Sorry for the photo but it describes wintercycling as its best. Agony after 200k and 13,5h in a snowstorm.
The Plan for the 59th monthly 200k in a row was very good. Early start, good route and weather.
No early start. Only after 7. Weather forecast promised snowstorm early evening, but I planned to be fast and be near home before the worst. And only short unknown road and the others should be in good shape.
I had very bad legs from the beginning. I had two sessions of pilates during the week and normally even one is too much. First 80k went quite well. No bad things happened.
First resting place was a small cafe. And there were not much to eat. After that I rode the worst road ever. Bad part was only 30k but it was enough. Thin, hilly, icy and snowy road. Lot of holes and traffic. I was totally exhausted and nearly rode home the shortest way. And it was only shortly past half way.
I carried on but then the storm started a couple of hours too early. Headwind last 4-5 hours and a lot of snow. I had brains to rest once more and eat half of sandwich and chocolate in a better and bigger cafe. 40k still to go and 3,5 hours time left. Last 10k I nearly carried my bike because of the snow. I walked first time ever a hill. Nobody saw I hope 😉
I was really (normally I am only death) death when arriving home. A couple of minutes left but I did it once again.
Big balls and no brains…