of nervous energy, excitement and anticipation. This would be my longest bike
ride ever, in distance and time in the saddle. However the weather tomorrow was
looking very wet. If the weather forecast was to be believed I would be riding
from Prestatyn to Snowdon in driving rain with the wind gusting up to 50 mph on
Snowdon. After chatting things through with Paul the decision was made to delay
my ride by 24 hours. This would see the rain move away and the wind drop by
about 20 mph to a steady 24 mph with gusts of about 35 mph. The wind was going to
be a factor as it was blowing in a south easterly direction meaning that across
the coast I would be riding into it. Anyway only 24 hours before I set out.
5am. I had planned my route and worked out my checkpoints. I had 8 checkpoints
with no more than 1½ to 2 hours riding time in between. This was to enable me
not to carry to much fluid and kit. The first section was the longest at about
21.7 miles. If my planning was to be believed I would be riding for 13 hours with a
total ride time of 15 hours including breaks, but as we all know, you can have
the best plan on paper but when you actually do it all sorts of things can go
wrong and they all have a knock on effect on your time. So I knew my planned
riding time was only a guide line.
of bed I thought to myself that I was finally here, after a year of planning,
training and talking, the day had arrived. I was going to ride all the way to
Snowdon. It just felt like any other morning that I had set out on an early
morning ride. I had no nerves. I think over the last year I had entered a
number of organised rides ranging from 25 miles to 60 miles. So this felt just like
another one of those mornings.
banana and porridge with a cup of tea. Then check the weather, keep an eye on
the clock for my start time of 5am. Just enough time for a strong black coffee,
check the bike over, lock the front door and quietly slide the keys back
through the letterbox. Now I was locked out so I might as well start riding.
The time was 4:50 (ish). Time to engage the game plan.
speed of 12 mph, make sure I keep pressure of my legs to ensure I can keep going
all day, drink enough fluids every hour, fuel properly, gels, bananas, cakes
and bars. From my research I need to eat and drink before I feel I need to.
Little and often. Paul had a box of food in his campervan ready for me to tuck
into. I had a couple of gels in my bar bag and 2 litres of fluid. I knew that
drinking enough was going to be my downfall from previous rides. So I told Paul
that at every checkpoint if I arrived with fluid I must drink it before filling
up again. Dehydration was a real factor over such a long ride.
feeling really good. I had maintained an average speed of 16.7 mph and had been
making sure I was taking it easy on my legs. I rolled down the hill knowing
that Paul was not there yet as he had not passed me. I knew he was getting
there for 6:30 and I arrived at 6:13.
|Paul arriving at the 1st checkpoint|
fuel and fluids. I set off ahead of my leaving time wondering if I can maintain
my average speed and my time advantage. I had chosen to take some back lanes
rather than stay on the A51, however this proved to be a bit of a mistake.
Shortly after leaving Paul and following my Garmin I arrived at a gate blocking
my path with a sign pointing into the distance saying ‘Footpath’. As I stopped
at the gate there was a loud noise and I knew exactly what this was.
|Ready to ride from checkpoint 1|
spokes on my rear wheel had snapped and my wheel had a large buckle in it. The
wheel still went round but was rubbing on the frame quite a lot. So not only
did I have to retrace my steps back to the last village I had to arrange a
meeting point with Paul so I could straighten my wheel as I had not got a spoke
key with me.
|Broken Spoke, removed and trued the wheel|
after a bit of tweaking the wheel was spinning again and the buckle was almost
removed, however I was aware that I was now riding on a wheel that could buckle
quite easily again so we need to change the plan. Stay on the A51, Paul was
going to stay closer just in case and avoid any potholes. Paul contacted Anne
and asked her to search online for bike shops in Chester as I should be riding
through there at about 9am when they will be open.
after Nantwich by the canal. I had planned to have a nice coffee here and all
thoughts of the spoke issue where behind me as I had covered a number of miles
without issue. So much so I reached Tarporley and thought I must have missed the
checkpoint. I phoned Paul with my location to find out I was only a few miles
away from checkpoint three. So Paul said he would meet me there.
|Heading towards Nantwich|
section of the ride. Checkpoint three was about 56 miles away from the start and
the end of riding on a main road. It also ended the ‘boring’ part of my ride,
not that it was boring at all, but the ride would be more interesting from this
point on, or so I thought.
my pre-prepared pasta and a coffee, followed by a bar of chocolate.
a normal event ride would finish at but this was not even half way. Having said
that I had maintained my cadence at 90, and my average speed was 16.7 mph, I was
also still 30 minutes ahead of my predicted time. The spoke was still playing
on my mind but had not caused any further issue, so we decided that if I passed
a bike shop I would get it sorted.
canal to get through Chester. This is a really nice path that takes you through
the centre of the city and out on the North side where you link up with a
disused railway path all the way across the River Dee.
park where I had been promising myself a burger, but when I got there I just
wanted to carry on and reach the North Wales Coastal Path. The road from Flint
to Prestatyn was not a pleasure to ride and I don’t know why. It just seemed to
drag on for ages. This was a challenging stage really. The first time that I
had felt a bit discouraged, but only a bit.
bike shop in Rhyl that I knew I was going to ride past their front door. He
agreed to sort out my spoke and straighten the wheel. So checkpoint five which
was going to be Prestatyn was moved to Rhyl and ‘The Bike Hub’. There was a
café next door and this became my focus for lunch.
line and started heading along the north coast of Wales I became aware that I
was heading into the wind and this was going to be the same right up to Bangor,
which was about 60 miles away. The wind was a consistent 20 mph with gusts upto
30 mph. I knew this was going to affect my average speed, cadence and overall time.
wheeled my bike in. I knew this was going to take a bit of time but it would
also mean I could stop worrying about my wheel. I met up with Paul and we went
next door to the café. It felt nice to be off the bike and to be sat in a
different position, although nothing was aching I could feel my body having a
slight moan at me. I can’t remember what I had to eat, I think it was a Brie
and Cranberry panini and a Latte. No matter what it was I remember it being
very nice and a welcome break in the ride.
|The Bike Hub in Rhyl, replaced my spoke and trued the wheel|
from The Bike Hub all of my time advantage had been lost but I was not behind
either. However the ongoing wind was only going to slow my progress. The North
Wales Coastal path proved to be a winner, wide enough to pass the pedestrians
with enough room and smooth enough to maintain a decent speed. My bell wasproving to be a good investment. At over £20 it wasn’t cheap but people could
hear me coming and mostly moved out of the way. I thanked everyone as I past
and was greeted with smiles and lots of thank you’s. I’d recommend everyone
buys one if you are riding on a shared path. It saved me loads of time overall.
back on the road and turned my Garmin Navigation back on. I had one crossing
point available to me and that was the bridge next to Conwy castle. Paul phoned
me to see if I was okay as I was late for the checkpoint time. I was in Conwy
but behind time now, I’m sure it was the wind factor as I did not feel tired.
On reflection the wind played a part but I do think I was slowing a bit. I
still felt good, just not as fresh as before, having said that I had ridden a
fair distance by now.
|Pauls photo of Conwy castle|
realisation that I was only half way across the north coast I did have a moment
on the vast distance I had traveled and the distance still in front of me. I
had ridden from Conwy to Bangor before and did it in 1 hour, however I also
knew there were a couple of climbs to come.
that bad as I had remembered. Having said that I noticed I was in my lowest
gear and seemed to be going very slow up them. I started to consider Snowdon
and how it was going to be, although I will be changing to my mountain bike
which has a lower gear ratio on it so maybe the climb will be okay.
Bangor to find Paul was not there. He had gone to the cottage to drop off his
bike. We had hired a cottage at the base of Tryfan in the Ogwen Valley. Anne
and Kath had driven from home with the boys. They had just arrived as Paul got
there and this slowed him down a bit.
resting on a bench at the services when he arrived. A few more supplies and the
final leg of my ride. This next section was only 10 miles and uphill on the most
part towards Llanberis.
to Llanberis but such a hard ride. I was feeling it and crawling along. I was
aware of a headache which I knew all to well. I was dehydrated although I
thought I’d drunk enough. I had snacked throughout my ride, but my body was
feeling it now. I rolled into Llanberis thankful to see the car park and Paul
waving me in. In all honesty I felt okay, but knew I was starting to struggle.
riding up Snowdon from 5pm. I swapped my stuff over to my mountain bike and
headed off to the base of Snowdon. I rode Snowdon last Summer and it took me 2
hours to reach the summit and only 30 minutes to get back down to the car park.
So I decided to grit my teeth and get on with it. But shortly into the climb
and I was off the bike, the path does involve a fair bit of pushing the bike
but I was doing it more than I should. I had no power in my calves. In no time
at all I could feel them cramping and the summit was looking like a bigger
challenge than I had the energy for.
|Changing bikes in Llanberis|
looking up at the path disappearing into the distance, and walking on parts
that I know I should be riding. I could see Halfway House in the distance so I
decided to reach that and take a break, have a bite to eat and decide what I
should do. Still a fair way to go and now the cramping was getting worse, I had
a bit of a dizzy spell and wondered what I should do.
Halfway House. So close to the summit in the scheme of things, how can I turn
back, being so close? So I pushed on and reached Halfway House. I sat down feeling
deflated, had I come as far as I was going to go. I looked up to the summit
which was still out of view, the clouds were closing in and time was running
out. So the decision was made to end my climb there. I was running on empty,
the weather was changing, the wind was picking up, the light will be fading
very soon and I still had to get down.
choice. So I decided I would be a happy successful failure. I had ridden 137.5
miles in under 15 hours. I had given all I had up to that point. I got back on
the bike and turned back down the path away from the summit. I rolled 100 yards
and stopped to question my decision and after running the same questions
through my head I continued to roll down Snowdon, picking up more speed.
now Snowdon behind me I regretted my decision, but I know it was the right
thing to do, and I still feel the same. I regret not reaching the summit, I
failed in my attempt to ride from Staffordshire to Snowdon. I also succeeded
massively on so many levels.
10 miles a week weighing nearly 3 stone more. I had ridden every week for over
a year, ever increasing my distance, average speed and many other things. I am
fitter now than I have ever been.
bike ride, in under 15 hours.
the end, but it is not. This is a stepping stone along the way, yes the summit
eluded me and I failed to complete the challenge, but a year from now when I
have achieved more goals and reached higher levels in fitness and stamina, I
will look back on the Snowdon challenge as I now look back at myself a year ago
and laugh at how I failed such an easy goal.
let it be the end,
|Anne, the conquer|
While away we also celebrated our 20th Wedding Anniversary. The lake in the picture is the very spot that I asked Anne to marry me. It was a special day for so many reasons and a walk into the hillside that has an even greater meaning for us both now is so many ways.
|The actual spot I asked Anne to marry me, 20 years earlier|
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