Last Friday, after a tough day training people I decided I would embark on my first big training run.
I also thought it would be an awesome opportunity to practice a bit of night riding! So at nine O’clock I put on my whitest T-Shirt (safety!) and cellotaped my back light to the Eagle before setting off home.
By “home” I am refferring to my parents house in deepest West Sussex, 85km from London. I had never done the trip before so I had the trusted atlas of the UK in the ruck sack, along with a bike pump and some vegetables and Organic mince (No sugar!) I also had my brother’s ipod with three hours of Ricky Gervais Podcasts on it (featuring Carl Pilkington)!
As I set off I was revelling in the feeling of adventure. I knew where I wanted to go but I really wasn’t sure how to get there or how long it would take. Along the way I saw drunks coming out of pubs, chatted with a tramp in horsham, saw sleeping cows in west sussex and cycled right by a horrific car crash. All this to a Ricky Gervais Soundtrack!
But what a journey! How great it was to cover ground at the speed that nature intended, enjoying the journey as much as the desination, although I will admit my butt was very happy to get to the destination when I arrived at 2am!
Having completed the journey I certainly felt a sense of achievement and slight fear as to the amount of cycling we will be doing on the tour (Five times this much) . Oh well…..Bristol this weekend.
