May 2014

[Charliecat5]

One of my favourite pastimes is seeing bands play live and getting 'stuck in' to the middle of a mosh pit. The heat, the intensity, the slamming and letting yourself go in a cauldron of sweat and bare flesh; you can't beat it. The downside of spending a couple of hours in a mosh pit are the bruises and aches and pains that follow - last night, washing the bruises away with a couple of pints seemed a good plan... image how I felt this morning when I woke up at 7am and remembered that today was the day I was meant to biking the Moyleman with a camera strapped to the front of my bike.

When we ran the Moyleman trial back in March, the plan had been to film the run so we could use a timelaspe to help promote the 2015 event - attract runners, sponsors and the like; but a third of the way through the bracket that holds the camera to the bike snapped, and that was that. So I needed to do it again, and having procrastinated for weeks I had finally decided that today was the day.

The trouble is, since the Moyleman, I haven't done much biking. Inspired by Moyles, et al. I started running and this has, I discovered this morning, had a negative impact on the muscles I usually use for biking. They've weakened - not helped by last nights shenanigans.

All I can say is that I did it... but Caburn was a nightmare... a major bout of muscle cramp meant that I had to walk a section of it, but once over the top when flying down Chapel Hill it was a great feeling of achievement. Sadly though, when I biked the last 100 yards along Cliffe High Street and round the corner to the John Harvey Tavern there was no one there cheering me on; no one congratulating me, no one to buy me a pint of Harveys and a plate of chips. Oh well, roll on March 15th 2015.

The goods news is that the camera worked - I am now downloading approximately 14,000 pictures which I then need to convert into a movie.

Onwards and upwards.