160km achieved but it was the thoughest 160km ever.
It all started when the Lord mayor stool to make a speech to wish us all well, I knew I was going to vomit but I just couldn't hold it in and I had to run back to the field and puke.
I was vomiting out of nerves, the really got to me and I just couldn't hold it in.
See I'm afrwaid cycling, getting to flow to other bikes, speed, I'm as afraid of the downhill as I am of the uphill. So everything I had to do on the cycle.
The first day was really though, the hills nearly broke me and I'll be honest, I really needed a push.
And here's the push that got through most of the day.
So I completed 130km on Saturday, the full mileage and I was over the moon. I went and won legs 11 female of 2014, I would say that I won it because I tried so hard rather than my legs because look at the male winner.
Yep, his legs were literally at least a whole foot longer than mine, but I was delighted to have a little award and people recognised that I was trying my heart out.
The next day though, I was so sore, tired and it was raining, a big fear of mine. 6 km in and I was flagging behind, exhausted and no concentration and I was wobbling so I had to think if I was a danger to myself and to others and I really was, it was time to jump out of that stage.
My teeth chartered and my body was shaking with the cold, people on the cycle thought I was sick but I knew it was my bodies way of saying, no cycling. I think my body was in shock.
The funny thing was, I actually think that eating scrambled eggs, hash browns and toast for breakfast zapped my energy.
Now to think I ate healthily on this cycle would be a lie. I ate like a warhog. At every stop I had a sambo and chocolate biscuits or protein bars. It's weird but I really needed to eat and I needed sugar, I also had 2 gel drinks their for energy, actually pure sugar and their super stuff for bursts of energy.
I did however make it through the weekend without any fizzy drinks. No lucozade or anything.
I told the safety cyclist what I ate for breakfast and he said it was not helpful. That it just bloated me and made me tired which it did.
I got back on the bike for the last 35km and it was lovely.
I was the weakest link, absolutely no doubt about it. The others had trained and knew what gear was what and I didn't and they had stamina, which I lacked but I'm still proud of myself and my trophy.
Yesterday and today I'm not such a come down from it.
Then I heard that Robin Williams most likely died yesterday through suicide and I was deflated. The whole cycle was a suicide awareness campaign.
The man who organises the cycle does so because his son took his own life 8 years ago.
I don't know why the other cyclists were there, whether they lost someone through suicide, were they there for the challenge or whether they themselves felt at some stage that suicide was a good option, ill never know but I do hope that someone saw the cycle, while their in a dark and low place and might seek help.
On a lighter note, I will have a saddle mark on my bum forever. You see, your not suppose to wear underwear under the shorts. Huge mistake. I will never cycle again with underwear on, it burns and in mean on fire burns.
Now all I need to do is train hard for next year, and this time I will train.
Enjoy the Niptuck way, so you don't have to!