Nothing goes to plan28 Feb
This morning I had plans to ride to Ben and go running with him. I got on my bike at 12:45 and started the long ride to Dorking (34km, my iPhone told me). After yesterday’s £30 fine for jumping a red light I tried to hold back. Many stops later checking for signal and confirming the route I pulled in to their new house. What a great spot, at the end of the garden was woodland and they were sourrounded by hills. We did a 11km route along a green valley, over fields and through some light forest. Absolutely stunning landscape and we passed many groups of people walking, no other runners though, what kind of lazy people live in Dorking 
So far everything had gone to plan. We were back at Ben’s house and it was 17.00. After playing a short (far too short) while with Bean (Nicky and Ben’s son) I was back on the bike. My decision to try out the “train low – race high” energy strategy now started to impact me. In theory if you train on low energy levels you teach your body to cope with what it has got.
So far that day I had eaten two sandwiches and had 3 energy gels and I had done about 3h30min solid training. The route back started with the massive zig zack route up Box hill and I was cursing my decision not to eat more! Once on the top it was downhill most of the way into Morden.
This is where it all went wrong. I was 20min away from home, however after the one-way system and some roadwork I was caught in a web of residential streets. No matter where I turned I couldn’t get to a main road! To tired to stop and get my iPhone out and get a new route back to the house I ended up in Putney!
Good thing – I knew where I were and how to get home
Bad thing – I was in Putney and was depleted of all energy
I got back home at 19:30 and the six hour training session was finally over. Paul had arranged a party though, so 45minutes later I was out the door. Needless to say I was not going to go for a heavy night out. At 23 I said my goodbyes and I hit the pillow fast asleep!
