Weight is everything or so my previous posts would have you belive.
Final weigh-in 83kg. Mission accomplished. Had to go for a ten minute walk at 06:30 but I got there.
Six days and ten hours to go. All that remains now is a few spins to keep everything ticking over and make sure that myself and a bike arrive at the start in working order
This might sound simple but last year I left all my food and water bottles in the car that I had no key for, Four years ago I started the Etape with cranks that were loose and last year I cycled Etape Act I with a pedal that was cracked and Act II dressed in short sleeves through hail storms.
Today I went for a short spin and noticed a new noise that had appeared when in a higher gear. I dismounted to discover that my chain was running outside the rear derailleur. This happened earlier this year and so when I changed the chain and cassette last week I did it in front of Nic to ensure I did it correctly. So how did it get that way? I can only assume that the derailleur had come loose. This would explain the noise I had been try to resolve for the past month.
I think it’s okay now but Ger is going to take a look for me tomorrow.
The business end of the year is here. A beautiful sunny Sunday morning greeted us when we arrived in Greystones at 06:30. The shoreline Leisure centre is where Katie Taylor displayed her Olympic Gold medal to the people of Greystones. I’m hoping that is an omen for me.
Hugh, Brendan and I powered around the 200km for our annual sufferfest. Meanwhile Jaclyn completed her first Sportive without any fuss or bother. She was back in Greystones by noon waiting for us.
Hugh reckons that his annual trip to Wicklow is a great barometer of his good health. Today was his eight and I hope he has many more. I have my eye on Twenty.
The day went well. I managed to keep with the pace for most of the day and finished strongly. Only 12 more Wicklows to go …
Well just failed to make the top 10 but was sixth of all the MAMILs.
The day went to plan (sort of). Was probably a bit slow up the Conor pass but don’t think I could have pushed any harder and finish as strong as I did. I suffered a lot at the tip of the peninsula. Tried to cling on to the lead group in the hope of opening a gap at those behind.
The plan failed for two reasons:
1) I blew up and struggled until a group came up from behind.
2) We all stopped in Dingle, regrouped and had a neutralised start until out of town. All that effort for nothing 🙂
After Dingle the fun started. Didn’t try to stay with the lead group for long. Eventually a group of around 8 sorted ourselves into a train and powered to the foot of Slibh Mis.
The blue line on the road said 5km to the top; 8 became 4, Blue line said 2km;4 became two. Blue line said 1km; 2 became 3 when we caught the rider in front. Blue line said 500m; 3 became 2. We crested the Hill and raced down the hill. Crossed the line at the Wetlands Centre.
It was a terrific 3 days and I feel that I have come on a lot this year. Is it enough?
Relaxing after sign in. I was cheered last night when the times for Stage 1 and places for Stage 2 were posted on the net.
Came 12th (9th in MAMIL category) on day one and my time was very good. I also did not do a badly as I thought on day 2. Will insert exact placing later when I have a chance. Part of me wishes I had gone harder yesterday but really I know I was not capable.
Will give it all today. Plan is easy, easy until last 20km. I am going to spin up Curraghmore leaving others in my wake 😉
I woke this morning after a sound 8 hours sleep ,suprised by, but suspicious of how well I felt. I mentioned this to one of my fellow cyclist over porridge. He advised me that feeling good was indeed a portent of disaster just as I had feared. He left me with one piece of advise that I mulled over as I pedalled gently to the start. ‘Go slow at the start or you’ll die entirely’. Not wishing to die, even partially, I followed his advise. It didn’t work.
I took the Hills steady but suffered all the way including up Curraghmore before descending into Tralee.
Tomorrow I will face Curraghmore once again before arrriving back in Tralee.