London to Monte Carlo is fast approaching. I’m not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing that having done the ride last year I have a sense of what lies ahead. Probably the best indication of my state of mind in the run up to L2MC2 is my approach to the half term break which is concluding this week.
Last year Jules, Sam, Josie and I spent the week in Cyprus. Sure, I packed some trainers but they unfortunately never experience the Mediterranean sun having not even made it out of the luggage. I did consider casting the flip-flops aside for the return journey to the UK and donning the trainers so as to not completely waste them but that didn’t happen either.
This year the half term break once again falls three weeks before the London to Monte Carlo ride. This time round we are in the the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountain range just south of Granada, Spain. Bringing my trainers didn’t cross my mind. Bringing my bike did but with a flight into Madrid with car seats and all the paraphernalia of a young family I quickly cast the thought aside. Then I found http://www.cyclingcountry.com who were happy to drop off and pick up a carbon road bike at an address of my choice.
Stunning views and routes in Andalusia
Having the bike has meant a few things.
1. I didn’t feel guilty that I wasn’t training.
2. I got to see parts of the country I had never seen before.
3. The views were spectacular.
4. I got some great training in with inclines up to 23%!!
5. When not on the bike I ate and drank guilt free.
6. It was an added aspect to the days which contributed to a fantastic holiday.
Guilt free eating and drinking by the beach
Me and my holiday fling
Hills and reservoirs a plenty
We drive back to Madrid this afternoon and then fly to London first thing tomorrow morning. Whilst I’m looking forward to getting back on my trusty steel frame Pin it has been an enjoyable holiday affair with the younger and lighter carbon Trek….. if Shirley Valentine can do it, why can’t I….
My fund raising page is up and running. I’m not a big fan of posting lots of messaging with my cap in hand asking people to part with their hard earned cash. This is therefore the only blog post where I will do it (so let’s make it a good one).
I have enjoyed organizing the London to Monte Carlo ride for a second year. I am grateful to the sponsors and the riders who are taking on the challenge this year. In addition to the amazing experience that comes with something like this the main motivation is to support those less fortunate than ourselves or at the very least need some financial support. The two charities we have selected this year are very different in their focus but both equally important. You can read more about them and sponsor me on my fundraising page http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/montecarlo
At this time a week ago I was sitting in a car with Scott, Simon, Graham, Charlotte and Lewis – Team Dow Jones. We had rendezvoused an hour earlier at Clapham Junction for the 1hr20mins drive to Culden Faw, a sprawling estate near Henley on Thames and the location for Tough Mudder London West 2014.
Spirits were high but the anticipation and sense of entering the unknown meant that stress levels were also creeping up. The last thing we needed was a delay and that was unfortunately exactly what we experienced with the Henley on Thames one way system delaying us by an hour.
We passed the time by reeling off our lists of illnesses and injuries probably so we felt we had each individually set the groundwork if, in the likely event, we failed to finish.
As we arrived late the time from parking to the start line shot by in a blur of changing, registering, handing in our waivers and writing race numbers on each others foreheads (something to do with body identification no doubt). We were warmed up at the UnderArmour stage and then sent to the start line. The organizers felt the need to put a 6ft wall between the warm up area and the start line but as I would soon realize this would be the least of my worries.
We were then held at the start line for 15 mins and given an odd mix of a motivational speech and a sales pitch. We were about to join mudder nation, all that lay in our way was 20 obstacles over 20km of tough terrain. We chanted, swore an oath and saluted those who had gone before. We hugged a stranger and promised to help our fellow mudders in need. Indeed it was about beating the course – together – not about our race time.
This should have reassured me but the nagging feeling that I wasn’t confident I could even walk 20km with a following wind down hill let alone complete what lay in-front of me that afternoon stayed with me. P
The actual race is well documented and a simple search of YouTube will give you a sense of what goes on. So for the sake of brevity I’ll give you my top memories/observations.
Tough Mudder Team 2014
1. As soon as the starting gun went off the course took us on a very steep and muddy climb. I thought about quitting in the first 5 mins as there was clearly no way I was going to complete the challenge.
2. Some human beings can run very quickly up muddy hills. They are a different shape to me.
3. The obstacles very quickly turned from being a nice break in the running eg. the crawl under the barbed wire to bloody awful eg. jumping into a skip filled with water and ice and having to submerge your whole body.
4. Ice cold water takes your breath away, makes you think your heart will stop and is bloody tough to jump out of and start running.
5. Electric shocks are possible the most unpleasant thing you could add to the whole ordeal and they did it…. twice
6. As you pass by fallen runners being attend to by medical professions and wrapped in emergency blankets, pass stretcher bearers walking the other way and look up to see an air ambulance swooping 30 ft above you taking a serious injured runner to hospital – there is no illusion as to whether you are in a tough challenge
7. There is nothing like an experience such as the tough mudder to bond you with complete strangers. Whether it be words of encouragement, a helping hand or even (and I saw this first hand) a reassuring hug from a spectator at mile 10
8. I don’t know their names but to the 3 gentlemen who grabbed parts of my body on Everest (the last obstacle akin to a half pipe) and helped me over the top all I can say is thank you, I love you and I owe you.
Did I enjoy it – No
Am I glad I did it – Yes
Will I do another one – never say never but unlikely
Am I proud of myself and the rest of team Dow Jones – you better believe it
The reason I entered the challenge was to add a little variety to my training for London to Monte Carlo 2 and with some running and personal training sessions and the challenge itself I certainly feel fitter than I did this time last year. Now it’s back to the bike to get some serious miles in the legs and of course a new pair of trainers…..