Rode out on the Birmingham City Cycles run again on Saturday morning. It was a beautiful morning for a ride, although there were not so many as when I first went out with them. Perhaps because the group was smaller and despite the wind the pace was definitely higher, around 20mph according to my little computer thingy.
I was doing alright for most of it. I didn't check time or distance travelled, and I kept the pedals turning. Turning, that is, until we reached the spot where I began to flag before. Four of us had to stop at a roundabout and so got separated from the main group. I made an effort to close the gap, but I just couldn't seem to do it. I kept on working, but they didn't get closer. I looked back to find I'd ridden away the other three and was all on my own. So I thought stuff it, I'll slacken off and ride back with these guys. The group ahead disappeared, and I waited for to be caught. I stopped. Nobody arrived. I waited. Nobody arrived.
By now, it was clear I'd not only fallen off the back of the group, I'd fallen off the route as well. I knew I was near Sutton Coldfield, so I just followed the signs back to Birmingham. Checking the map later, I'd managed to make the wrong choice at every junction that would have put me back on course, meaning I enjoyed a healthy detour through Sutton, Kingstanding, Perry Barr, and Aston. Did have the pleasure, though, of being flashed at by one of those "Slow Down, Your Speed is" signs doing 30mph past Sutton Coldfield Cottage Hospital, and apparently hit 38.5mph at some point. If I'd known, I'd have probably been a bit scared. Caught the rest of the group in the end though, drinking coffee at a cafe in the Bullring.
Note to self: Take a banana next time so you don't get hungry.