Today is my favourite Day
Day 1: Pitched as having some good climbs. 121km 50km/hr winds +
We arrived at
Mizen Head to a howling wind but the mood of the group was good. Having taken it handy the previous night most were ready for the first day on the road. The transfer took about an hour and the late start effected a few. The 7am start ended up got us on the bikes for about 10:30. The crowd headed off with much enthusiasm. I got hung up in the first group for about 30
mins and then realised it wasn't the pace for me. I dropped back and found Mick
O'B, Dublin Fireman who had a steady pace going more along my own. We cruised through the green lined roads and the miles got clocked. The lunch stop wasn't far only 65km probably a decent distance to do any day. Lunch was well welcomed as the wind and cold rain got to most. A sandwich and soup was gourmet. I found I really wasn't taking on enough fuel and was waiting till I was starving not a great strategy. Post lunch the group all back together we left
Bantry and were on our way to
Killinary. I heard rumours of the climb and saw signs for the tunnels. I don't climb well, it just isn't my thing I am carrying a few kilos then these skinny cyclists. I had the pleasure of a long climb to the tunnels with
Eamonn Linnane, Tour Director, a bear of a man who let me know that he hated cycling 3 minutes after meeting me. Our conversation turned to his name and we tried to work out our blood line.
Eamonn kept telling me the top was near by, the winds blew and at one stage I had 5.3 km/hr on the clock when climbing. I got to the top eventually, hurting, it was the first of many climbs and mental challenges to come....
The down hill was long but the road quality poor, I kept on trucking thinking the end was nigh. I had Moll's Hill to get up yet. After
Kenmare a quick
Isostar gel pack I was given information from 27km to 37km. The first lesson of the trip never listen to the shortest distance. I thought the back was broken
unfortunately the big 8km climb to Molls Gap hadn't been done. This is hell on a still day but when a 90kg man gets blown over the road you have to worry. At one stage I worried about going over the edge. The road was ever winding and never ending. Got to the top looking forward to the drop. The wind stopped any sort of speed being reached. A slight mental breakdown by the
Killinary lake, which included a sob, a mars bar and a lovely shady tree. I honestly was exhausted and looking to set up camp. First sight of the pony and traps was a sure sign I could roll from there in. I would have checked into any hotel I saw, the sponsor hotel was only for a few special people. My hotel was further up. I have never been so happy to finish something. It was honestly the hardest day, not to mention longest distance and worst weather I have ever cycled in. Was it worth it? Of course. That night I sat opposite Donal one of the visually impaired guys, blind since birth who humbled me and made me realise what this event was all about. I was empowered a ready for the next day. A few pints, a late night and a restless night but how cares!