one day late yet one month early. On the way home from Sunday's race, I missed my connecting train from paris to brussels, extending the trip to a total of 22 hours. Instead of spending the night in Paris where I was stranded, I took a train to Lille - a small town in France on the border of Belgium. It was a miniature version of Paris but with a bit of New York City's former Times Square and the San Francisco Wharf thrown in for flair.
I wasn't supposed to race yet since i am still recovering, but the team needed me. In hindsight, it was probably not a brilliant idea for my health, but how was i to know that this trip would be one of those straight from hell.
While I was in France, the team informed me that they may also need me to race in Spain all next week. If I must go, at least I have faith that the trip will be smoother than that of last weekend - not many can top it. OR maybe i am just so exhausted that I am unable to be unbiased yet.
More details to follow once I have had a proper night's sleep - nighty night to all!!!