"I just don't have what it takes".
Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 5:58 pm
Mmm, don't really know how to start this but suffice to say I scratched from the Borders 350 on the morning of the second day.
Five of us started at 9 am, Phil (who disappeared off into the distance at a rate of knots), Ian and Mark, Mike and I.
It all started very well with me riding with Mike mostly and getting to Tibbie Shiels in the expected time. From here Ian and Mark who where not too far ahead went on pretty fast, not to be seen again until we hit Broughton. Covering the ground from Tibbie Shiels to Broughton took far longer than expected due to my under estimation of how difficult this section would be because of the amount of hard climbing and wet trail conditions after the wet summer we have had. Peebles to Broughton is a distance of 42 miles and it took me 8 hours and 40 minutes. As I pulled up at the shop Ian and Mark told me I had just made it in time as the shop shut at six. They were just finishing the food they had bought and then set off again. The shop didn't have a lot, I bought a couple of filled bread rolls, two pie's, two bananas and a pint of milk. As I sat outside eating the rolls I was starting to worry about Mike whom I knew wasn't too far behind, would he make the shop before closing, should I buy food for him, should I ask the young girl serving to stay open a bit longer. I needn't have worried, Mike turned up with a few minutes to spare.
I left Mike contemplating his next step as he said he was pretty tired. I was ready to push on hoping to at least get to Fruid Reservoir where I intended to call it a night. This meant not making Moffat and no take away meal that evening. If I got to Fruid and slept then I could do the hard bikehike the following morning and have breakfast in Moffat. That was now my plan but I had a huge climb back up to Dollar Law then quite a few uphill road miles.
I decided the only way I was going to make the push up this hill was with some sort of distraction so out came the mp3 player. I am no electronic whizz so my mp3 just plays one track after another, I have no idea how to make folders etc, I have to listen to whatever comes. In this case it was classic 70's rock. In 1976 I had turned 18, had long hair and loved rock music, just perfect. Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, Jimmy Hendrix, Thin Lizzy, even Uriah Heap, it was all good and got me to the top despite some strong winds and night coming in. At one point I spotted Ian And Mark far away on the skyline, it was the last I would see of them. A fastish descent saw me back at Megget Reservoir, it was 10 pm and I was hungry and bushed, it had taken 3 1/2 hours to do 13 miles. I ate a pie and very reluctantly started the road climb which didn't last long. I was just too tired and couldn't get up the determination to continue. I found a bivi spot pretty quick so set up camp. The midges were out but not in force, enough to be annoying though. I ate the last pie and got into my sleeping bag with my midge headnet on.
Once in the bag I tightened up the closure chord on the bivi bag and tried to sleep. No such luck, the midges were getting in and biting me. I tightened the closure even more bringing the midge net right up to my face. I have a tendency to claustrophobia and also hate having my mouth and nose covered whilst trying to sleep, breathing in warm, moist air, I just don't like it. Anyhow, I fell asleep for maybe twenty minutes and woke again feeling most uncomfortable. I tried various combinations of bivi openings, lying positions etc all to no avail. Eventually it dawned on me to put my whole head out of the bivi then tighten up the closure around my neck. This meant no stuffiness, no midges getting in and my head protected with the midge net. At last I fell asleep only to awake again twenty minutes later. Now I'm too hot, I only have the one bag, a three season one. I push the bag to the bottom of the bivi bag being rewarded with severe cramp in my left thigh due to struggling in such a confined space. After the cramp passes I pulled the bag up underneath me so am sleeping on top of it, inside the silk liner, inside the bivi bag with my head stuck out covered in a midge net. If anyone had looked in I think they may have taken me for some strange mummified corpse type thing or such like. Anyway, this works and I get another hour asleep but then wake up with the uppermost part of my body cold. I am generally a side sleeper so I simply rolled the whole bivi bag over so the sleeping bag is now on top. Another hours sleep and waken again to dense mist outside and I'm cold again. Back into the sleeping bag I go, again being rewarded by nasty cramps. I fall asleep and don't wake until 7.30 am. Bugger, so much for an early start. I pack hastily and am really hungry, I mean really, really hungry. I only have few cereal bars and some energy gels so I down the cereal bars and have a caffeinated gel and start to pedal.
It's no good, I hate cycling when I'm hungry never mind bonking. I try to convince myself that I can make Moffat on what little I have but the thought of the bikehike section ahead just defeats me and I decide I will never make Moffat in this state so back track to Tibbie Shields in the hope the roadside cafe is open. No such luck, not open for another hour and a half at least. That does it, I am tired, hungry and way behind schedule with all my planned provision stops now out of kilter. No matter how hard I try I cannot convince myself to continue and I come to the conclusion that "I just do not have what it takes"!
At this point I decide to scratch but still ride on the road to Moffat for breakfast then just tour what I can. After breakfast I am still not in a good place so decide to abandon altogether. I start to cycle back to Peebles and it takes another two hours before I start to feel happy pedalling.
Could I have continued, maybe, but like I say, I just do not have the mental fortitude for multi day ITT's. I am still in awe of the people who can and do finish these events so good on all of you.
Wil I try again, maybe, but it won't be against the clock.
Maybe tour it......say a group of six people........ say over six day's.......sixty miles a day........think I'll call it the .........
"SixSixSix",
Five of us started at 9 am, Phil (who disappeared off into the distance at a rate of knots), Ian and Mark, Mike and I.
It all started very well with me riding with Mike mostly and getting to Tibbie Shiels in the expected time. From here Ian and Mark who where not too far ahead went on pretty fast, not to be seen again until we hit Broughton. Covering the ground from Tibbie Shiels to Broughton took far longer than expected due to my under estimation of how difficult this section would be because of the amount of hard climbing and wet trail conditions after the wet summer we have had. Peebles to Broughton is a distance of 42 miles and it took me 8 hours and 40 minutes. As I pulled up at the shop Ian and Mark told me I had just made it in time as the shop shut at six. They were just finishing the food they had bought and then set off again. The shop didn't have a lot, I bought a couple of filled bread rolls, two pie's, two bananas and a pint of milk. As I sat outside eating the rolls I was starting to worry about Mike whom I knew wasn't too far behind, would he make the shop before closing, should I buy food for him, should I ask the young girl serving to stay open a bit longer. I needn't have worried, Mike turned up with a few minutes to spare.
I left Mike contemplating his next step as he said he was pretty tired. I was ready to push on hoping to at least get to Fruid Reservoir where I intended to call it a night. This meant not making Moffat and no take away meal that evening. If I got to Fruid and slept then I could do the hard bikehike the following morning and have breakfast in Moffat. That was now my plan but I had a huge climb back up to Dollar Law then quite a few uphill road miles.
I decided the only way I was going to make the push up this hill was with some sort of distraction so out came the mp3 player. I am no electronic whizz so my mp3 just plays one track after another, I have no idea how to make folders etc, I have to listen to whatever comes. In this case it was classic 70's rock. In 1976 I had turned 18, had long hair and loved rock music, just perfect. Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, Jimmy Hendrix, Thin Lizzy, even Uriah Heap, it was all good and got me to the top despite some strong winds and night coming in. At one point I spotted Ian And Mark far away on the skyline, it was the last I would see of them. A fastish descent saw me back at Megget Reservoir, it was 10 pm and I was hungry and bushed, it had taken 3 1/2 hours to do 13 miles. I ate a pie and very reluctantly started the road climb which didn't last long. I was just too tired and couldn't get up the determination to continue. I found a bivi spot pretty quick so set up camp. The midges were out but not in force, enough to be annoying though. I ate the last pie and got into my sleeping bag with my midge headnet on.
Once in the bag I tightened up the closure chord on the bivi bag and tried to sleep. No such luck, the midges were getting in and biting me. I tightened the closure even more bringing the midge net right up to my face. I have a tendency to claustrophobia and also hate having my mouth and nose covered whilst trying to sleep, breathing in warm, moist air, I just don't like it. Anyhow, I fell asleep for maybe twenty minutes and woke again feeling most uncomfortable. I tried various combinations of bivi openings, lying positions etc all to no avail. Eventually it dawned on me to put my whole head out of the bivi then tighten up the closure around my neck. This meant no stuffiness, no midges getting in and my head protected with the midge net. At last I fell asleep only to awake again twenty minutes later. Now I'm too hot, I only have the one bag, a three season one. I push the bag to the bottom of the bivi bag being rewarded with severe cramp in my left thigh due to struggling in such a confined space. After the cramp passes I pulled the bag up underneath me so am sleeping on top of it, inside the silk liner, inside the bivi bag with my head stuck out covered in a midge net. If anyone had looked in I think they may have taken me for some strange mummified corpse type thing or such like. Anyway, this works and I get another hour asleep but then wake up with the uppermost part of my body cold. I am generally a side sleeper so I simply rolled the whole bivi bag over so the sleeping bag is now on top. Another hours sleep and waken again to dense mist outside and I'm cold again. Back into the sleeping bag I go, again being rewarded by nasty cramps. I fall asleep and don't wake until 7.30 am. Bugger, so much for an early start. I pack hastily and am really hungry, I mean really, really hungry. I only have few cereal bars and some energy gels so I down the cereal bars and have a caffeinated gel and start to pedal.
It's no good, I hate cycling when I'm hungry never mind bonking. I try to convince myself that I can make Moffat on what little I have but the thought of the bikehike section ahead just defeats me and I decide I will never make Moffat in this state so back track to Tibbie Shields in the hope the roadside cafe is open. No such luck, not open for another hour and a half at least. That does it, I am tired, hungry and way behind schedule with all my planned provision stops now out of kilter. No matter how hard I try I cannot convince myself to continue and I come to the conclusion that "I just do not have what it takes"!
At this point I decide to scratch but still ride on the road to Moffat for breakfast then just tour what I can. After breakfast I am still not in a good place so decide to abandon altogether. I start to cycle back to Peebles and it takes another two hours before I start to feel happy pedalling.
Could I have continued, maybe, but like I say, I just do not have the mental fortitude for multi day ITT's. I am still in awe of the people who can and do finish these events so good on all of you.
Wil I try again, maybe, but it won't be against the clock.
Maybe tour it......say a group of six people........ say over six day's.......sixty miles a day........think I'll call it the .........
"SixSixSix",
