On Saturday I decided to have a rare run around FtD with Mr Toast. He duly killed his speed (not the wife), and I certainly ramped up my speed to keep up with him. He noted that I was slower than when I had been on the Meta, but overall I didn’t do too badly. I think he found the waiting around in between sections a bit tedious though.
Him: Go now?
Me: Yeah-no, wait, there’s someone coming.
[Biker goes by]
Me: Er, not yet, that guy’s friends are about to come by
[Bikers go by]
Me: Yeah, go…oh wait, someone’s coming…
In my defence, whilst riding the trail I did have to launch myself into the soft, soft bracken twice as much faster riders approached – it completely breaks what little flow I have. Although in their defence, they were perfect gentlemen, saying things like, “You don’t have to move for me!” and a cheery “You should keep going!”. Awesome encouragement, but I wonder whether they’d still be saying as I pootle through the section at a third of their speed…:P
With Mr Toast’s encouragement I did the long section 8, and rode it at a reasonable speed. The jumps I could have done with tackling with a bit more speed, as I could have been a lot more stable, but otherwise I was pretty pleased with myself. It’s funny, I’ve been putting it off since I started biking again this year, mainly because I’ve mentally built it up into something that it’s not. Yes, it’s quite a fast bit of track, with jumps, but nothing I can’t handle, and I even came out of the climb the other end a lot better than I had last year.
I’d say overall that my fitness (and knees) have improved, I just need to get my confidence back up to start tackling stuff at a decent speed again.
Random event of the day: nearly running into a lady of advanced years who thought that having a little walk on Ill Phil’s Hill was a good idea…
Ride: Cannock Chase
Highlights: I think section 13 was a highlight today
Bad bits: Not being as fast as I was on the Meta. Curse cheating full-sussers!
Post ride food snaffled: Dotty Cookie
Good dogs seen: Bit of an exotic batch. There was what I think was a shar-pei and a St Bernard, plus a sweet puppy that seemed to have the head of a russel, the body of a corgi, and the soft folds of skin around the ankles of a bassett hound. Believe me, it was a good combination.