I had forgotten how much fun it can be to climb for long periods of time. The therapeutic aspect alone is well worth the discomfort of having to work a little harder on the bike. And when my mind wanders to something fun or exciting, the pedaling feels easier and sometimes I even find myself picking up the pace with seemingly the same effort level.
Now that I've had a big bowl of rice with sundried tomatoes and basil in a garlic and walnut infused olive oil sauce, dressed i'm in my warmest fluffy sweats, and the heat is cranked high, I'm glad i made the u-turn. Tonight i change host housing. I will relocate to Marseilles to stay with Sandrine and her boyfriend Oliver where i will be forced to speak french - hahaha. I know that isn't supposed to be funny. And i'm sure it won't be funny as i struggle to get my sentiments across to them. Who am i kidding...yes it will! And i'll be the first one laughing.
The top photo was taken near the top. If you enlarge the photo, you can almost see some of the road I took to get there.
The second photo was taken also near the top. It made for a great pee stop - I learned they say pee-pee here in France.
The bottom photo marks the top of the mountain. It's used for many races. The last one it was used for was tour of Mediterranean to mark the mountain top sprint.
2 comments:
Yep. That first pic looks like MAJOR pain.
I think the French would wear on me after a few weeks. Southern Italy is probably more my style. But then again, it would be more like a fig or olive oil sponsor, NOT prunes!
I bet you are pretty "regular," though. You've heard THAT one before, fo' shure.
Now you have me missing the climbing in France and the mexican food from when I lived in Salt Lake City as a ski instructor. Sorry, I am a carnivore and miss the chile verde the most from the Red Iguana restaurent. One thing about France on the food theme is the readily available sorbets! A demain. Philip
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