When a new event is described as being
the toughest UK
sportive and that some entrants aren't likely to finish, the first thought is
that you have to be a part of this. A few weeks later and the ride pack comes
through a cold sweat starts. What have I just done?!
Matt Page set out with
one aim to create a sportive unlike any other. Days later as I hobble around
the office I can say that he certainly succeeded.
Leaving Llangadog a little after 9am
I immediately forgot what I had told others about pacing myself. With the
lead group averaging 20mph towards the first climb I had to force myself to
ease back. In no time we're hitting the first climb, aptly named as 'steep' on
Strava. The sudden reality of what we had in store hit home especially as this
climb hadn't been picked up on the twelve major climbs listed in the ride pack!
Michael Fish let us down almost as
soon as we arrived at the base of Epynt
Mountain when the mist
and rain rolled in and stayed with us for the majority of the mid section which
just happened to be the hardest part. Having ridden the road
between Abergwesyn to Tregaron only a few months earlier it was the
section I was dreading the most especially as it's probably the most difficult
of the ride. Devils Staircase, Nant y Brain and the Phonebox climb are
horrendous, cramp inducing, near vertical stretches that will test anyone who
dares try them. To put them in the middle of a 120 mile ride... well that's
pure pure evil.
Leaving Tregaron on what I once
considered to be familiar roads, hills appeared to have increased in height
worsened by the fact my legs were also suffering. I met up with
Gareth Hayes on route suffering from the aftermath of a puncture and we spent
a while riding together until finally his faster pace took him beyond my
abilities.
With Brechfa Forest
in sight the end of the pain was drawing nearer. Passing Dad's house in
Rhydcymerau and riding the road to Llanllwni Mountain
the climb I wondered how I was ever able to climb it on a bmx as a kid. For the
first time in the ride I was able to take in some of the amazing views from the
mountain - how I miss these now I live in Hampshire. For some reason
the prospect of the downhill into Brechfa gave me something to
look forward to. Something nice about a
familiar downhill that is quiet, windy and smooth.
By the final feed station I'm running on empty and a can of coke was a very
welcome pick me up. The steep climbs from this point were just pure agony while
the lesser gradients didn't seem to be such an issue. I was so glad when the
final climb was over leaving the final descent gave some welcome respite before
the final flat that lead back into Llangadog where coffee and cake were
waiting... and the coveted finisher tshirt!
This was probably the
hardest riding I have ever done and made my experience at the
Twentyfour12 look like a picnic in comparison. Will I be doing it again
next year... DEFINITELY!
Event Report from A Cycling - HERE
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