After falling into bed – possibly literally – at around 4:30am, it would not have been unreasonable had I decided to stay in bed this morning and not go for the ride I had planned.  On the other hand, that would merely have proved those who said I’d never make it right, and besides, it was just possible that the odd other member of the ACG might turn out and I hate to let people down.  Mind you, I needn’t have worried, it was just little old me :).  Lightweights the lot of them *grin*.  To be fair this was actually somewhat of a relief since I figured if I was going to feel rubbish and cycle abysmally, it might be more tolerable without an audience!

Since it was just me, I guess I could have done anything I wanted, but the plan had been coffee in Glastonbury and that still seemed like a good idea.  And it’s not like I had the mental energy for coming up with a new plan anyway.  Besides which they do exceedingly good coffee there, and coffee was never going to be an optional extra this morning.  So I stuck to the plan.  It was grey, with wet roads, but fairly mild, with not a lot of wind.  Relatively pleasant as these things go.  Unsurprisingly and as expected the first twenty minutes or so to Wedmore were a little bit hard going but after that it got a little easier.  I went straight over the hill and down the other side and all the way down the main road to Fairyland.  It being New Year’s Day, most normal people were at home nursing their hangovers, and the roads were uncharacteristically quiet.  There wasn’t even that much lycra around, possibly proving that I’m not the only cyclist to have over-indulged last night ;).

Having no lock and being just me, coffee was a little more logistically complicated than usual.  I had to ask a nice lady to keep an eye on the bike while I nipped in to get my very much wanted and hard earned coffee.  As I sat on the ground by the bike I realised that I actually felt far worse off the bike than on it!  A bizarre state of affairs.

the poc pac at work

Heaphy's Cafe

Clearly the solution to this was to get back on the bike…so I did.  Straight home via Godney and the flats, and don’t spare the horses.

Cycling time: 1:43:25 hrs
Distance: 28.88 miles.
AVS: 16.7 mph.
ODO: 11586 miles

A fairly respectable speed all things considered, but man do I ever feel ropey now!  Of course it’s distinctly possible that I’d been feeling even worse if I hadn’t ridden, and it was lovely to be out there :).  It would be nice to say the ride got rid of the hangover, but that’s clearly so not true.  But it did mask it for a couple of hours, so it was definitely worth it.  Since I plan on spending as much of this year as possible on the bike, let’s call it starting as I mean to go on :).  Happy New Year!