First Thursday night ride of the new year that I’ve got out on, and I was SUFFERING.
Straight out the Stubbings and up the hill to Heptonstall. Not a great start even if you’re on form, but by the time we hit the trafficlights by the Fox and Goose I could tell I wasn’t firing on the right number of cylinders.
Ed practically dragged me up to Heptonstall, and whilst the descent of Blue Pig was fun, the climb to the top of Nutclough was awful. Then Kelvins extended classic requiring a hike up to the top of Old Town, I bailed on the climb when even Chipps couldn’t humour me to the top.
Turned around, picked up the nice bit of tech bridleway and opened the gates for the A-Team arriving back down. Seems I didn’t miss too much in terms of tech, so was all good – and the run down Nutclough was top stuff as always – the Ti Summer Season sample just rocking with slightly too soft tyres and forks (which probably didn’t help me going up).
A pint and a half of Landlord in the Stubbings rounded the evening off nicely. And sure enough, this morning the cold monster has crept up on me. Lungs a bit congested. All the kids are off with various ailments. I’ll see if I can get to the hospital for a wrist-X-Ray to find out why I can’t move it right (but it’s ok on the bike). Odd.
