I'm not normally keen on quoting Labour politicians, even ones as venerable as Clement Attlee, but it's he who has le mot juste on this occasion. For, dear reader, I'm going on holiday. Just a week, but from this weekend until next weekend, so there'll be no blogging about anything cycling or running related, as I'm having a week off all that too. I've had a good couple of months when it comes to training, and sometimes a week of rest enables the body to convert all that hard work into tangible gains.
You may well be having a little private cheer at the thought of not reading the usual drivel, but I can't promise that there won't be blogging on subjects other than cycling; me and the good lady Mrs M are off to various bits of south-west France, and I may not be able to resist posting photographs and comments. We're actually flying to Limoges on Sunday, which has happy memories for me, as it was the Ville de Depart of the Etape du Tour in 2004, which I did. Heavens that was a long day, 152 miles of Massif Central, starting at 7am and finishing at 5.25pm. I wasn't as fit in those days as I am now, and I was about 5 kg heavier. I don't think I've ever been as tired as I was that night.
This time though we'll be staying in a nice hotel rather than the university accommodation block which it was the night before the Etape - that meant I suffered a night-long chorus of snoring, farting and belching from my room-mates (following an evening of carb-loading), which in turn made for about 3 hours proper sleep. This time it'll be much the same I would imagine, though Mrs M's snoring has reduced by a few decibels recently. (Hope she doesn't read this).
So, au revoir for now.
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