Yesterday Josh, Gus and I headed
out to Geraardsbergen to recce the course for Sunday’s race. ‘Twas a
characteristically windy and cold day in Belgium with intermittent rain doing
it’s best to lift the spirits. I did the gentleman’s trick of sitting on the
other two guys because I was feeling pretty empty and then attacking them up
the Mur of Geraardsbergen and the Bosburg: all good clean fun! It’s going to be
fun racing up such iconic climbs at the weekend and I’m sure I’ll be getting
teary eyed and philosophical (for all the wrong reasons).
The mighty Mur
Today’s rest day has so far
included such activities as foam roller self flagellation (supposedly for the
gain of flexibility), trying to get Caruso the dog to jump onto the balcony
from down in the garden and the staple diet of exchanging insults and seeing
who can punch the chair hardest. Incidentally it was either Hunt or Yetman. It’s
been a rich experience all round.
I hear that it’s been the wettest
April on record in England which is nice to know because it’s been atrocious over
here too. I’m beginning to get a little bored of horizontal hail - queue
lectures from old boys about character building et cetera. A couple of us are
off to France next weekend for a race which will be a welcome change of scene,
and interesting to see how the racing differs. I’ll report back on Sunday after
the weekend. Ciao!
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