The ride started at 08:30hrs on a cold, grey morning the day the clocks went forward. Not only had we lost an hour’s sleep, but an hour’s morning daylight; I felt decidedly under prepared. That being said, I managed to stay with the lead group, which contained a number of the good riders from the Saturday training sessions, Andy Shaw amongst them, for the first 20 kms.
OK, I was dropped on the first serious climb but no surprises there, eh?
I found myself in the second group working hard to try and regain the leaders. I was heavily involved in the chase and took regular turns on the front, driving the group forwards, for the next 30 kms or so. I was dropped on another long hill, but, with the aid of a couple of other riders, managed to reattach to the second group just as we arrived at the picturesque town of Josselin.
Now, this turned out to be a real punch in the guts. I had worked like stink to reattach to the group and was hoping to take it easy and recover at the back for a few kms, but it was not to be. Josselin is at the bottom of a valley and there is no way out of the town but up, and as soon as I had regained the group, I was dropped again on another long climb. This time, I didn’t manage to recover and spent the remainder of the ride on my own in ‘No Man’s Land’.
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