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I went on a clubrun today, out into the exposed Essex countryside, and had to ride the 35 mile return leg into a miserable cold, wet, and vicious headwind. There were 6 of us, but I had to do the last hour on my own.
By this point, I was close to bonking, my lower back had completely locked up from riding so tensely (dangerous winds always seem to make every muscle, tendon, and ligament stiffen up), and every time I had to stop at lights or whatever, I felt like crying, and just lying down on the pavement in the foetal position.
It's been a while since I've had a ride this bad, and today's was exacerbated by back pain - got to be a contender for worst hour spent in the saddle.
Anyone else got any anecdotes of how riding a bike crushed their spirit and reduced them to a quivering emotional wreck?