Got my mojo working

No plans to ride Saturday because we were painting the front door (well Beth was whilst I watched Cav sweep up the pink jersey in the Giro’s opening team time trial), so I did a big session in the gym on Friday followed by a plan to do a big ride Sunday.
Sadly by the time I got out on Sunday (~10:00) I felt lethargic and couldn't get my mojo. I did wear my pink rapha top in deference to Cav being the first Briton (ever!) to wear the maglia rosa. Maybe it was a late night Saturday or the few beers that I sank but I didn’t feel like I had any energy. I haven’t been drinking much lately, pretty much only Saturday nights and then a couple of glasses of wine, so I’m guessing it was the beer dragging me down. Over Loxley hill and I didn’t fancy the long climb out of Ilmington to Chipping Campden, my destination, so I contemplated another route, but once I realised it would take me into the slight breeze that there was I carried on with my original plan.
My concession was to vary the route of my ascent over Campden hill, normally I take the gated road which has a steep and barely manageable climb but today I took the “main” road if it can be called that, reasoning that it would be more gentle. It was only after a kilometre of steep climbing that I realised that this road took me over a different, bigger hill. After the initial cliff face the gradient did tail off before a big kick at the end rewarded by a great descent.

One reason I came this way was to challenge myself on the descent from Dover’s hill. It’s very steep and fast with a couple of sharp bends and always scares me silly (see pic). I recall the first time I climbed to the top thinking that the climb was a disappointment. I have no idea why because ever since I have struggled up to the viewpoint, across the vale of Evesham, at its summit. Anyway the descent beat me again, proving that a) I’m not as brave as I like to think I am b) I need new brake blocks.
No real issues on the way back although I was shattered when I got home, but an hour and an ice cream in the park with Mo and Beth kept the smile on my face.
My HR monitor threw a benny and recorded a max HR of 220, which, as my theoretical max HR is 175, would probably kill me, other stats:
Duration
03:16:28
Calories
2365 kcal
Distance
86.1 km

Sunday night I slept badly due to aching legs. When I exercise hard its like my muscles can’t relax and they fit through the night keeping me (and Beth) awake. I’ve tried all sorts to calm them but with no joy and it seems a bit random, I don’t always get it. Massage, hot bath, cold bath, alcohol, no alcohol, no caffeine etc Any suggestions welcome!
Monday, despite my aching legs I did a quick Beausale loop hoping to beat my recent 53:46 but a strong wind and some fatigue kept me at 53:45, not bad given the weather.
Duration
00:53:45
Calories
621 kcal
Distance
25.1 km

Average HR
136 bpm
Maximum HR
156 bpm

Tuesday a day of rest and back on my bike to work on Wednesday. 5 weeks to go, I’m not as confident as I have been but bring it on.