Five and a half hours? That’s shameful, and not exactly fun. Last year was under four and a half. Next year, next year, I’m definitely going to do some training. (Or just stay home in bed.)
Anyway, though the magic of technology, yesturday’s activities can be described very precisely:
http://sportstracker.nokia.com/nts/workoutdetail/index.do?id=91735, complete with Google Map.
You can indeed spot the bits where I got off and walked. The data doesn’t track emotional state, nor precipitation, though I could imagine proxies for the former and sensors for the later.
Results here, and you will notice I was beaten by all of the riders in the female, 50-59 category, and by Trevor Mallard.
Also, I realised, just after the first little down, that I’ve never seen anyone else’s bones before. Turns out that “writhing in pain” is actually what people do, when they’re that badly injured. Still, he had two medics and a mate looking after him, so not much I could do to help. This may have slowed me at tad on the later downhills.