I rode the London Revolution last year and had some pretty distinct memories of swearing at myself under my breath, and promising not to do anything so stupid ever again.
So why did I spend this weekend riding all 180 miles again?
Well, because humans are stupid, and it was actually a lot of fun.
Yes, it’s hard. The first day (Strava link) is 100 miles of rolling countryside and we managed it in around 8.5 hours (with a couple of pit stops along the way). And the second day was supposed to be 80 miles (but came in closer to 90 with a diversion for roadworks) and takes in both the infamous Box Hill and the North Downs. Plus the route goes within a couple of miles of my front door and yet I have to keep going for another 12 miles to the finish instead of getting out the saddle and running a bath.
On the up side, I get to spend a couple of days with some friends, enjoy a pint or two with them on the Saturday night, enjoy a lap of Herne Hill Velodrome on the way home, and wallow in the pride and satisfaction of getting to the finish line in one piece.
And the hills that I was cursing last year, I actually quite enjoyed this time round. It helped that I knew they were coming of course, and I was ready for them. But I took my time, found my pace and took the the opportunity to look round and savour it as my thighs screamed out for mercy.
There’s probably a deep metaphor for life in there somewhere, but honestly I just enjoyed riding my bike up some hills.