I haven’t posted a lot on this blog in the last nine months… the little boy has meant that outdoor adventures have been limited quite considerably. However, I’ve still done my best to get out on the bike a few times each month. Just after Calum was born I signed up to the Selkirk mountain bike marathon as something to aim at getting fit again for. This is an event that I’ve done most years since I first began biking. Starting with the 25km option when I really wasn’t experienced enough to manage the course (but having a lot of fun in the process) and more recently doing the 50km option twice. The course is a big day out, with something like 1600m of climbing in the 50k course. In reality I wasn’t able to do nearly enough riding in advance of the event, and getting up twice every night to feed the little boy isn’t the best preparation, but I headed down to Selkirk anyway thinking I’d just take the pace easy and see what happened.
I was really chuffed to meet up with some of my cycling club mates from Hervélo Cycling and especially when they said they were happy to ride as a group (they’re all a lot fitter than I am right now).
The route climbed through the Bowhill Estate up to 460m followed by a fast descent, another climb up to 325m and then some really fun steep, loose, muddy tracks through the Bowhill woods…. there were a lot of dabs, some stalls and big grins all round 🙂
At the 30km mark we had climbed up to 450m again, to the top of the Three Brethern. Just as we approached the summit we could see the leaders of the British Marathon Champs who had completed 70km of their 75km route crossing the summit in the other direction and beginning the final descent. Our course still had 20km to go, from the top of the Brethern down into Yair forest, round into the next valley and all the way up to the top of the Brethern again. At this point I really felt that I’d done enough. I’d had fun, but I think the next 20km would have broken me so instead I waited for a break in the Champs’ field and joined the final 5km descent back to the event village for a dnf.
In the end I’d ridden 35km with 1000m of ascent in 4h50mins. I am happy with that. Normally I’d really have hated to dnf but on that day, calling it while I was still having fun and going home to my mum duties without being broken was more important. There’ll be plenty time for breaking myself once the wee one is sleeping through 😛