Okay, okay, I know it won’t last and I know there were loads of people faster but it’s still good to be King for a day and 1/118 is good.
To be honest I don’t think I ever would have expected to be posting times like this.
Felt that I was going Okay until the first climb but found it tough then I was pushed up ‘Powers the Pot’ by Mike and Terry.I wasn’t able to match them on the climb but I clung on and crested The Hill wth them. Quick stop for water and got caught on my own until Mahon Falls. I struggled up it.
It was after Mahon Falls that I came into form. I made good time and no one could stay with me. At the foot of Maam Road I was passed by two Dungarvan CC riders. Tried to stay with them but couldn’t. Made it to the top then soloed the whole way back without seeing another rider until I joined up with finishers on the 100 km route.
Great fun. The Comeragh Challenge is a great spin every year
‘You should take a photo of my helmet and put it on your stupid blog thing’ said Hugh as he sipped on his coffee. ‘It has been all over the world. I’m buying a new one later and today is it’s last spin’
Hugh’s helmet had been all over Sligo/Leitrim, up most of the great climbs of France, many of them several times, it has done the Wicklow 200 five times and it had gone up the Alto de Letras in Colombia.
‘Get your own blog, my readers aren’t interested in such trivia, your very self absorbed, Hugh
Nearly 15 hours after we started in Bedoin myself rode into the clouds sitting atop Mount Ventoux and arrived at the summit of le Geant.
One line rider gripped the summit pole, his bike lying lifeless on the ground. He seemed to be trying to take in the magnitude of what he had achieved.
‘Oh us? This is our fourth time cycling up to day’ I still remember him standing there with his mouth dropped open and a distance stare in his eyes as we posed for this photo. I almost felt bad for busting his bubble but 187 km and 6000m of accent including over 10 km off road climbing we had to tell someone and he was the only one around.
The price of Glory.
Well I’ve gotten trimmer but got to get a trimmer.
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 …
Silver Medal 6hrs 55 min
Average speed 22.4kph Max speed 77.6kph
A wet and miserable start meant that I got nowhere near my Gold medal. After 2 hours of cycling I was 20 Mins slower than last year. I slowly clawed most of it back and finished a couple of minutes slower than last year on a slightly different route.
I had a fantastic day and enjoyed the ride immensely.It really is a beautiful and challenging route with endless steep sharp hills. I feel I paced myself much better than last year and raced home from Princeton to the finish. I powered along the river valley in the last 20km trying to catch last years time. Great buzz flying along in a group of about six of us.
Wasn’t too disappointed about time as I know I did my best and could not have done better
At least I know my goal for 2013- Gold medal in the Dartmoor classic
The weather has been changeable but it has finally decided to be wet and stormy. The chairs are blowing up and down the balcony of my 7 th story apartment. Its going starry wet tomorrow and then improve with occasional showers. I’m not optimistic about my gold medal chances but I plan tho enjoy the day