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Two cyclists and the Hill of Doom

There were several hats worthy of Indiana Jones in the small terrace last night, none alas worn  by a heroic Hollywood actor, they were  part of the Halloween  costume choice of daughter and friends – not sure which ghostly tales  cowgirls feature in but they were happy and looked amazing.  My recollection of old Indy is that within the span of two hours he managed to conquer everything thrown at him and  his  sundry companions and inevitably emerge triumphant.  So today  minus the hats – we are good helmet wearing cyclists,  two of us set off to conquer the Hill of Doom – well my companion has already triumphed over it but for me it was still there blocking the way to smugness.

We faced several challenges along the way – dealing with time slips due to my companion completely missing the clock change last night – battling mythical creatures – who knew Accrington was home the great metal Gekko?  Every ankle biting dog  in the area was rampant along the canal, and we drew several disbelieving looks as a result of the fact that we were both kitted out in identical outfits purchased from the local discount supermarket  giving us the appearance of belonging to a team but without the speed of a tour peloton. Undaunted we hit our stride and even overtook a couple of five year olds as we ploughed towards our nemesis – the long hill from Accrington up to Baxenden.

The weather was brilliant – the sun came out causing us to melt in our bargain lightweight fleece jackets,  but we ploughed onwards and upwards,  fighting off more dogs,  yet more dogs, and another group of  cycling infants until there it was …….  the Hill of Doom.   With gritted teeth we flew down the dip into the valley of my usual despair – my companion was up and pedalling hard and reached the summit in seconds, trailing in her wake  I  followed and with a monumental effort  pushed to the top!

Now most people just whizz up and down this bit and don’t even give it a thought but it has been a bit of a bete noir for me and so I am basking in a feeling of achievement. I won’t mention that the other killer stretch – with a gradient  close to  that of the north face of the Eiger which requires a standing start is still defeating me – but that is for another day –  it could possible be  the last crusade.  For now I am off to a warm bath with a glass of something cold, white and alcoholic to bask in a major sense of non celluloid created achievement.

 

 

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About anneinmid

Ageing optimist still trying to make sense of life. New to blogging.

4 responses »

  1. Monicatriathlon

    Well done indeed!

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    • Thank you so much compared to your Montserrat achievement its nothing but as we keep telling ourselves for 50 somethings who hadn’t cycled for 30+ years we’re doing OK! Like you we find descents terrifying! but we are having tremendous fun and enjoying every minute. Not sure we can do triathlons but will be following your progress..

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  2. Well done! Love your description of being part of a team without the speed of the peloton 🙂

    Really admiring how you’re sticking with riding- I’ve sadly not been on a bike since Cycletta. Not a planned absence and I hope to get back in the saddle soon.

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  3. we realy are quite sedate and Iam an absolute snail on the hill but we are determined to try and keep going. Really enjoying it though and its a great destresser though our economy cycle kit won’t mean that we figure on the pages of Cycle Chic any time soon. Well done on your London adventure

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