On Sunday last week, Sam Borin and I cycled coast to coast
to raise money for
charity. Despite scrutinising maps beforehand, we ended up partially
working out a route on the fly:
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It had taken me eleven hours since we left
Boustead Hill on the Solway Firth, and I had cycled 92½ miles (making it the
longest ride I've ever done by 17½ miles), including about twelve miles just to
get to the starting line. My total mileage in the Monday to Sunday week (not
the way I normally measure it, which uses Shabbos as the divider) was 145
miles.
In total it took thirteen hours from when Sam and I left the house to
catch the train to Carlisle, and as you can see from the photos below I was
beginning to run out of daylight by the end. And more importantly, perhaps, I
had raised £1067 (or £1275 including Gift Aid) for three worthy charities.
(Indeed, I still have a couple of promised donations to come in, so the final
total will be a bit higher.)
I'd described this as being the longest and hardest cycle I'd ever done;
surprisingly, it was the first of these but not the latter. In the run-up to
my ride I'd been drinking protein shakes immediately after cycling home from
work (to take advantage of the "protein window" that closes about three
quarters of an hour after exercise). At the time I hadn't felt these were
doing me any good, but, maybe due to these, maybe due to the energy bars I took
with me on the ride, I didn't "hit the wall" as I had done on my Berwick to
Newcastle ride. Although going uphill became difficult after I'd reached
Prudhoe, there was no point at which I had to stop and collapse
and hope my energy came back after.
Moreover, probably as a result of the protein shake (my last) I had immediately
after completing the ride, it didn't take me as long to recover from the ride
as it had after my Berwick ride. Monday I needed to recover (but in any case,
wouldn't have been cycling as I was returning to London); Tuesday I didn't
cycle to work, because I was fasting (it was Tisha BeAv), but I was able to do
the three mile round trip to shul, including climbing three hills, that
evening; and on Wednesday I was back cycling to work (though the ascent of
Hampstead hill did seem harder than normal).
One last thing that needs saying is the need to pay credit to Sam, who, after
my waterbottles fell out of my saddle bag ten miles in (my saddlebag doesn't
close properly, and needed to be mounted at a funny angle to fit on my father's
bike without hitting the wheel or the brakes), gallantly offered to take my
stuff in his pannier, so I didn't have to do the whole ride sweating into a bag
on my back, which would have been horrible. When I said that this would
increase the weight he would have to carry, he pointed out that he was thirteen
years younger than me, and fitter, and if it slowed him down, then it was fair
as we'd end up going at roughly the same pace (though in actuality, he still
ended up leading me most of the way). Sam, you're a star, and thank
you very much for doing this.
Which only leaves now the question of how I can top this? Edinburgh to
Newcastle perhaps? Well, not until next summer, at any rate, and I'm not going
to even think about it in the meantime!
[FWIW, there are higher resolution versions of all the photos viewable on Facebook.]