I don’t know about you, but after watching this morning’s mountain stage (yes, finally, the mountains!), I was flying on my bike! A friendly tailwind, stunning sunshine, heat and a few fluffy clouds. Perfect summer day!
My legs were turning fast. Images of Chavanel kept coming back to me: digging deep into his soul and enjoying what may be the biggest day of his cycling career. Inspiring, to say the least!
I kept increasing my speed. A fast cadence. Big chain ring. And then, a weird sensation, like when you feel someone is watching you or looking over your shoulder. I turned my head for a second. No one. I was still by myself. But somehow, I didn’t feel like I was alone…
A long false flat. I could feel my heart rate slowly rising. First short hill. My legs seemed fresh and strong, thanks to Friday’s full recovery day! As a result, I did not even bother to change to the small chain ring; I just attacked. I was rocking those white bibs!
Suddenly, it hit me: I knew that after watching that mountain stage, thousands of cyclists around the world would head out for a ride. That’s what religiously watching the TdF will do to you, if you’re a roadie.
Although I was riding solo, I knew I wasn’t by myself; you guys were pedaling too. I thought of my dear friend @RaceG206 in Puerto Rico, @pmatalon in Jamaica, all of you in the States (@blueallez, @donaldjones, @13aspen, @dauphin87, @rgrissom, @RickieRainwater), @lovingthebike, (somewhere searching for your perfect tropical island), and @GTinLA, still recovering from your latest adventure!
Thousands of kilometres apart but yet, going through similar emotions, battling the same wind, approaching the same kind of climbs.
Thousands of miles away from one another but yet, sharing the same passion.
We may speak different languages at times (Spanish, English, French-Canadian), but thanks to our bikes, we speak exactly the same!
Happy Girl on a bike!
Oh, and GO ARGYLE! (Oops, weird flash on my leg, beurk!)