Saturday, 57 miles ride, 5hrs 40min, 1900m climbing
The weather was good and I was in the mood for a long ride - especially after last night's temptation towards the darkness and the fact that I had a lovely new coat in a delivery on Friday night.
I packed an extra warm layer, spare leggings and the coat and wore thick gloves, hat, buff and a softshell jacket with venting. The leggings were long but not fleecy, given a gentler weather forecast. I have to admit, I didn't think I'd wear the coat but it was a good audax load to train with.
I had a broad plan to ride to Buxton, head over some favourite roads around Kettleshulme and then back via Chapel en le Frith and the Snake. I headed out to the peak via Hathersage, turning off to Great Hucklow because I wanted to ride smaller roads and stopped in Tideswell for lunch where I was served awesome pea and ham soup and washed it down with ginger pudding.
I wiggled then over to Buxton around the ugly Fairfield quarry but on obtaining Buxton, I ran out of courage and faith that I could still be in a reasonable state for tomorrow if I did anything other than wobble home. However, it was my intention to wobble home, not go directly so there was still plenty of fun to look forwards to.
I briefly touched on the A6 then took a back road away around Harpur Hill. Still heading South so I turned for King Sterndale and attained an ominous sign that said there was no access to the A6 - which I actually wanted to cross, not access. After some map deliberation I decided to push my luck and see how far I could get on a road that petered out into (at best) an un-claimed trail or at worst, a private road.
I rode through the lovely hamlet, past the church and the village green until the road deteriorated into the track I was expecting then headed off down a steep hillside. I peered over the edge - there was an alternate footpath but that went steeply through a field and crossed the railway at an undefined point. I hedged my bets with the trail and walked my bike down the steep slope as the tyres were incapable of grip on the wet rocks and leaves.
To my joy, the track continued over a stone bridge above the railway and descended further downhill to the A6. Mission accomplished.
Unfortunately I couldn't access the path on the other side. It was a proper footpath so I climbed back out on my bike on the A6 and descended again down into Millersdale before turning for Litton to avoid a second pass of Tideswell.
Foolow was next followed by Eyam where I forgot to turn left but I was in the mood for a walk so I went down a narrowing lane then got off and pushed my bike along a footpath through the trees for some way.
Having enjoyed the occasional walk on the TNR, I enjoyed my woodland ramble quite a lot. I made a joke of it as 4 wool-coat clad loveys walked the otherway, saying, "Don't ask, I just fancied a walk with my bike, OKay?". Thing is, that was exactly what I fancied.
Down the steep Sir William Hill, (can't believe it's a race the other way) and over to Grindleford where I knew where I was going - straight home, finally. I hauled up Froggat so slow and hungrily that I nearly made a deal with myself to stop at the Costa in Broomhill but eventually decided on the direct ride home, sucking it up until I got back to the house and stopping only to buy my dinner on the way home. Better to save the money for more adventures hey?
I had sore shoulders at Sainsburys so I guess I need to do some more 60 mile rides before I progress into longer distances but it felt good to be ready to do that much at least. In order to get my purchases in my bag I had to put on my new coat which was fine as I needed another layer for the cold down hill to my house. I congratulated myself on chosing a size that will fit perfectly over the contents of rear pockets full of stuff in a fleecy jersey. So the coat got a wear and I am officially pleased with it.
Friday, 17 miles ride to work and home via town
See previous post
Thursday - rest dayRecovering from the long drive home on Wednesday evening. I got to the end of the day and realised I had forgotten my turbo trainer for turbo. The thought of borrowing one was all the excuse I needed not to go.
Wednesday - 4.4 mile run, 54:41
Despite a rubbish night's sleep, I was awake at 6:30am. Blessed the service engineer for suggesting a 10am start and got myself out for a run along the Grand Union Canal fuelled by nothing more than a biscuit. SO pleased I reccied the local area on google maps / bikehike the night before and indulged in simple run down the canal one way and back on the other side.
It was beautiful in the clear morning air and I watched the sun rise on a very frosty (but dry) landscape.
A day on site put me at 14000 steps for the day.
I drove from Aylesbury to Worksop for a massage which left me a bit nasal and wobbly but was well worth it given what's coming up... Well, whether it was worth it or not, I enjoyed the chat! I left Jackie's very motivated.
A surprise hotel in the South of England got me into the gym because I forgot my head torch for running. I at least put in 3x10 squats of 10kg and some bridge once I got to the hotel gym. I was tempted by a dip in the pool but it was only 16m long and I was hungry so that had to wait.