I've been planning this all week, but it goes further back than that.
At the start of the year, one of my goals was a road century. An imperial one. I was already fairly fit, knocking out 50 milers easily enough, on and off road. A test run in mid January, a metric century, was straightforward enough. A plan was made whereby I'd build it up, one big-ish road ride per month and edge the mileage up until I hit the century.
It all sounds simple enough. Of course, March's 'incident' then happened, which kind of derailed stuff. Never mind. As the year went on and Autumn arrived, I remembered that particular objective and made vague plans to return to it. Properly renew my aquaintence with the road and cross bikes after spending more of the summer and my recovery in the world of MTB then start on the miles.
Everything went well, my only enemy was time....parental committments and the season meant shorter days and a strict ride end time. No matter, you just have to adapt a little. Then it was time.
A rest week, a good weather forecast and a plan. An early night followed by an early start at dawn gave me a six hour window of opportunity, and some extra just in case. More than enough. The day comes, I drag myself out of bed, coffee and a big breakfast then changed. I stuff my pickets with gels and Haribo. Cafe money is secreted in the zip pocket of the base layer.
I look out the window and I start to worry. Its foggy. Really foggy and the road looks icey. I delay a little and revise the ride plan a little. I might still be able to make the 100 miles but if not, I'll just do less and call it another training ride and do the 100 later. There's still a few weeks until the end of the year.
After the self-imposed delay, I go to the garage, get the bike out and prepare to set off. I'm nervous....the road looks slippy but I'm sure it'll be fine. I reset the computer and set off. For info, I always leave the computer set on ride time, not distance. Seeing how little you've covered demoralises me and seeing how long I have been out empowers me. Yes, slightly mad, but so what.
I clip in and set off. Traditional circle of the street to allow me to check if the garage door is shut (the joys of an OCD!) then up the hill. I get to the lip at the base and my back wheel slides out from under me.
If its bad here, it'll be worse out of town and there's also standing water on some of the roads. It'll be frozen now. This ride would not be a good idea. I trudge back to the garage, hang the bike back up and go back up to the house. I meet the MiL on the stairs....she confirms that the roads are even worse out of town and the back roads (my routes in effect) are sketchy as hell. Damn it.
So, now it's coffee time and a chance to think of a plan B. There is a plan B isn't there?