Lea Valley CC — Ride London 2015 - part two

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Ride London 2015 - part two

My final two videos:

And if you want to see that again, but faster, here’s Alex’s version as the elite come roaring home:

Now reports from Chrystyna, Euan and Karl:

Chrystyna:
My previous RideLondon experience in 2013 was marred by an exploding tyre incident at mile 30 so my main aim was to get through unscathed and perhaps sneak under 5hrs30.

Though I was originally pretty smug about my relative lie-in for a 7.36am start, it turns out the price to pay was being stuck with riders riding at a much slower pace. I struggled to find people to ride with for the first 20 miles and just as I’d found a good group of three, my damned saddle bag came off and I had to recover it and lost my group. Saddle bag firmly in pocket (very bloody uncomfortable for 80miles!), I continued on, skipping from rider to rider trying to find a pace to settle with. I eventually found another woman looking like she was having the same challenge and after a few minutes of riding together we struck an agreement to carry on as a team.

We made it all the way to Surrey at a decent pace, took it fairly steady through the hills while trying to get past people walking or weaving their bikes across the path (yes – I did shout ‘hold your line’ several times). Whizzing back down the other side I realised we were still averaging comfortably over 20mph and I had a thought that we could carry on apace.

The only incident came at Dorking when for some bizarre reason a steward stuck out a stop sign and we had to slam on our breaks. I hear the inevitable desperate squeal of brakes and tyres and then a crunch of metal behind me as riders piled into one another. I never got chance to look back though, because it seemed the steward had no reason to stop us and we could carry on – the crash he caused was for no reason whatsoever. Hope everyone was ok!

We arrived at the 80 mile mark and I was feeling strong, my new found best friend seemed strong too but running low on water. By this point my clock was saying 3hrs56mins with 20 miles to go and a I realised, not only was 5hrs30 possible – sub 5hrs was. I tentatively suggested we could share my remaining drink and so the chase for sub-5 began. Again we found very little help from the steady-paced riders around us so our two-woman team slogged our guts out to get to the end within the hour. I made it in 4hrs56mins and Cat just over 5hrs. Pretty pleased with that (especially the fact we beat Laura Trott). Dare to dream of 4hrs45mins…?

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And Euan:

I was in the second wave starting at 6.07am, so had to get up at 4.30am. Lucky my tactic of getting up at 5am every day in the week preceding meant I got six and a half hours of  unitnerupted sleep, so I was feeling pretty fresh at the start line.

I’d ridden in the inaugural event in 2013 and absolutely loved it, so this time around I was less nervous and raring to get going. My training had been pretty intense: I’d  been following my own version of RideLondon’s official 12 week ‘expert’ training plan (less boring intervals sessions, more hills and group rides) and been doing five sessions a week. But I’d also had a break of a few months over the winter, so I was starting from a pretty low base.

The first time around I got 5hrs 17mins, but I felt a lot fitter by race day this time, so my target was sub 5 hours. Apart from losing a full water bottle after 20 miles (pro-tip: don’t change your bottle cages the day before the race!), the ride was pretty much perfect and I rolled in at 4hrs 23mins.

I started on my own, but quickly found some  great groups to ride with, who set a challenging pace and shared the work well. So many good bits to choose from: the hills felt great and loved really going for it on the descents! I think the most enjoyable bit was once I got into the last 10 miles, and realised I hadn’t over-cooked it and was on for a good time. And of course, the obligatory sprint down The Mall was amazing!

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And last, but not least, Karl:

Eighteen months ago, when I received my place in 2014’s Ride London I realised that I would have to put in some proper train if I was even going to survive the full distance. It was that ballot place which led me to join LVCC in the first place and, despite the weather last year, I enjoyed the ride and was happy to make it to the finish.

When another ballot place dropped through my letterbox back in February I was able to approach the 2015 ride with a wholly different attitude. For a start, I had more miles in my legs, so I didn’t want to just survive: I wanted to achieve a time that would show I’d improved over the year. I had entered a target time of 6 hours 50 minutes on the entry form, but, as the date drew closer, I became more ambitious. I thought I might be able to knock close to an hour off that, but anything close to 6 hours would be a major success. I was in possession of a shiny(ish) new(ish) road bike rather than last year’s hybrid and, of course, the weather conditions on the day couldn’t have been any better; a stark contrast to 2014. And I almost felt like a pro with the route profile taped to my bike frame, albeit mainly so I’d know where the toilets were.

I had a later start than most and was due to set off at 8:15am, which meant I could get a pretty good night’s sleep. Setting two alarms seemed to solve the problem of waking up every hour to check the clock, although the downside was that I didn’t want to wake up when it finally went off at 6am.

The hour long wait at the start area was occupied by chatting with a couple of cyclists, finding a portaloo to buy myself an extra hour before I needed to stop, and being thankful that I wasn’t one of the unlucky ones who already had a puncture to fix. We set off on schedule and, although I was determined to take the first 25 miles slowly, I’d forgotten just how much easier it was riding along in a large group without having to stop for lights, junctions, or anything else. I was grinning inside, and possibly outside too, as I cruised at close to 20mph with seemingly little effort.

The first half of the ride flew by and Newlands Corner, one of the big three hills, seemed neither particularly steep nor particularly long. With 52 miles to go I was still taking it steadily, but I was looking forward to Leith Hill and was ahead of even my most optimistic schedule.

But at the bottom of Leith Hill we came to a standstill. We cleared the road to allow a selection of ambulances and police motorbikes to pass by, and as the air ambulance landed in a nearby field it became obvious that something bad had happened ahead. It seemed too far from the summit to be a pile up on the descent, and it’s since emerged that a rider died of a suspected heart attack on the lower part of the climb.

I’m glad we didn’t know the full details at the time as, when the road re-opened, my focus was on navigating a thousand or so other cyclists trying, and often failing, to get started on the hill. From comparing speed with someone alongside me I learnt that my computer doesn’t register anything under 2mph.

After missing out on both Leith Hill and Box Hill due to the weather in 2014, I’d ridden up them in a sportive a few months later. I’d remembered Box Hill as quite pleasant, but Leith as a bit of a monster. This time, even the steeper parts of Leith seemed less punishing than I recalled. But there were a lot of tired legs around, and I was also overtaking riders who had been steered through a shortcut to avoid the road closure, so the roads were quite congested in places. As a result, progress both up and down the hills was slower than I would have liked.

With the hills out of the way and 25 miles to go, and the help of a tailwind, wider roads, and no need to stop again, I upped my pace to something I thought I could sustain for the remainder of the ride. My average speed was 20.6 mph over the last quarter, with the last 10 miles being the fastest of all, and far in excess of anything I could achieve on a solo ride. On the one hand I didn’t want the ride to end, but on the other I could feel fatigue starting to build, and was my saddle always this hard?

Riding along The Mall to the cheering and banging of hoardings is a great experience and the perfect finale. Two years ago I wouldn’t have dreamt I’d ever ride 100 miles, let alone set a target time. My official time was 6:35:58, but that includes 45 minutes stationary. On the bike time was more like 5 hours 40 minutes and, although not fast by absolute standards, I’m over the moon with it. Fingers are crossed for a ballot place next year, although I think that 2015’s Ride London may have set a high bar.

Stop Press - and here’s a last-minute addition by Huw:

Getting up ridiculously early is something I am not too unfamiliar with since the birth of my daughter but nonetheless with the excitement and anticipation preventing a decent night’s sleep the 5.15am wake-up call still came too soon. I thought I’d left myself plenty of time but after the usual pre-ride rituals and wolfing down a very poor attempt at scrambled eggs on toast, I realised I was running behind schedule and started to panic that I would miss my 6.30am wave loading cut-off. After going into time trail mode and putting out what felt like 400W (most unlikely J) down Lea Bridge Road I made it to the Olympic Park in time, actually loads of time, my initial worry was a pointless waste of energy as I settled into the slow cleated shuffle towards the start line. My Blue M wave departed at roughly 7.20am.

Cycling in a car-less world is simply a joy especially through the streets of London and on roads like the A12 which are normally out of bounds. Although firmly against “The Rules” my plan was to conserve energy and wheel suck as much as possible before the hills started in earnest around 40miles. This worked out well initially as I clung on to the largest wind shield I could find and  weaved through London at a reasonable pace. I was not the only one with this plan though as a glance behind saw a large chain developing all taking a pull for free. Bike karma however is never far away and a few miles down the road I was the one fighting against the wind with a girl and a guy clinging to my back wheel.  They were there for a good 15miles from Kingston to the Surrey Hills with not even a suggestion of co-operation on their part.  I finally lost them just before Leith Hill but that was only because I took a toilet break (making sure I locked the door, just in case.)

As with most of my rides of reasonable distance I am usually waiting for my left knee to remind me my hamstrings are too tight and my ITB is getting a friction burn. I did think my recently discovered yoga sessions had remedied that until a ride in Sardinia caused my right knee to flare up. I was hoping the extra stretches and foam rolling would cure it but just as I started to think the niggling feeling was all in my head (at 50miles) the right knee niggle became a shout.  

Leith Hill and Box Hill were next, both climbs I have done before and therefore keen (right knee or no right knee) to get a PB. Naturally these sections became more congested and attacking the climb was difficult, so instead I relaxed my gears and spun at a reasonable pace. For this reason I didn’t find the hills too taxing and slightly enjoyed the muscle aches taking my mind off the knee pain, which at this point had increased from a shout to a scream.

After Box Hill (at 75miles) I was simply focused on getting home as fast as possible for two main reasons 1)  I noticed my average after the hills was above 19mph and therefore a 20mph average was within my grasp and 2) to stop my knee hurting which would only come with the finishing line. With only one good leg  I resorted to my tried and tested plan of saving energy by hopping from back wheel to back wheel. The last few miles are a bit of a blur but the sight of Big Ben and seeing the crowds was magic and turning onto the Mall for the final sprint was a goosebump moment. If I am honest I don’t think I actually managed a Cav-esque sprint for the line, I was more intent on taking it all in and even then it all happened far too quickly.

All in all the ride was one of the best days I have spent on the bike, even with the painful 50miles - the closed roads, the atmosphere, the supporting crowds and Mall finish all brought about a fabulous “not to be missed” event. I am also quite proud to have raised over £1000 for Parkinson’s UK which is a charity close to my heart  and therefore offered plenty of incentives for me to push through to the finish line.

Official Time:  05:07:02 (Ride100 App - including breaks)

Moving Time: 04:59:42 (Strava Time)

Avg Speed:  20.4mph (Strava based on 101.6miles?)

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