Today was my second day riding The Full Monty, no not naked riding but riding all the way to Bedfont Lakes, an impressive 24 miles. At around 3pm I glanced out of the office window. The words deluge, torrential and downpour came to mind. Mmm I thought “The dry spell has broken in a spectacular fashion”. I decided the leave the office at 4pm, ostensibly so that I could arrive home at a reasonable hour. When I left it was still a veritable deluge. It didn’t let up either, oh no, not until Wandsworth. Only then did it stop raining, slightly…
By now I was completely soaked. My socks were squelching in my shoes which were squelching with every turn of the pedals. My hands had gone all wrinkly and my toes had acquired a numb feeling quite unlike anything I had ever felt. Anyway, as I soldiered on through the rain. Fighting wind that was determined to always blow me back the way I had come. I entered an almost zen-like state of tranquility. I shut myself off to the unforgiving environment and just…was. I concentrated on my pedalling, reasoning that with every stroke I would be a little closer to home and food and a bath.
Then it happened, bonk, I hit the wall. My body simply ran out of useable energy and started to look elsewhere. This resulted in a slight sick, dizzy feeling. Soon my legs were like lead weights only heavier. My speed dropped to 5mph and shamefully I was overtaken by a Brompton.
Then I saw Sainsbury’s and admitted defeat. After a nice walk along the aisles of dreams I was as right as rain(with the help of a high protein energy bar) and continued on my journey.
Note to self: eat more carbs at lunch-time you silly sausage(as Jake would say).