Between peeling veg and building lego a Christmas Day ride was never very likely so I’ve had to wait until Boxing Day before continuing my Festive 500 campaign. I had a slow start, waking up late then fueling up on left overs. It was a bit of a meat feast really; a couple of ham rolls, a couple of sausage rolls and a couple of scotch egg quarters. The protein was sorted, but the carbs were a bit lacking, mind you I was still feeling stuffed from yesterday.
I left home just before 10am, aiming for a meandering, make-it-up-as-I-go 80km ride to the in-laws. It was a cold start, but with some new Gore gloves and a snug new base layer, I felt well prepared (I was very pleased with the gloves).
I headed to Bedford first and my legs felt sluggish the whole way. At Great Barford I caught up with a fun run and found myself filtering through minions of various sizes, plus a couple of spidermen, a superman, a batman and even a bananaman.
Barford inevitably led to Everton. My legs were feeling more alive now and I was happily turning over 32km/ph on the flat. But on the road to Everton, from the west the flat doesn’t last and the village is reached by it’s eponymously named hill. It is a savage little beast taking you out of Bedforshire and into Cambridgeshire with a signed fourteen percent gradient. Those who don’t know the climb rarely believe such a thing could exist in these parts, but my legs will testify that it does and today they felt every upward millimetre.
I plodded on and made it to the in-laws just in time for turkey number two.
Happy Boxing Day!