It was the Kingston Wheelers 300km audax yesterday and I was feeling pretty good for it. I’ve dropped almost 10kg since Christmas and upped my riding volume and am feeling fit and healthy. Those of you who pop into the bikepacking thread may remember that I did a 200 and 300km audax last year and both of them turned to worms as I had chronic indigestion and couldn’t get enough calories in. I was hoping today would be different, but unfortunately not. The first few hours started well. I’d had my usual daily breakfast of a cinnamon bagel, banana and coffee. Got to the first control and managed to get there before the rush, grabbed another coffee and banana and headed off to the first main feed stop. I started to feel crap again after this and sipped some fruit juice and proceeded to feel rubbish for the next 90 minutes, while my stomach just got heavier and heavier. I wasn’t feeling properly sick but I just didn’t have the energy going into my system and so started my tried and trusted method of sucking on some fruit pastilles and water. I gradually started feeling better so my speed picked up and a fast group of Kingston Wheelers who had passed me 30kms before, I caught up with. One of their guys was bonking and they were towing him to the next main control, so I had a nice, fast 20kms into the halfway point. I was feeling better so had a pastie with water and fruit juice and a short sit-down. I’ve learnt in audax not to dawdle too much and to try to keep moving, otherwise a long day becomes even longer. There’s a bit of a climb out of Amesbury and you head up into the Tidworth Camp area, which is quite exposed. I’ve done this audax twice before and loved this bit. Not today. There was a headwind and normally I’m happy to get down low and spin the gears, but I was having to sit up to give my stomach a bit of room. Another couple of hours of feeling ropey. It was at this time that my bike started to play up as it developed a really odd squeaking noise that I’d never heard before. I got off three times, trying to track it down but my BB, crank, wheels and mudguards were all fine. I then worked out that my right pedal was really rough. They are my old TT bike powertap pedals and the water from the puddles must have got into the bearings and started washing the grease out. It sounded horrible and the grinding noise would come and go, but I was still able to pedal ok.
So started feeling better again and there was a guy who had passed me and I started to reel him in and we two-upped 20kms to the stop at Whitchurch. There’s a lovely coffee shop there, so I had a vegan sausage roll, which is food I knew I would be safe with and a coffee to perk me up. The guy I had caught left a bit before me and I thought that I’d catch him again, but again, I felt awful as I left the control and had the worst 2 hours. It was probably the hardest 50kms of the event with a few steep-ish hills and into a headwind. At times, on the flat, I was barely maintaining 12-14km/hr, let alone mph. I resigned myself to feeling this way for a bit and just had to suck it up. I got to the next control and found a garage a km away and had a strawberry milk which settled things down.
I had 60kms to go and this where it started to rain and the temperature dropped. My stomach was not bad but not great either, so had a bit of a longer stop here to sort myself out, have a wee and get ready for this last bit. It was 6pm by this stage and I’d been out for 12 hours, and the light was going. It had been raining a lot more in SW London as I headed through Ascot and I slowed up quite a bit. Potholes that I couldn’t see and having to dodge around huge puddles; gravel-strewn and narrow cycle paths. All this dented my average speed even more. Just after Ascot, my pedal threw a proper wobbly. I had to stand up to force it to spin as the big puddles had made it start to seize up again. I was starting to get properly cold and wet but I knew the roads from my Sunday rides and didn’t mind too much. Eventually got to the HQ at 8pm, 14 hours after starting. I was the 6th rider home out of 61. It’s not a race
but still nice to be up the front. I rode on my own for around 250kms of the 300. Some quality ‘me time’. 
I am frustrated. In all the endurance stuff I have done in the past, triathlon, time trialling, running, paddling etc I used to be able to eat anything and be absolutely fine, but unfortunately, something has changed in the last few years and this just isn’t the case anymore. I wanted to enter the London-Edinburgh-London audax, which is next year. It’s been on my bucket list for a while but I’ve decided it’s not to be as don’t want to spend 5 days controlling my stomach.
I’m also frustrated because the good bits felt really good. When doing this stuff, my simple effort level meter is ‘can I talk and eat withouth having to catch my breath?’ Other than a couple of sharp hills, I never got into any form aerobic distress. I was also really comfortable on the bike and I had no issues with my contact points. A little achy at the end, but that was all.
Nevermind. I think 200km rides will have to be my top limit. It’s a shame as I really like the audax community who are avery varied and mixed bunch of riders and an even more varied range of bicycle types. Although Ti bikes with tt bars seem to be in fashion (only saw one rider actually down on their bars though
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