Today: 200k with just under 5,000m.
The week so far (6 days): 642.4km, 28hr 58m, 16,300m
See the ride here.
- I don't want to be a pro anymore.
- Croix de Fer and Col du Glandon have three 16% pinches between them.
- Hitting Alpe d'Huez at 2pm in 35 degree heat after 178k in the saddle is VERY uncomfortable.
- If sucking wheels with furious vengeance only gets you yelled at once in 200k, it's a good day.
- Leaving Alpe d'Huez at 7am in 6 degrees with only newspaper shoved up your front does NOT keep you warm.
- Trying to eat a twinky provided by the French Army when it's about 32 degrees, travelling at 45kmh whilst riding into a block head wind downhill, WILL turn your mouth drier than a nun's INSTANTLY - bad idea.
- In 10 hours out, 8+ hours riding, with an official race time of 7h18m I drank about 8 bidons (5 litres of fluid) and only did one wee.
- The winner did it in 5h32m - freak!
- Most muppets cannot descend. I can and that's cool!
- The French public are awesome. There were hundreds of people lining Alpe d'Huez to cheer us on and pour fresh, cold mountain water on our heads. Bless you all.
- Legs hurt.
- Knees hurt.
- Balls of my feet have NEVER hurt like that before. Nearly had to stop on Galibier.
- Arms hurt.
- Shoulder blades hurt.
- Lower back - stiff as.
- I was 494th from 7,000+.
- How do I feel? AWESOME!!
I feel I must mention John's effort. He's 40-something-ish and only been riding for 18 months. He was out there for over 10 hours and he finished. Bloody brilliant!
Froome-dog in the Tour, killing it. Porte, what a champ! Barring an incident, looks like a Sky win already. C'mon Cuddles - get up there son!