The day after my longer commute I felt tired. I put it down to a combination of a tough week at work, racing and the slightly longer ride, and had a nice rest on Friday. On Saturday I was planning to rest as it was the Lake District Mountain Trial on Sunday and I’d entered the Classic (was the men’s route). I won the women’s last year and had really been looking forward to it this year. But:
- They announced it was to be from Mungrisdale – cue lots of tussock and bog
- The forecast was appalling
- I felt exhausted and nauseous
- My Achilles was giving me more pains than normal.
So on Saturday I made the call that I was not going to race. I find it a hard decision to make, not turning up to a race and giving it a go, despite knowing that it is the best decision! I made arrangements with a friend to return the trophy and let the day pass. On Sunday, the forecasted weather did not quite get going although it wasn’t that pleasant out, and I felt a little better. Enough for P to persuade me that some exercise would be good for me, so we went out locally from the house for 17 miles of muddy tracks and trails, including a visit to the sea at Ravenglass where the route was flooded. We ended up riding through the sea (something we’ve done before on a night ride in the dark!). I felt better for the fresh air but more exhausted than I should have done for such a meagre mileage and slow pace.
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