffered the sudden loss of a treasured fellow club member and dear friend, Shane Storrow. Shane was an absolute gem of a human being who captured the heart of pretty much everyone he met, and I feel brought out the best in us as a club. This was a massive blow to the club and to me personally (too big & close a subject to go into here, to be frank, so I won't!). Then a week later I suffered a shoulder / back injury that put a stop to my training - my training & routine normally being the coping mechanism for dealing with the heavy shit in life. All in all, not a good time at all.
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RIP Shane. Miss you, buddy |
By the time I signed up for this in late November the context couldn't have been more different. The goal remained the same - I wanted to do my fastest ever 100miles on a bike. However in signing up in 2022 this goal was off the back of 3 years of consistent training and an all time peak fitness, in 2023 this goal was to be the motivator to drag me out of the slump of this shitty year. I was going to train my ass off and turn this shit around!
It started off well, with a cold in December that last till mid February, and shoulder injury lasting until mid March, but I started my training regardless in first week of January and didn't look back. It was interesting to see just how much I could do with this bastid cold clinging onto me, made me wonder if I had given it too much respect last year. In any case, my fitness curve on training peaks became a pet I was feeding with sessions daily and eventually it became quite easy to maintain the high volume.
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What 90 days of consistent training looks like, dwarfing all of the previous year! |
Meanwhile, in London, my friend Paul had started a journey of his own - to shift some weight in time for Ride London, and well, beyond! With our almost weekly check ins on zwift (which had become routine since lockdown 2020) we were doing a good job of motivating each other along the .... weigh? Then, with 6 weeks to go, I tripped over 2 new adversities:
1. Such a long miserable winter combined with a shoulder I wanted to rest as much as possible meant I spent a higher percentage of my time than normal indoors on the turbo - I normally do turbo loads anyway, but try to get a big ride outside at the weekends. When I finally managed to get out in April (only my 2nd ride outside of the year!!), I made a stark realisation - I no longer had any core / postural strength to hold myself on the bike! My legs were super conditioned and full of energy throughout, but after about 50km my back and general upper body was in bits, more like what i'd expect to feel after 200km. Oooooooh shit.
2. Possibly related to the ride above, but did the first 800m Swim TT of the year 2 days later. I had to pull out after 150mm. realising my shoulder issue had re-surfaced.... but this time on my good shoulder!
Initially I was pretty mellow about this. I was on a rest week so didn't feel to bad to reign back training (read: stop completely). Then the next week came the was no motivation there at all. Then the next week came and before I knew it i had gone 3 weeks without training, all the while watching my well fed fitness curve plummetting downwards!
Anyways I got myself back together... ish, opting to ride outside as much as I could in the remaining weeks lead up. This involved a few 100km / 5 hour rides which was important. For conditioning myself, I felt time in the saddle was more important than distance, so 5 hours for a 100km ride was good training for 5ish hours for a 160km ride. The legs were trained and ready it was just about getting my body to hold me on a bike for that time!... in theory, at least!
RACE WEEKEND
As per the previous year I travelled up to Paul's on the Friday, to facilitate a social chill out day before. As we had done the sight seeing with Paul the previous year, I stressed I didn't really want to cycle the day before, so instead we went for a walk... which turned out to be 14km! It was super chilled out though and gave opportunity to catch up with Andrew, a friend from Zwift that I had finally met last year.
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Walkies Pic |
The weather was glorious on the Saturday and betrayed the outlook for what was looking to be a grim Sunday. All week, the focus had been on the forecast, which was looking pretty miserable and wet. The forecast looked to shift to the later part of Sunday at one point, but then shifted back and dug its heels in - it was going to be weather for ducks, albeit with not much wind.
Paul and Andrew had both signed up again this year along with a number of other members from the Southgate Cyling Club. Also Mark, a collegue from work had signed up too. There wasn't much chatter about what way we were taking on the day. Last year the plan was 'cycle with Paul' and that was that. Last year Andrew and a few others from the club had worked hard together to get around in an astonishing 4 and a half hours. I was hoping to do something similiar this year, but was hoping for a more consercative (but still lofty) 5 hours - a time that was getting adjusted back in my mind even more with the crumby weather forecast. Another slightly less arbitrary goal was maybe average over 30kmh for the ride, but honestly didn't know how it all was going to pan out. There was not much discussion on how we individually wanted to cycle with each other, but I think the general gist was we would try to cycle together at the start, but acknowledge we may break up and see each other at the finish.
Because I wanted to cycle with the group club I made a request for a club jersey for the day. This actually involved me joining the SCC officially, which turned out to be more controversial than I expected, but it all came out in the wash anyway! From last years experience they were a very welcoming bunch of people and I was looking forward to riding with them again.
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Sunday kit planning (before Paul gave me a rain jacket! |
So all in all with had a very boring and responsible Saturday, watching the FA Cup final back at the house before setting up raceday nutrition & bikes, and having an early dinner and an early night, before another silly o clock start in the morning.
RACE DAY
I think it's safe to say that in my lifetime I've gone to bed drunk at 4.15am on a Saturday night more often than I've gotten up at 4.15am on a Sunday morning. Constant pitter patter of rain on the windows, contact lenses into sandy eyes. None of these were good things. By the time Paul and I got down to Enfield town centre to meet the other club members for the 25k pre-race commute, we were already drenched to the bone. Socks were already squelching.Shoe covers would have been a good idea! Today was going to be a long day. We all had rain gear on which made us not quite as homogenous as a club outfit, though one of the lads, neil, had an oversized blue rain poncho, which made him stand out!
25km from the start line & already sopping wet!
Spirits were high though, and it was good fun cycling in in an overgrowing bunch of cyclists, on near deserted streets. Getting seperated from the crowd at traffic lights and not being able to call or answer the phone due to the pure wetness of, well, everything added some stress but it was all good. Phone wetness issues prevented me giving proper updates to Mark. By the time we've gotten into the city centre and I had dried my phone, I had found out he had started (by accident!) about 45 minutes ahead of us. This didn't make sense to me until we re on the quays rolling up to the start line. Last year we'd waited for about 10 minutes to start in this area - this year the start line was just open and we just rolled through. It could see how Mark had started by accident now. Event was a go!
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SCC crossing the startline, and not fully realising it! |
We were already kind of spread out by the time we crossed the line, so any idea of forming into groups seemed to quickly go out the window. Aside from Paul beside me, I couldn't figure out if the other people I wanted to cycle with were ahead of or behind me. The fact that we were all in rain gear hiding jerseys didn't help the matter, obscuring the otherwise very vibrant and recognisable club colours. There was a bit of chatter with Paul but he ended up in conversation with another club member while pottering along. My legs were full of nervous energy, so I burst on ahead a bit just to get the legs going. I looked over my shoulder to check that Paul was still in my sight, hence me in his. He'd finish his chat and catch up to me, I thought. I also saw Andrew back track for his cousin who had just gotten a puncture - I figured I'd defintiely seem him soon enough as he is a very strong cyclist! After about 20km of going with the ebb and flow of the crowds of cyclists around me and wondering when Paul was going to finish his chat and join me, I came to a realistion - that person I had been sighting over my shoulder the last 45 minutes or so, that wasn't Paul!


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A series of pics of me not quite realising I'd completely abandoned Paul! |
Oops!
I cycled in indecisive limbo for about 10 minutes, occasionally have an opportunistic burst which a chance crowd, occasionally freewheeling, wondering about waiting up. Had I gotten really far ahead, had he passed me in the crowds and not seen me and vice versa as our jackets were not as recognisable as our jerseys? Early morning brain was not firing on all cyclinders and couldn't form logical thought. My phone was still sopping wet in my jersey pocket. Ah feck it, i figured we knew we were going to break at some point, just not necessarily this early, so just had to get on with it! Our paths may recoincide along the way.
So I was on my own now and master of my own destiny. I was keen to try and make more use of passing trains than last year, but struggled to find ones to stick onto. Either my legs hadn't quite warmed up yet, or these early morning trains were simply too much for me! I still kept giving it a go though, throwing caution to the wind - not my usual protocol on long rides - and was enjoying putting on little bursts to bridge gaps in groups and occasionally latching onto groups / trains for the drafts, something that was getting more successful as the miles ticked down. This focus on effort definitely made me take in less of my surroundings, but I did note certain landmark parts from last year. The drag of Epping Forest seemed a lot quicker / easier than last year for example. Another clear memory from the blur of wheel hugging as nearly stacking it on a wet manhole cover as I came onto a roundabout at Chipping Ongar, the pinch of the figure of 8 course, on the chase behind a particularly strong cyclist - one of those moments where the adrenaline makes you disregard it as it happens, but then you think back on how sketchy it was afterwards! The back wheel just skipped away from me as it slipped on the edge, only for the 40km/h speed to right me in a fraction of a second. Phew!
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Wheel hugging, a theme for the day |
My stomach was a lot more stable this year, and whereas the first half of my day last year was defined by numerous loo stops, this year my one and only stop loo was after after 50km and was back cycling within a minute (whereas same stop last year, we probably stopped for about 10-15 minutes, with leg loosening, bottle refilling, jelly refueling and the rest). I definitely had a lot more momentum now, and didn't really want the legs to cool down with uneccessary faff.
Similarly I didn't feel too much like stopping to change my gear just yet. I saw numbers of cyclists stop at the side of the road to remove rain jackets as the sun peered through the clouds momentarily, only to see them stopped on the side of the road 5 minutes later to put the jackets back on! I felt comfortable, so I just cracked on. There did also seem to be a notable number of cyclists on the side of the road throughout fixing punctures. This did give me a few paranoid moments on more bumpy surfaces, but I seemed to get away with it.
I did occasionally wonder about Andrew and Paul. Wondered if they were likely to catch me at any point soon, or if they had in some other train and I hadn't noticed. I kept marching on.
Over the course of these long rides, you tend to recognise people that you keep interchanging positions with over the course of the day. One of these people I decided to wheel hug for a bit, as he seemed to be quite strong / similar pace. Then coming through a dip, he seemed to come in too hot on a cyclist in front and touch tires, making him slow down dramatically and cause me to swerve out beside him. I used this opportunity to get ahead and give him a tow for a bit - however, on the next dip he did the same thing, this time touching my back tire! Quite an unsettling experience, and I went from thinking this was a good guy to pair up with to thinking he was an absolute liability! I quickly accelerated away and latched onto another passingtrain - another moment in the race that I did well not to think too much on afterwards.
The group I was in actually took me quite far, though I worked hard to stay in it, going for about 10km for a saw a similiar face (somehow, form behind) - my work colleague Mark - I had caught up to him, probably on about the 70km mark. It seemed like a good opportunity to drop off my current train and have a chat. I had always made it clear in the run up that I was going to do my thing and was going for a time, but I wasn't not going to stop for a bit of a chat - I was frankly surprised to have recognised him, passing so many cyclists during the day I certainly wasn't taking everything in! Soon enough though my legs were starting to cool down and I was getting antsy to get going again. I suggested he get on my wheel for a bit and see how we get on, but then promptly got swallowed up by a large group of cyclists passing through at pace. Within the chaos of this I could see that Mark was still in the mix behind me, but hardly conditions to chat anymore. I did in the midst of this come across Neil, another SCC club member previously recognisable by the large rain mack he had been wearing that morning. I tried chatting to him while also trying to pace in group while also trying to check Mark was still with us. Things where starting to get complicated!

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Catching up to Neil (Hi-viz left) and Mark (blue jersey), Mark prefectly hiddne by Neil in 2nd photo |
In the end different parts of the group surged at different times and we got split up. All in all we probably cycled together about 10km together, maybe chatted for 2! This brought us close to the half way point now, and the group I was in seemed to gradually disintegrate... or I dunno, maybe I just ran out of steam and fell off the back, can't really remember. We went over a flyover and were going back in a South West direction now, very much into a headwind. It probably wasn't even that strong, but a noticeable difference in drag have cycled with it the last couple of hours and generally being in a draft. There was only small little groups of people along this section of road, so trying to get out of the wind was difficult.
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Drafting, a kerb's POV |
Soon enough we passed through Felsted, the approximate halfway point and the location of the largest welfare stop where Paul and I managed to spend over an hour and a half last year, sitting on the grass in the sun. I took stock of myself - didn't need a loo stop, had only drank one bottle and had plenty of food in crossbar bag so I just continued on! I almost regretted this immediatley - with almost everyone around me going into the welfare stop - I found myself alone, a feeling compounded when I turned the corner in Felsted into a hefty headwind. Oh dear!
This feeling was thankfully shortlived. After about a km of grind a small train of maybe 6-8 cyclists passed me by. I took the opportunity and latched on. There didn't seem to be too many trains this part of the course, with lots of small pockets of struggling cyclists dealing with the wind. All aboard the train they got, and this group just grew and grew and grew. We swallowed up smaller groups of cyclists who latched on, and we in turn latched onto quicker groups that caught up to us. Over the course of 20km this group grew from a rag tag bunch of a half a dozen cyclists into a peloton of what felt like about 100 cyclists, a Super Blob (peloton possibly too elegant a word) taking up the two lanes of the road, consuming stray cyclists as it went - it was epic! I made the most of the draft, but equally tried to stay on the outside to avoid any dodgy moments, in a massive group of mixed abilities.
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Super Blob - The Beginnings |
I recognised the value of this Super Blob and worked hard to stay in it, knowing there would be a massive drop out of speed if I fell out of it. That is to say, there was a massive draft benefit in the group, but it was a lot of work to stay in it, sometimes just powering on the middle, sometimes helping bridge gaps at the front - it certainly wasn't easy! I was starting to feel it a bit. I had a pretty lean nutrition strategy to tavel as light as possible - double dextrose dose and double salt tablet dose in each bottle (with a spare double dose in the back pocket) and a bag of jellies. That was it. So far I had only consumed a bottle and a half (less inclined to drink with the shitty weather) and a handful of jellies. I had enjoyed throwing caution to the wind thus far but was starting to feel the burn.
I managed to stay with the group though, and while the Super Blob inevitably broke into smaller groups I got the benefit of the hardworking draft for pretty much 25 miles to the 3/4 mark in Chipping Ongar. Such was the momentum of the group I was tempted to keep moving, but ultimately I had to acknowledge I needed to top on on drink to get me through to the end. No loo break required (my high energy dosage low water strategy seemed to be working a charm in this respect), so I was very quick - one water bottle, and one energy drink made and I was done. I was making my way back to the bike when I heard a call from across the bike racks. It was 2 lads from Southgate Club. I didn't recognise them specifically - I'd met two many faces that morning to remember - but the jerseys where really clear, and equally they had recognized the club jersey through my semi transparent rain jacket. They introduced themselves (again) as Adrian and Oisín and said they'd wait for me if I wanted to cycle with them. I enthusiastically accepted their offer, but then immediately wondered what I was getting myself into. Up to now I had been a free agent, surging when I wanted from group to group, but crucially could also die off out of groups at will! Only after accepting their offer I was starting to question the condition of my legs too. And these guys were out and out cyclists - I didn't want to embarass myself!
We got going and immediatley I was chatting away with Oisín. He sounded english but the name was a give away and I found he was from Ireland.... Lietrim I think? The conversation inevitably got to hurling with me being a man of Kilkenny origins, but then inevitably after exhausting all my hurling knowledge in about 45 seconds had to admit I knew feck all about hurling as parents were of Dublin origins and as such I didn't have a hurley in my hand from day I could walk, as per standard Kilkenny protocol. Anway, I was chatting away to Oisín and we came out of a dip up a climb - while we were climbing, I started huffing and puffing and legs started burning deeply - I was utterly fuckered! Well it might have been also that Oisín was a particularly strong climber too, but my efforts in staying in the Super Blob and my lean nutrition strategy had definitely caught up with me. I tried staying with Oisín for 1 or two climbs after that but it really wasn't sustainable, then tried stayed with Adrian who was plodding at his own pace and catching up at the top, and to be honest that was work as well. 5km in for our 40km run in and this wasn't looking good! I did do better with them on the rolling sections, but these 5% plus climbs were killing me... and what was with all the hilliness all of a sudden?!
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A rare pic of me not flagrantly drafting someone |
I stopped to finally take my rain jacket off - probably an hour later than I should have but the sun was well and truly out. I politely told the guys no need to wait, as I felt I really was slowing them down, but I was impressed to see I had caught back up to them within a km or two - not impressed by my efforts to do so, but by their unselfishness to clearly hang back on the pace for me to catch them. This was in stark contract to my general approach to the day! There wasn't much chatter - I was just raggedly hanging onto the back at this point - but I appreciated the company all the same.

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Dying a death, trying to keep up with Adrian and Oisín
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We arrived back into the Great London Area and the point of convergence of the smaller 100km and 60km routes. So while there was no longer trains or pelotons at this stage we had reverted back to a chaotic mass of cyclists of mixed abilities descending on the capital - one definitely had to have their wits about them, and I definitely had to do a few sudden swerves to avoid sudden hazards ahead! This thankfully dissipated somewhat when we got onto the 4 lane Eastern Avenue. The extra space was welcome, but equally we were definitely exposed more to a head wind here. As we came up a steep kick up out of a long tunnel, my no-longer-climby-inclined legs failed me and I fell enough off the back of the group for the headwind to prevent me catching back up to it, without a heightened effort I was no longer capable of doing. I watched on helplessly as the group with Oisín & Adrian slowly pulled away from me, bit no other obvious people to draft. Ah well, nearly at the end anyway.
The route momentarily pulled away off the massive carriageway into some side streets in the West Ham area. Last year this was a point where I despaired on when this event was going to flippin end but this year I was a bit more mentally prepared through familiarity. It wasn't even that a long a diversion in reality - it's amazing how your state of mind can play tricks on you! I was back on the carriageway in no time and through the final Isle of Dogs tunnel which was about 2km from the finish line. One perplexing sight coming through this tunnel was seeing a guy on a scooter - not an electric one, just a plain old scooter, scooting along - with a race number and everything! What distance was he doing?! Even the shortest distance of 60km seemed a bit far fetched!
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Home straight |
The last 1km seemed really quiet. Where had all the cyclists gone? And how long is does it take to a do a final km? It felt like I was in Matrix 'bullet time' now, but not in any kind of cinematic way. Finally I rounded the corner onto the iconic Tower Bridge finish. All of a sudden it felt like I was surrounded by 100s of cyclists again. By my count there is approximately 20 million spectators on the bridge and the atmosphere was mighty (or maybe I was just running low on salts and borderline delusional) - it was great that the sun had come out the last 25 miles and it was a proper lovely day. I really did try to freewheel a bit and take it all in this time around. Amanda from the club had shared her location as she happened to be in London with Dai that weekend - it was reallygreat to see a familiar face on the bridge before the finish line.



Ride London 2024 done! [click link to see Strava activitiy]
Some stats from the ride (not official)
Riding moving time: 5 hours 30 minutes - 25 minutes quicker than last year.
Total Stoppages: 12 minutes - as opposed to 2 hours 17 minutes stoppages last year!!!
Total time: 5 hours 42 minutes - my fastest 100 miler, by about 45 minutes!
Average Speed: 30.2 kmh. Woot woot!
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Andrew Jansson crossing the finish seconds after me |
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Me deciding to flex my hamstring seconds after Andrew flexed his bicep for the cameras. I regret nothing |
Straight in behind me was Andrew, literally only 2 or 3 people behind! Turns out him and his cousin had had a nightmare with punctures, so after behind delayed by literally hours Andrew decided to smash the 100km route instead, and happened to align his finish exactly with mine. What a nice happy coincidence. I was also pleasantly surpised to see Adrian and Oisín only about 50m in the queue for the medals. For all the grim feeling of seeing them leave me for dust and disappear into the distance they had only finished about a minute or two ahead. After recieving our medals (which I was pleased to see where shiny and klinky and silver again - they obviously had recieved some 'feedback' on the previous years wooden medals!), we caught up to a bunch of the other club members who had finished in the past hour. This (as well as meeting Adrian and Oisín earlier) was what made it all worth it to be part of the club vibe on the day. Amanda and Dai also made their way around to find me to recount the day's summary with me and also kindly bought me a much needed can of coke . It was all a really lovely finish to the event.
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Happy Brian |
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SCC at the finish! |
APRÉS CYCLE
One of my cousins lives in London and I had arranged to meet her after the event somewhere in the city centre, so I broke away from the guys and made my way to Buckingham palace, using the 12km Freeride London circuit of closed roads they had for the day to encourage families out on bikes. It was really a great amenity on the day and so many young families were using it, I could barely move on it! It was a testament to how lovely the day had turned out that the grass was dry enough to lie on when I met my cousin in the park. We stayed their for a couple hours while a probably blathered incoherently about the day while we waited for Paul to come in. It was very pleasant altogether.
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Me and some clock
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Meeting my cousin Tracy in the Park!
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When Paul did finally arrive, it transpired he had had a bit of a day. he had cycled with a few guys from the club at least one of whom was on her first ever 100 miler. There had been a number of punctures and even helping out of some random strangers, but Paul was in good spirits - it sounded like it had otherwise been chilled out and social day with a few funny stories - probably a lot more write-aboutable than my day! I did miss the social aspect of being out with Paul for the day on the bike, and equally Paul wondered out loud about what might have been if we had ridden together at pace. I apologised for how we got spearated at the start but it was all good - the expectatation was that we'd do our thing, but equally it was disappointing not to have the banter at the start.
We were half waiting for Mark to finish too, but he promptly went back to his hotel after he finished. Turns out he saw a bunch of accidents (I saw none, but the aftermath of one or two) so he had backed right out of group cycling and just pottered it out at his pace.
Myself and Paul took in a bit of the atmosphere of the Pro Womens race which had now taken over the Freecycle circuit, before taking on the 25km cycle back to Enfield, where we caught some stragglers from SCC at the local cricket club and then another casual pub stop on the way home.
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Post ride pints! |
While it had started a bit grim, it had panned out to be a lovely day and a great weekend. I was pretty delighted with my efforts - I had gone fast enough to have scratched that itch on attacking the course, but with the conditions as well as the less than ideal preparation, there is enough there for me to think i could return and bring that time down even further.
Lastly a big shout out to Paul O Brien, who from January up to Ride London managed to lose 16kg! His 2023 vs 2024 finish line photos were frankly inspiring and encouraged me to get my act together on nutrition again in coming weeks up to Cotwsolds (6kg lost so far at time of writing). Fair play Paul, sure you're a grand fella altogether!