First attempt at a 600 km. Started a migraine about 50 km in, visual disturbance meant I couldn’t see where I was going properly. I managed to find some paracetamol in a village and stopped for a while to give it a chance to work and for my vision to clear, then reached Pocklington and a petrol station control.
Very fuzzy headed and probably rude to everyone there as I felt totally out of it. Sparkly disturbance came back and I realised I wasn’t going to be able to continue. I sat on a bench for a while, one of the riders came past (going the wrong way as I’d gone off-route to the high street), it was all could do to shake my head in a “sorry I can’t speak” gesture. It was very hot and bright, I retired to Costa for a good while until I felt ok to ride out to York for the train. My house keys and bedding were in Mytholmroyd, and the control wouldn’t open for several hours (the route is two loops and HQ is also a mid-ride control, with the opportunity for sleep and, I should imagine, packing), so I had to hang around Leeds centre for several hours, very frustrating being so close to home. I’ll never leave my house keys again.