While the bath is running...
It was a game of three thirds. The first bit I just couldn't warm my muscles up. I was riding slow, my knees were both a bit tendon grumpy, my butt was literally stinging, I was sleep deprived and a grump. But after a nice boulangerie raid I hit that fabulous d1 and caught up lost time by lunch. The last third was cruel mind game. I kept thinking I was further than I thought. It never ended, the surfaces turned rough.
The least 50km was all hills, not one flat bit at all. I got stung on the thigh by a bee I hit at 40mph and stuck to my lycra. I got another puncture.
What else...I observed today that 80 of french drivers are male, between the age if 50and 55.
I concluded that the answer to almost any question is basically "it depends", which is why a lot of people like maths.
I planned my summer holiday. Twice.
And to cap off the evening I just dropped my long finger gloves in the TOILET. Forgot I had tucked them in the back of my bib shorts...so now they're wet and I wanted to use them in the morning. Skies are clearing so it's going to be a cold one I think. 7hrs kip and I'll be back on it :/
Oh and my garmin battery died as o reached the hotel. So whole course recording lost. I also can't restart it. Uh oh.
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