As you may have gathered I survived the London to Brighton ride and to be honest at the moment I do not feel too bad, just a bit of sun burn from lying on Brighton beach in a comatose state after finishing. I am sure the second day stiffness will strike soon.
I stayed overnight at friend's house who live a few miles from the start at Clapham common. I had to get up at 4.30am and after queuing for about half an hour we crossed the start line at about 6.35am.
There are four mighty hills to get over, with the last being the most steep and longest, with the ominous name of Ditchling Beacon. This gopes over the South downs. You will be pleased to hear that I managed to get up all of them without walking, unlike about half the other people. That said the last one I was in the lowest gear possible and it nearly killed me.
We made a few pit stops for food and water. Food wise it was mainly bananas but I must say I had one of the most marvellous bacon butties at one stop (not sure how that fits in with the whole heart campaign).
I came in 12.30pm.
Probably the worse experience of it all was taking the coach back to Coulsdon and then having to cycle the 8 miles home. Stunning.
Next Sunday I am going to attempt to do the London to Brighton Bike ride. If you have some spare cash lying around I would really appreciate it if you would consider sponsoring me. It is for the British heart foundation, which I think is a pretty good cause.