About Iam Miro
Just doing my thing,
planning my next trip.
31,887Â km
2060:15Â h
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- Iam MiroDecember 20, 2025
Been out late, had a few glasses of wine, chatting and eating, but felt good so decided to go for an early one again.
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Left home at 5:30, on the trail by 6:30.
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A nice 4-hour ride was planned. Took it easy, but my rear derailleur had a different idea. It stopped working at the beginning of the route. Pressed
- Iam MiroDecember 17, 2025
Usual early ride to the train station, this time heading to Guildford.
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I started at 6:30 at the beginning of my route. The sky already looked amazing, and I kept stopping to take photos â itâs just part of my riding, I guess. This time the views were truly stunning; you can see for yourself if you like
- Iam MiroDecember 10, 2025
Sunday ride. Looked like it would rain where I wanted to go, plus I had an extra thing to do in the morning, so I thought I might not ride at all. Maybe I could go on the road, but I didnât really want to.
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I wondered where I could go thatâs a bit off-road near me. Of courseâalong the Thames, then Richmond
- Iam MiroDecember 6, 2025
Another early morning â woke up at 3am and couldnât get back to sleep.
Stayed in bed till 5, then got ready for a ride.
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Left home, train, and was on the trail by 6:50.
Took about half an hour to get through the first 3 km with all the faffing, taking pictures, and sudden need of number two, luckily found
- Iam MiroNovember 30, 2025
Feels like ages since Iâve been on the bike.
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This is my first time riding outside since I went to Scotland two weeks ago. Last weekend I felt like I didnât want to cycle at allâcompletely exhausted and tired of it. A break from the bike actually felt nice. I used the turbo a few times since, and today
- Iam MiroNovember 16, 2025
Glencoe youth hostel, start and finish of the race.
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The night was goodâwas up for a couple of hours, but overall slept well.
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Breakfast, pack the bike, and letâs go.
Short briefing and off we go.
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Started almost last as usual, no pressure.
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All good. Iâm trying to ride slowly. Itâs cold, but soon I feel Iâve
- Iam MiroNovember 9, 2025
Today I had to be strict with myself and take it easier â sometimes thatâs hard, to be honest.
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Woke up early, left around 6. Checked the weather; it didnât look as warm as the previous days.
Thick merino baselayer, long-sleeve jersey, and insulated gilet â should be fine. And it was.
One glove thicker
- Iam MiroNovember 9, 2025
Supposed to have new wheels, but they didnât arrive. I still wanted to do a gravel ride â basically an MTB route on the gravel bike.
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I pulled out my 650b wheels that I hadnât used for a year, pumped them up, and replaced the brake pads since they needed it. I didnât bed them in properly though, as these
- Iam MiroNovember 2, 2025
What Was I Thinking Kind of Morning
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Planned a good ride today, including some hills I wanted to tackle, but the weather didnât look great.
Should I wait for the rain to stop? But then Iâd be out for a good part of the day.
No â Iâll go as early as possible and get soaked if I have to. Iâm not made of sugar
Iam Miro went mountain biking.
December 20, 2025
Another weekend was here, and I had a nice off-road ride on my mind. I had to goâI wanted to. Last weekend, the previous ride ended with the derailleur not working. Since it started working again when I got home, it went from Defcon2 priority to fix it down to Defcon4, or even Defcon5, and I didnât do anything about it. Typical. Now, the night before the ride, it suddenly became my problem again. I checked it and found it was working intermittently, so it instantly went back to Defcon 2âbut it was too late to sort anything out properly, obviously. So I started preparing my other bike, but that turned out to be too much work. I hadnât used it for a month; it was left untouched in the corner after the last race, so I had to come up with another plan. I played around with the derailleur and found a âsolutionââtemporary only, an on-trail fix as they call it. It was working in the living room, but would it work on the trail? After being used and shaken properly? I didnât know. Weâd see. I woke up early, checked the derailleurâstill OK. Letâs go. Got to the trainâstill working. Got to the trailâstill working. So, letâs have some fun and beat the shit out of it đ I took pictures, enjoyed the views, rode in the fogâbasically in the clouds. Then I saw the sun, and the views opened up again. Beautiful views. What a beautiful morning it was. So good. Today I took it easy, kept a controlled pace. I already feel tired, like Iâve had enough of everything. Iâm looking forward to a few days offâoff the bike, I meanâso I can get hungry again and train more. Iâm glad I went out. That ride felt exactly like what the doctor ordered.
04:17
62.6km
14.6km/h
1,120m
1,100m
Iam Miro went mountain biking.
December 14, 2025
Been out late, had a few glasses of wine, chatting and eating, but felt good so decided to go for an early one again. Left home at 5:30, on the trail by 6:30. A nice 4-hour ride was planned. Took it easy, but my rear derailleur had a different idea. It stopped working at the beginning of the route. Pressed the button on its bodyâall good again. Five minutes later, it stopped once more. Pressed the button, the LED came on⊠and then it completely died. Wouldnât connect to the app, not even to the pod/controller. I ChatGPT-ed the issue, spent some time on it, and found no solution. So I turned around and decided to go homeâriding the whole way single-speed. About 40 km. Yeah, why not? There are nutters who do 1,000-mile ultras on single-speed bikes, met few of them on races. I was brave⊠until a muddy hill đ. The image of a comfy sofa, warmth, and nice food won in my head, so I decided to take the train instead. I cycled to a station that turned out to be closest. Thought, Iâll have to wait for a train anyway, maybe I can catch a better connection from the next station, so I added more distance and kept going. In the end, I caught the same train I wouldâve taken from the first stationâbut after cycling more and having to push hard just to make it. I mean, I still had some sort of fun. Not as planned, but it actually worked out better for my other lifeâthe family one. I got home earlier, could go to my boyâs full game, and continue a lovely sunny Sunday with family. Sometimes bad things happen for a reason. The funny thing is, the derailleur started working again at home, usual stuff đ Still playing up, not fully dead, but it definitely needs a warranty call. Better to have this issue now rather than in the middle of absolute nowhere during a race in mountains. Letâs call this ride: âCall for Help?â đ
01:50
32.8km
17.9km/h
210m
190m
Iam Miro went mountain biking.
December 13, 2025
Usual early ride to the train station, this time heading to Guildford. I started at 6:30 at the beginning of my route. The sky already looked amazing, and I kept stopping to take photos â itâs just part of my riding, I guess. This time the views were truly stunning; you can see for yourself if you like them too. Not far from town, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark, I saw lights and people standing around with head torches. I had no idea what was going on â thieves planning something? Walkers heading out early? As I got closer, I said good morning and chatted with one of them. It turned out to be an ultra trail running event: 100 miles, and even some 200 miles. He pointed to two guys standing on their own and said, âThose ones are not the 100-milers â theyâre something else.â This was a feeding station stop, which explained the crowd. I left them behind and soon joined one runner going uphill, chatting as we went. He had started at 2 p.m. on Friday; it was just before 7 a.m., and he had only 12 miles to go. Not bad at all. Iâd finally fitted new tyres, and the grip was absolutely brilliant đ€©. I had so much fun and felt so confident on the bike â no sliding side to side at all. Maybe a bit too much pressure, though, so I stopped to let some air out. I unscrewed the valve core fully for a second together with cap, screwed it back quickly⊠and of course had to pump the wheel again anyway. Silly me. As soon as I reached the edge of the Surrey Hills, the views were insane: inversion, clouds, sun â straight out of a postcard. I sent a photo to the wider family whatsapp group and asked them to guess my height above sea level on picture for a prize. Guesses came in at 700, 900, even 1,400 metres. After I hinted that I was in the UK â where the highest point is only 1,345 m â and that the real height would be âsurprisingly laughable,â the winning guess was 135 m. Actual height: around 120 m above sea level. It was a beautiful morning â sunny, incredible views, whatâs not to like? Power numbers and everything else were high too, not intentionally, just a really good grip i say as i pushed on flat and hills. Cane out of bushes and onto Whitedown Lane, steep road climb i did not long ago. i was not ready fir this today but climb without any issues. Coming back into Guildford offered another above-the-clouds view, town was covered by a clouds. Once I dropped into town it turned low-visibility, cloudy, and cold, what a day.
03:49
51.7km
13.6km/h
1,070m
1,090m
Iam Miro went mountain biking.
December 7, 2025
Sunday ride. Looked like it would rain where I wanted to go, plus I had an extra thing to do in the morning, so I thought I might not ride at all. Maybe I could go on the road, but I didnât really want to. I wondered where I could go thatâs a bit off-road near me. Of courseâalong the Thames, then Richmond Park, Wimbledon Common⊠oh yeah, Iâve done that many times. So I planned it, woke up early, and left at 5:20. I was in a good mood. This is basically a night ride. No one anywhereâliterally empty roads. I love it. I reached the river and had fun. Not pushing it, just enjoying it. It started raining earlier than it was supposed to, but who caresâonce youâre wet, youâre wet. Still warm enough, so all good. The Richmond Park deer were just chilling here and there, not bothered by me. Two-hour ride, not cold, just a bit wet, and home before sunrise. So yeahânight ride.
02:10
39.3km
18.1km/h
220m
220m
Iam Miro went mountain biking.
December 6, 2025
Another early morning â woke up at 3am and couldnât get back to sleep. Stayed in bed till 5, then got ready for a ride. Left home, train, and was on the trail by 6:50. Took about half an hour to get through the first 3 km with all the faffing, taking pictures, and sudden need of number two, luckily found public toilets in the middle of nowhere, lifesavers. The ride felt weird â felt slow and barely any effort going in, just a chill spin. Checked the normalised power and thought, ⊠not bad.â Still rolling on worn hard-pack fast tyres, so with all the mud from the recent rain (and last nightâs rain), it was basically like riding on ice. Ordered proper winter/mud tyres which arrived on Thursday⊠but one was black and the other brown. Waiting for the matching black one next week. Near the end, tried to chase a train. Pushed hard but realised I wasnât going to make it, so added a few extra kilometres to kill time. Weather was mild, no rain, a bit windy, some sunshine â pretty decent overall. It was muddy but i took ass saver, didnt like it before as not looking good, but it was great, it did save my ass. âit did what it said on the tin!â I had fun, this was a good ride.
02:53
43.4km
15.0km/h
680m
700m
Iam Miro went mountain biking.
November 30, 2025
Feels like ages since Iâve been on the bike. This is my first time riding outside since I went to Scotland two weeks ago. Last weekend I felt like I didnât want to cycle at allâcompletely exhausted and tired of it. A break from the bike actually felt nice. I used the turbo a few times since, and today I finally got outside. The weather looked good, though the trails were a bit wet after yesterdayâs rain. I planned some off-road riding and had to travel to get to the trails. The only train early enough for me was to Gatwick Airport. I thought it would be challenging to get from the train to the start and backâletâs see, I said. And I was right. I got off the station on the wrong side, and the phone reception at the airport was terrible, so I couldnât search properly. Then I got lost on some dual carriageway. I eventually got to the start but couldnât figure out the one-way system as route was sort of on top of each other with all the bridges, was dark as it was before 6am, got lost a few more times, and wasted so much time. Finally I was on the right routeâand then I missed a turn and got lost again like a little boy. Once I finally hit the trails, I had fun. The temperature showed 1°C, but I felt fineâno idea how, because when Iâm not on the bike, Iâve been constantly cold since Scotland. The wet trails meant I was slower and going to be late catching the train back because Iâve got a busy Sunday, so I had to cut the route shorter. The plan was not to rush, not to pushâjust enjoy and have fun. And thatâs exactly what I did. But my numbers were fairly high. Looks like I push good power without feeling it. Maybe the Scotland trip was a step up and now I can go harder with not much extra effort. Thatâs great. The train back was fun: me, a biker with a covered face, dressed all in black like some black-ops soldier, covered in mud with a dirty bike, getting on a train full of returning holidaymakers. Not many trains, many cancelled, all packed. I got to the train on time, went through the lifts with all the rushing travellers, got to the carriage for bikesâand then they announced that the train to my destination was on a different platform. Great. So everyone waiting, too many, went up the stairs and moved to the other platform. Me tooâthrough a couple of hallways and back down. The train was leaving in a few minutes. I got on it just in time: full of people, each with suitcase, another bike, and a wheelchair. It was carnage. I think Iâll try avoid Gatwick from now on. There wasnât really another train option since there are engineering works everywhere on weekends these days. It was a challenging ride todayâto get there and to get backâbut it was worth it.
02:57
52.4km
17.8km/h
490m
520m
Iam Miro went gravel riding.
November 14, 2025
Glencoe youth hostel, start and finish of the race. https://www.followmychallenge.com/live/further-elements-2025 The night was goodâwas up for a couple of hours, but overall slept well. Breakfast, pack the bike, and letâs go. Short briefing and off we go. Started almost last as usual, no pressure. All good. Iâm trying to ride slowly. Itâs cold, but soon I feel Iâve got too many layers and need to take some off. I keep overtaking riders, chatting to them; the morning is going fine. Views are greatâlochs here and there, sunny, unusual for this time of year. We see snowy peaks in the distance, which is cool, but I know weâll be much closer to them soon. We hit a longer off-road section around 35 km. Itâs getting nicer. Soon we pass through the Bridge of Orchy and into a valley with snowy peaks and loads of river crossings. Iâm around the same few peopleâwe have a similar pace, yo-yoing each other, doing several river crossings together. One girl just went straight in and had to step into the water, first touch of water, first of too many. I cross fine. At one crossing weâre trying to jump from stone to stone. I see what looks like a better place to cross, but when I get closer it doesnât look good. I see an even better spot further up. I go through high grass, lifting my bike, but the river gets deeper and deeper. When I finally cross, I go in deep. Bummer. I could have just walked the first spot easily, but thatâs always the wayâyou try so hard to stay dry until you get wet, and after that you donât care. Next crossing, the girl and another guy are still looking for the best place. I just go straight through on the bike. Iâm wet anyway. Next one same, fast crossing. At the next river, I see a guy on a bike on the other side leaving, but as soon as he notices me he puts the bike down and gets his camera readyâevent photographer. Iâm thinking this picture will be epic: me crossing a river like a pro. I go for it⊠and suddenly see a massive rock. My front wheel is about to hit it, too big to dodge, and I go straight over the bars into the water, head-first. Had a proper sip of freezing water. Everything got soaked except my rucksack. I feel it in my ears and airpods are making cracking noise. I pick myself and the bike up quickly, check everything is still there, and get out of the river. Photographer comes over but doesnât say anythingâjust sticks the camera in my face taking photos, maybe video too, brilliant. He knew what will happen, one guy before me did the same. Now i need to be aware of them, looking for best shot, and aware of my ego, safety first. I get on the bike right away to keep warm. Changing to dry clothes is out of the questionâitâs 2°C, strong cold wind. I have to move. Thereâs a tea room in about 15 km. It will take ages to get there and it closes at 4. I know I canât make it, but I have a feeling things will work out, somehow, it might be still open. Worst case, Iâll change under a roof there rather than here in the open. On the descent I throw a jacket over everything to keep body warm. It works, but my hands and feet are completely frozen. I swap gloves but itâs tricky with wet hands. After 1.5 hours I reach the tea room. It looks open. Two cyclists are eating inside. I ask the owner if we can get food and hot drinksâof course we can! Riders told her more hungry cyclists were coming, so she kept things going. She overheard me on the phone and asked where Iâm from, turned out she is from Slovakia too, making cakes and selling bits, little post office in the middle of nowhere in Scotland, what are the chances. Foodâgreat. Two teas, drank some, poured the rest into my water bottle with too many sugars. I had only one spare baselayer, wasnât expecting to need four top layers, so I had to plan carefully. Tried baselayer + down jacket + waterproof jacketâperfect. Cozy and warm. I finished the rest of the race like that. Even when it got wet a few times, the wind dried it and I stayed warm. Amazing. I took off my waterproof socksâthey were soaked, wet from both sides, water got in from the top anyway. Useless now. Put heated socks on, then plastic bags to protect them from the wet shoes. Good setup, heat was lovely. Took some time to warm up properly. Ate, packed the bike, and off into the nightâthough it was only 5:30 pm and already pitch dark. Next stop: Pitlochry, last resupply before Cairngorms. Closes at 10 pmâCo-op, one kebab place, maybe some pubs, but you want in-out-gone. I reach town around 8 pm: Co-op, coffee, shopping, then grab a kebab and continue. Feeling good, warm, no problem. Still enjoying myself. Had a coffee after months of not drinking anyâthis will keep me going. Plan: ride through the night. Next open place is 130 km away (opens 7:30 am) or Inverness at 5 am (170 km). Letâs see how I feel. I marked some potential bivy spots. Thereâs also a bothy, but hikers + riders probably fill it. No hope there. I feel good and pass all my planned bivy marks, riding from one 40 km âmental checkpointâ to the next. Much easier than thinking â170 km to goâ. Feel pain on my thigh from hitting the handlebar earlierânot pleasant, but ok. Had a few hallucinations but nothing scary. Best one was a road signââmen at workââthe little man was moving. Had a good laugh. Checked the trackerâend of day one I was somewhere mid-pack, around 25th. Reached Inverness around 6:30 am. Quick coffee, snacks, water, go. Checked trackersâthereâs a girl I rode with earlier also in Inverness. Iâm in 13th place now. Now the race starts for me. Girl behind, 2â3 guys ahead. 140 km to finish. I bet theyâll stop at least once. Iâve got everythingâfood, waterâso no need to stop. Letâs go. Leave town before the girl and focus on the guy in frontâAurimas. We met before, know each other loosely from social media. After 70 km I suddenly see himâpuncture. Another one. Not good for him, good for me. Now keep going, stay ahead of the girl, chase the next rider. Iâm tired, had enough, but canât stop now. After another 40 km I reach Fort William. From here: last off-road + steep hills. 37 km to go. I overtake another rider who stoppedânow Iâm 10th. Top 10. My ego is screaming: Youâve got this. Donât stop. Short and steep hillsâreally steep, 20%. I walk them. Iâm sure the others behind are cycling them, because thatâs what cyclists do. Iâm saving energy. Stretching legs. Talking to my wife on the phoneâhelps a lot. 25 km to go. âAn hour and a half?â she says. Yeah, probably. It gets properly off-road now, Big rocks. My body is done. Canât ride it. Walk most of it. Downhillâgreatâbut canât ride that either. Sharp rocks screaming âslash that tyre!â. Walking, swearing: what on earth is this? Organisers said no hike-a-bike. I usually like hike-a-bike, but not this, not at the end, and not when mentally unprepared. I keep checking behind. The girl on a mountain bike can ride this stuff Iâm sure. Guy behind overtook her. Oh, Great. I think I see someone. Need to keep going. Two photographers appear on hills. I focusâdo NOT fall in front of them again. Pass them, they came on bikes but they have van close, Goodâmeans tarmac is coming. Reach town. Tarmac, 8 km left. But GPS shows red climbs. Push harder. Eat some Dextro tablets or something. People sending messages: âPush! Heâs right behind you!â 5 km⊠4 km⊠Suddenly turn leftâoff-road climb. Shot. Push the bike uphill. Then get lost. Tiny path into the woods. Lights behind meâoh no. Carry the bike through the woods, pop out next to a lake. My phone is blasting fast music, people staring at me. Follow the route. Fast gravel, good. 3 km left. Then⊠lost again. Seriously? Now? Find the way, hit the main road. See lights behindâcar? Rider? Streetlights? No idea. Push. Last 1.5 km. Cars passing me. Donât see the rider. Hope heâs not right there. Finish line. Done. Sit down, hot drink, food. Feels amazing. Left everything out there. Then the guy arrives⊠10 minutes later. All that panicâfor that? Hilarious. Makes the feeling even better. Started almost last, finished top 10. Not bad at all. The whole weekend turned out great. Scotland is something elseâbeautiful, perfect for riding. Happy with everything and that i came here again. Now: eat, sleep, plan the next one.
28:52
524km
18.2km/h
7,420m
7,420m
Iam Miro went cycling.
November 9, 2025
Today I had to be strict with myself and take it easier â sometimes thatâs hard, to be honest. Woke up early, left around 6. Checked the weather; it didnât look as warm as the previous days. Thick merino baselayer, long-sleeve jersey, and insulated gilet â should be fine. And it was. One glove thicker, one thinner â a little test to compare. Decided to head towards Richmond Park. Sunday mornings there are usually fine, not too crowded. But wow, the park was cold â freezing, really â yet beautiful. A few cyclists, more deer. It was nice. Had to slow down a few times, keeping an eye on my watts and making sure I took it easy. A lovely morning â the sun came up, it warmed a bit, and it felt great. By the end, it felt like the perfect start to a ride⊠only now the park and all roads was full of people everywhere, not my cup of tea.
02:16
47.8km
21.1km/h
310m
310m
Iam Miro went cycling.
November 8, 2025
Supposed to have new wheels, but they didnât arrive. I still wanted to do a gravel ride â basically an MTB route on the gravel bike. I pulled out my 650b wheels that I hadnât used for a year, pumped them up, and replaced the brake pads since they needed it. I didnât bed them in properly though, as these brakes had always been fine before. It was raining anyway, so I didnât go for a spin to test if everything was working. Woke up fine, left early in the dark to catch the train â and suddenly there was a huge squeaky noise when I was freewheeling. Strange. I thought it was the freehub or something, but soon the rear brake started making the same awful noise. The kind of noise that could wake a whole village. Not sure what to do â I couldnât ride like this. I could take it apart, but how would I clean or sand it? I didnât have any sandpaper with me on this bike. So I decided to turn back and figure it out later. The best options seemed to be: go on the MTB instead, or swap wheels and do a road ride straight from home. So, I quickly planned a new route, swapped wheels a few items, and went. All was good â great weather, my favourite lanes. Then came White Hill Lane. âHmm, letâs see how I feel about it this time,â I thought. âDoes it still belong in the top section of my âItâs Only Hillâ chart?â Oh yes, itâs still steep. Felt hard today â too many cars, not ideal â and yes, itâs definitely in the top three. I wasnât feeling great after that. Thought about doing Succumb Hill as well, like last time, just to compare. My first thought was, âDefinitely not â I donât feel like it today.â A few minutes later though, once Iâd recovered a bit, I thought, âHmm, maybe Iâll check if Iâm passing near Succumbâs⊠well, I am. Letâs go â could be fun.â Changed the route a bit and went for it. Coming down a long descent and through a big roundabout, I was in the wrong gear, had to stop at the bottom to change that as was on hill already. So many cars passing â thatâs always the issue with this hill: cars, cars, cars. Got the gears sorted and started climbing. The first part felt like hell â I was dying. It was so hard today. I nearly gave up, but I guess the cars gave me motivation â my ego wouldnât let me stop in front of everyone. I got through the first section and moved onto the second, which felt a bit easier this time. Overall, it was a tough one. Iâd felt tired in the morning â hard week at the gym and on the turbo â and today was supposed to be an easy spin. So, really, I did this to myself. The rest of the ride was just cruising home â and in the end, it was a good ride.
02:46
55.1km
19.9km/h
610m
620m
Iam Miro went cycling.
November 2, 2025
What Was I Thinking Kind of Morning Planned a good ride today, including some hills I wanted to tackle, but the weather didnât look great. Should I wait for the rain to stop? But then Iâd be out for a good part of the day. No â Iâll go as early as possible and get soaked if I have to. Iâm not made of sugar, right? Left at 6 a.m., and by kilometre 4, I had to put on waterproof trousers as the heavens opened. It was fine and even fun â I was in a good mood. I could feel my feet completely swimming inside my shoes, but I had waterproof socks, so it should be dry⊠or is it? After the ride, I checked my feet: one was dry, the other was a bit wet. Probably one sock is punctured or something. After an hour and a half, I hit a low moment. I wanted to chicken out â felt like it was a long way to go. I was wet, cold, and it wasnât fun anymore. Stopped for a bit, under the bridge, ate something, got my blood flowing in my feet. Checked the closest train station, checked how far it was to go back home, then checked the weather â and as it looked like the rain would stop soon (plus the sugar gave me some energy), I decided to keep going. That little pick-me-up gave me a good boost â I was happy again and enjoying the ride. Stopped soon after for a quick toilet break, had something to eat again (it was difficult to access food during the ride since I was dressed like an onion with all those layers). Had a nice chat with a lady who was collecting rubbish along the road â she does it every Sunday, bless her. Her son Tim, I think, also rides bikes. She asked if I do the Hampshire Hills event â something like that â probably her Tim does it. It was a nice moment, another little pick-me-up. I was looking forward to a hot drink, and luckily there was a gas station on the way. Bought a pastry and some hot tea, poured it into my bottle with extra water, grabbed extra sugar, mix it all together and created warm energy drink. There was also a convoy of old cars going from London to Brighton, I think â these veteran cars were all over the place! Soon, I took off some layers to get ready for the hills â not great climbing in waterproof trousers. First hill: Leith Hill. It wasnât the toughest, but it felt hard today â long-ish, and I felt weak and tired. Or maybe the hill is tough? Not sure. The scenery around was beautiful though â autumn colours everywhere. Finished the climb, legs working fine â maybe I was just stiff. Then came White Down South. There was a sign with â16%â on it â and thatâs always a good sign. It means itâs a proper hill. Nice narrow lane, steeep. Ugh â I like it! It was a good one. A few moments I thought, âThis is so steep, I want to get off the bike,â so Iâll have to rate it high â definitely top five, maybe even top three for now. Once I reached the top, I had a great feeling â not exactly achievement, more like a masochistic type of excitement. I liked being pushed hard. This is the kind of hill I was looking for â so whoever mentioned it, thank you đđ» At the top, a beautiful forest and a great descent. Nice. From here it was basically downhill to home â sort of. My bum was soaked from water spraying up, not very comfortable, and I had to eat again and again since I was running low on energy so often. The weather turned out great in the end. Shame it was so wet at the beginning â it wouldâve been a perfect day out with a dry bum. But hey, there need to be days like this too.
05:40
119km
21.0km/h
1,380m
1,410m
Another weekend was here, and I had a nice off-road ride on my mind. I had to goâI wanted to.
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Last weekend, the previous ride ended with the derailleur not working. Since it started working again when I got home, it went from Defcon2 priority to fix it down to Defcon4, or even Defcon5, and I didnât do