Was up early this morning again. Peter and Isobel were going whitewater rafting again and I was going on a training ride.
As Peter needed the car I had sent a text to a friend who is our support rider, asking for a lift. Richard and his partner Jan and Richard's daughter turned up spot on time. Jan is our support driver. Becky was along for the ride.
It was a lovely sunny morning and I was looking forward to the ride. Only four of us turned out despite the fact that it was supposed to be the last 'dress rehearsal' before the actual ride. There was Richard and myself and the two boys we are supporting, Neil and David. Mike our long suffering leader was suffering from a dislocated toe which he tells us he did on the beach on holiday!
However the first hill we came to I felt like my legs were empty. Don't know if it was the aftermath of the shock of yesterday or what but I struggled up and then my chain fell off (for the second time today).
We got to Bolton Abbey in really good time and met up with Mike, Jan and Becky. A cup of coffee, a scone and a chat and we were off back again. By this time the sky had clouded over. I set off leading the group so that we kept the pace down to a reasonable level.
When we got to a fairly protracted hill I told the lads to overtake me as it was evident that I was going to be slower than them. I started losing ground after that and knew my muscles weren't playing ball with me. When we met up with the support crew again it was pouring with rain. I decided to bail out of the ride then, one, for myself and two, so that I didn't hold them up in the rain. Twenty miles done.
The lads did well and got back safely.
I got home and had a bath and felt better for it.
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