Plans

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July 12th 2013 Annecy France.

‘Next year I’m doing the Haute Route. Stated Hugh. ‘ Will you do it? ‘
‘I will’ I replied
‘If you say you’ll do it you have to do it, right? ‘ Hugh lays down the ground rules

‘I’ll book it tomorrow when I arrive back in Ireland’

05:30 August 30th 2014 Dublin Airport Departures.

I’m sitting having coffee with Hugh waiting to board my  06:40 flight to Barcelona to begin Haute Route Pyrenees

“Will passengers traveling to Merseile on flight EI3695 to Merseile please go to gate 213?’

”Well we gotta go”  remarks Hugh as he and his beautiful girlfriend rise and reach for their bags ”Good luck in the  Haute Route”

“Thanks”  I sigh.

As he maneuvers his wheely bags around the tables in the airport bar he glances back

‘Brendan says your over trained but I’m sure you’ll be fine”  and he is gone.

I am alone in Terminal 2, 9kg over weight, waiting to board my flight for Haute Route Pyrenees

Plans

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July 12th 2013 Annecy France.

‘Next year I’m doing the Haute Route. Stated Hugh. ‘ Will you do it? ‘
‘I will’ I replied
‘If you say you’ll do it you have to do it, right? ‘ Hugh lays down the ground rules

‘I’ll book it tomorrow when I arrive back in Ireland’

05:30 August 30th 2014 Dublin Airport Departures.

I’m sitting having coffee with Hugh waiting to board my  06:40 flight to Barcelona to begin Haute Route Pyrenees

“Will passengers traveling to Merseile on flight EI3695 to Merseile please go to gate 213?’

”Well we gotta go”  remarks Hugh as he and his beautiful girlfriend rise and reach for their bags ”Good luck in the  Haute Route”

“Thanks”  I sigh.

As he maneuvers his wheely bags around the tables in the airport bar he glances back

‘Brendan says your over trained but I’m sure you’ll be fine”  and he is gone.

I am alone in Terminal 2, 9kg over weight, waiting to board my flight for Haute Route Pyrenees

Grey

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Sitting in front of my lunchtime coffee looking out at a blustery grey day.

I’m feeling ‘Grey’. 3 days to go before I leave for the  Haute route and my form is flat.

I’ve gained weight every week. I feel sluggish on the bike and I died a hundred times on the Sean Kelly tour before I finally arrived back in Dungarvan.

I have decided to take this week off and finalise (I.e. start) packing.  I’m actually looking forward to the haute route I just feel I’ve struggled to peak twice during
the space of 8 weeks