11 July 2022

“Hey, Chris, fancy a Sunday ride in The Lakes in July?”

A teaser from Simon Warren (AKA 100 climbs) about a prospective ride is always a good one.

“Potentially, what you thinking; Blea Tarn, Wrynose, Hardknott and back again?”

No. National 100. Keswick to Cockermouth and back, four times. Four hours. Road bike.

“Let me get back to you on that, Simon”

I didn’t think any more of it, until I woke at 0230hrs about three weeks ago, and thought I’d see how many laps of Richmond park I could do before it opened to traffic at 0630hrs.

A dozen, plus one for luck, it could be on. So on closing day, I signed up.

On July 10 Simon Warren, Andy Critchlow, and I fist bumped in Braithwaite. Conditions good. It’s only four hours. Nothing silly. Keep a steady pace.

Andy’s words were warm and sage: “Your form is good. Whatever you do, don’t go out too hard. I’m planning my last 25 to be my fastest; keep a lid on it, the drag heading west will feel like Alp d’Huez later.“ I couldn’t help but sprint away from the line. I was anxious. I wanted a cushion in case of mishap.

Andy steamed past a few minutes in, his torso so still, so smooth. Simon was going well too, shouting encouragement, and likely a joke every time we crossed.

The first two laps went to plan. I split it into five or so sections in each direction. I set little rules, like have a drink at this bridge; change from the hoods to the drops at that junction.

I dared not look at the Garmin after hour one, petrified the margins were so fine id lose my head if I saw it reading the wrong number at the wrong time.

Photo Brian Jones: www.kimroy_photography.co.uk

Lap three and brother Ben was at the prearranged lay-by. I didn’t take a bottle. On the return i was making a pass at just the wrong moment. A small decision. It could have sunk the whole endeavour.

The last 15 miles was awful. Horrendous. In the space of about 15 minutes id went from being in control, to being at my body’s mercy.

I couldn’t get comfortable. I had to change position every few seconds. Everything was screaming. This was survival.

The last few miles took an eternity.

I heard Ben shout “YESSS” as I crossed the line. I collapsed into the three-foot wide overgrown verge just beyond the timekeepers.

Consumed by cramp and exhaustion, it was about half an hour before I could move.

Look at those happy faces! Simon (l) and Chris (r) bask in the glory of a new club record.

Andy a 03:34, me a 03:57, Simon a 04:14. The club team 100 record. Something to show for the kerfuffle – top work chaps!

Kind messages on the club Whats App groups. Ben charting us through cancellations, delays, and overcrowding on the train back south. My wife, who’d taken charge of the family for the weekend. To you all, thank you.

“What next?” messaged Ralph de Kanter. “Erm, Burger King..” I replied

Quite the weekend. And it isn’t just my front derailleur who would like a word, Mr 100climbs…

Share Page


Related Posts

Summer evening TTs underway

The Norwood Paragon’s summer evening TT season got underway this week – Tuesday 7 May – with a great turn out on the Newdigate circuit near Dorking in Surrey. Nerves

Read More »

Chris Batch

It is with great sadness that we have to announce the death of popular former member Chris Batch. Chris was involved in an accident in Hurstpierpoint, Sussex on February 21

Read More »

2024 club subs are now due

A message for all our wonderful members! 2024 club subs are now due for renewal. In fact, they have been since 1st of November. There’s not a night goes by

Read More »