So, that's the route profile of the 117 mile version of the Dragon Ride that I managed to complete on Sunday - much to my delight and relief.
I hope I don't bore you with the details, but here's a quick run through of how the day went:
Took the option to cycle down to the start from the Careys house (they're my sister's in-laws and looked after me amazingly all weekend). It added an extra 4 or 5 miles to the day's riding, but proved wise, as it meant I didn't have to break down and assemble the bike, and also avoided the inevitable traffic problems at the start.
That meant I got down to the start fairly early, and got away in the fourth or fifth batch of
starters. The negative side of this was that I was in with a whole bunch of clearly pretty serious club riders. There was then the slightly disheartening sensation of having people whizzing past me at a speed much higher than I was prepared to attempt at that point in the day.
That slight depression was immediately lifted by my first wave and cheer from my sister and the Careys, from where they'd parked up in a layby just after the start. It really does make all the difference.
I was clearly a bit nervous - mainly about whether I could actually do the distance, which was 50% further than I'd ever done before - so as a result my heart rate was pretty high for the first ten miles or so, but it soon settled down as I got into the meat of the ride.
That came pretty quickly, with a few short sharp climbs as leg-warmers before the first climb of
The Bwlch. I'd never done this sort of long, steady climb before - you just don't get them in Surrey - and so I decided to just take it steadily, get into a rhythm, and see how I went. The fruits of my hard labour on the turbo trainer in the last couple of weeks were immediately obvious, as I instinctively slipped down to a steady cadence of 65 and eased my way up the climb.
You don't go right up to the summit on this first climb - just to a kind of 'col' which goes into a
quick descent, but is then followed almost immediately by the climb of the Rhigos. Everything I'd read before the ride had talked more about the Bwlch, but I actually found this climb harder. It's perhaps more of a psychological thing, because this climb snakes around the side of the mountain, so you can see a long line of cyclists ahead of you at all times, and exactly how far
you've got to go.
Again though, I just got into a steady pace, kept my heart rate manageable and kept pedalling. The first feed station was at the top of this climb, where my support team were waiting for me
with ready-filled water bottles, energy gels and most importantly, cheerful encouragement.
At this point, my legs felt pretty good and I was positive about the 90 miles to come. There was another long fast descent, so I barely had to turn a pedal for 5 miles - again something I've not experienced before. At the bottom of this descent was the split where you had to decide whether to take the 130 or 190 km route. I always knew that I was going to have to do the 190km route, but at this point I was feeling great, so I didn't think twice.
It was as the route began to head across the Brecon Beacons national park that those thoughts started to occur to me. I was on my own, surrounded by nothing but sheep and heathy land, and although the road didn't look like it was rising much, my speed had dropped significantly. Perhaps I should have studied the route profile a bit more closely, because you can see from the map above that in fact, this section climbs to almost the same height as the Rhigos again.
I was starting to struggle as I got close to the second feed station at the Cray reservoir, feeling out of energy and a tiny bit disorientated which is not a good sign. At least the Kulkarni/Careys were waiting for me, and I tried not to let on how rough I was feeling. I did have a little lie down while I got my breath back, but knew that I had to get back riding before I completely seized up.
If anything, I felt worse as I headed away - very nauseous - but there was another long descent to get me back into the swing of things. My strategy had always been to treat the ride as four 30 mile sections, in a bid to make the whole enterprise seem a bit more manageable. Although I was only half way at this point, I knew this third section was the crucial one. If I could get to 90 miles, I'd know that I was going to finish.
Luckily, this was the easiest section - mostly downhill, with just one short hill to break it up. That was until the sting in the tail - the steep drag up to the final feed station at Cimla, which I think caught a lot of people by surprise, and led to quite a few people walking up.
Because I'd been a bit quicker on this section, I actually beat my support team to the feed station, but it was nice to catch a bit of shade under some trees while I waited a few minutes. The weather was great all day - sunny and hardly a breath of wind - but this meant that it was now starting to get a bit hot.
This was to prove the major difficulty on the final section. After a short descent, there was now a long climb back up to the Bwlch from the Afan valley, with a fair bit of uphill stuff before the 'official' climb started. By now the sun was absolutely beating down, and with no wind at all, it got really hot - I'm not sure my all black ensemble was the best choice.
Again I just got into a steady rhythm, and tried to concentrate on keeping my breathing and
pedalling as smooth as possible. For the first time on the ride, I was overtaking a lot of people, and not reallybeing overtaken by many. It was just a case of getting your head down and getting through it. After somewhere between 20 and 30 mins, it was great to finally reach the summit, and I even managed to put a bit of a sprint on. There were a fair few people sitting on the narrow verge up here, but I felt pretty good now, and headed down the quick couple of miles to the junction where we'd crested the Bwlch earlier in the day.
I caught up with the support team for the last time here, for a quick chat while they had an ice cream, but by now I was keen to get the whole thing over with. I knew there was just the short climb of Llangeinor to come, and when I got to the top of that, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the hard work was pretty much over.
There was a great tailwind for the last 7 or 8 miles, and I tried to make the best use of it, doing the last ten miles at an average
above 20mph. I finally finished in 9hrs 19mins 50secs. That's a
pretty slow time, but I'd tried to enjoy it, and tried to spend a bit of time with the family, so I wasn't too downhearted. The important thing was to finish, and I actually had a fair bit of energy left in reserve at the end, which bodes fairly well for the Etape, which is a bit shorter, but with a much harder final climb.