Well ....... that didn't go quite according to plan
There were some really good bits of the ride- great to meet Ella and sit in the sun outside Fortes in Colwn Bay. The scenery of the coast route was fantastic.
Bad bits were getting myself a bit confused on navigation because I had stupidly joined the out and back routes together and couldn't tell them apart on my Garmin. Ended up riding the return route on the way out more than once. No idea why I did such a retarded thing, must have been in a rush last week. Lesson learned spend more time creating my own routes instead of being lazy next time. The multiple choices of route confused my addled brain!
Having survived riding almost entirely on my own for 205km (I am too slow to join groups at the moment really) into the stonking headwind and having 45 mins in hand, I was horrified to find the wind turned and there was STILL a bloody head wind as I left Holyhead
It was to be a strong cross/headwind on the way back too. And it even had the temerity to start to rain. It was fantastic the cafe remained open at Holyhead country park right to the bitter end. Very friendly service
Then ran into stomach problems (this is becoming a pattern, really suffered for the 2nd half of my 300 too). I think when I'm pushing myself to ride something I'm not really fit enough to do my body now says 'no' in this way
As I rode into Bangor I realised all those nasty gradient bridges up and down over the A road on the cycle path lay ahead. I was having stomach cramps and therefore getting slower. Any chance of a sleep had disappeared. Did I want to slog away to Abergele only to be out of time or without time to sleep? I decided it was a no. At that point I was within the time limit and could have got to Abergele by 3am if I could have maintained the same pace, but I thought I couldn't.
So I rode to Bangor Travelodge at 1am who didn't have any rooms but turned a blind eye to me sleeping on the floor in the foyer. It was a bit cold and hard but probably better than what had been ahead of me on the road. The first train was at 9.15am so had to hang around and munch a full English breakfast and get more sleep in the Little Chef when it opened.
On the train I was joined by Drew who had ploughed on out of time to Abergele and packed there. He had a ticket to Crewe which I pointed out was over 30 miles from the start. So he got off with me at Chester and we went to Stockport which left only a 5 mile flat pootle back to Poynton. We could undoubtedly have got back sooner if we had cycled, but would have been wrecked so I think was the right decision. Both of us would have survived it without the bastard wind so put that one down to bad luck.
The big question now is am I going to be fit enough for the WCW600??