The weather has been changeable but it has finally decided to be wet and stormy. The chairs are blowing up and down the balcony of my 7 th story apartment. Its going starry wet tomorrow and then improve with occasional showers. I’m not optimistic about my gold medal chances but I plan tho enjoy the day
Etape starting numbers announced. Act I: 1941 and Act II 2596 Happy enough with these numbers. They’re low enough to help me avoid early traffic jams like my 2Km walk up Col de Marie-Blanque in 2010. Exciting! The lights of Anglesey have just appeared through the mist. It’s 23:41 and I’m due to disembark at 00:20
Looking at the Wicklow mountains from the bow of the Ulysses I remember the suffering of last weekend and think of the words of many namesake ;
Wicklow , rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighborhood for wheelmen, so long as it didn’t come down.
Well it didn’t come down this year like last year but I did suffer.
Having nearly killed me Hugh and Brendan act all friendly 😉
Traveling to England tonight for the Dartmoor Classic. Three days to go and all my training is finished. Staying tonight on Merseyside and then a six hour drive down to Plymouth tomorrow. Really looking forward to relaxing in Plymouth but after two years of blissful sunshine for the Dartmoor classic I fear my luck has run out.
More Joyce to finish;
British beatitudes! … Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery, (bicycles) and bishops
First day back…
Saturday morning and heading to Dublin when I realised I had time and felt fit enough to go to the gym!
I tried treadmill but my knee would not allow me to run, the rower is out because of my collar bone, tried the stairs but that really hurt my knee. Guess what? The only thing I was fit to do was the bike! Irony.
Did 30 minutes got my heart rate up. No pain and felt good.
Fourteen days to Etape Hibernia and twenty-one to Sean Kelly. Who knows?
Confessions of a Velophile 