A bike ride and a BONK.
I rolled out early Sunday morning with the decent chaps from ColVelo Cycling Club.
The plan was for a 70km-ish hack up towards Hadleigh, and then back to the Velo shop to catch Paris-Roubaix.
I was left BONKING gawd knows where.
It was actually an ACE ride, only slightly disturbed by my hallucinations during the run in back to base.
I kept the pace and the pack for most of the run. I was even asked to hold off on my pace sitting at the front for the first 10km or so.
The turnaround at Hadleigh was fine. I had plenty left in the tank. I even took on board a bloody awful gel bar just to make sure.
But then I noticed I was struggling as the pace picked up again. I tried to hold on to the peloton, but kept on slipping.
At first it was 1m off the back wheel, and then 2m, 3m. I accelerated each time and made the connection, but then one final push was too much.
I still felt fine, just not quite as fit as the rest of the riders.
They gave me plenty of support, but I knew I was holding the pack back. I waved them on, and then pondered a solitary ride in.
I'm not entirely sure where all of the WEIRDNESS started. My mind went very blank.
But I was cycling along lanes that I know inside out, but seeing some very different things.
Strange colours started to appear in the fields. I had a sensation of not cycling, just moving. My mind wasn't sure as to why this was happening.
Common sense should have meant that I took time out and take a roadside seat to recover.
JUST GET ME BACK ON THE BLOODY BIKE etc.
The hallucination became more vivid. I really wasn't very well.
Yep - they were all there.
But I somehow made it back to base and immediately ate a whole bar of cooking chocolate, the first thing I could find in the house.
Anna wasn't happy.
Paris-Roubaix was just starting to roll out. I'll watch the first five minutes, have a milky cup of tea and then get showered, I though.
Five hours later and I woke up.
I think I passed out, rather then having fallen asleep. There was certainly no dreaming.
I missed the race, albeit the track sprint at the end.
I recovered in time to record METROKNOBBERS with Darryl and Mr Inside Croydon. I edited it and turned it around there and then.
I'm pretty pleased with it. Between us we provide some half-decent political analysis.
I might go for a bike ride tomorrow morning...