Rain
3 punctured tires
1 bloody knee
....We are finally aboard ship to St Malo enjoying un petit ver du vin rouge! Stay tuned for Agony Aunt Andrew x
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Wednesday, 20 July 2011
End of Day 1
Rain
3 punctured tires
1 bloody knee
....We are finally aboard ship to St Malo enjoying un petit ver du vin rouge! Stay tuned for Agony Aunt Andrew x
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Tuesday, 19 July 2011
Our send off party....
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Get set....
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Get set...
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Monday, 18 July 2011
Take your marks...
Bottoms hardened, muscles prepared, we are literally counting down the hours until we begin the 3 and a half day mount to Paris.
In a nutshell, the past month has been an eventful one. Sophie is now an expert puncture doctor, I have purchased my second bike since the start of 2011, and as a team we have reached our fundraising target! Fantastic!
But of course, in times of stress and strain tantrums and tears are as natural as hiccups at 3 am on a Saturday night. It was however a bit of a shock to discover, only yesterday, that we won't be taking a direct route to Paris- rather; we will be getting a ferry over night to St. Malo and cycling to Paris via the beautiful region of Brittany. At least we can be proud in the knowledge that we are not doing the easiest route- I suppose there will be much satisfaction to be had once we arrive in Paris with blistered bottoms having seem the oldest Medieval castle in France and a very famous phallic monument (not the Eiffel Tower- unbeknown to me, France is the proud home of a number of similar landmarks).
I suppose now we just need to get up and go go go!!!
Thanks to everyone who has so kindly sponsored us- you have helped us half way to the finish line. We will be updating you on a daily basis throughout the trip, so please do leave us messages of support and cheer us on- we will need it.
In a nutshell, the past month has been an eventful one. Sophie is now an expert puncture doctor, I have purchased my second bike since the start of 2011, and as a team we have reached our fundraising target! Fantastic!
But of course, in times of stress and strain tantrums and tears are as natural as hiccups at 3 am on a Saturday night. It was however a bit of a shock to discover, only yesterday, that we won't be taking a direct route to Paris- rather; we will be getting a ferry over night to St. Malo and cycling to Paris via the beautiful region of Brittany. At least we can be proud in the knowledge that we are not doing the easiest route- I suppose there will be much satisfaction to be had once we arrive in Paris with blistered bottoms having seem the oldest Medieval castle in France and a very famous phallic monument (not the Eiffel Tower- unbeknown to me, France is the proud home of a number of similar landmarks).
I suppose now we just need to get up and go go go!!!
Thanks to everyone who has so kindly sponsored us- you have helped us half way to the finish line. We will be updating you on a daily basis throughout the trip, so please do leave us messages of support and cheer us on- we will need it.
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Tour de France started a few days go....
Those men are so super fit and crazy,puts us to shame. 52km averaging speed. Wow!
Looking forward to meeting them all on arrival at paris!!
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Looking forward to meeting them all on arrival at paris!!
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Monday, 11 July 2011
Just a casual 10k to keep the legs warmed up for paris. 55mins!!! Sure
Sunday, 3 July 2011
London to Henley
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Monday, 27 June 2011
The Cycling Curse in Two Parts
1. www.newtube.com
They do say when it rains it pours....please allow me to pour my heart out. I didn't realise what a challenge I was quite taking on. Up at 8am Saturday morning, estimated set off time was 9am from cycling friends house. 8.30am phone call received informing me trip to Brighton has been cancelled due to unforseen circumstances. Forward and upwards. Dressed as stylishly one can as a biker chick, I decided to set off on my own anyway. Half a mile down the road I seemed to be slowly down dramatically pushing forward into the wind I realised that a wheel was down. My first puncture to my morale, I mean bike.
Went to Evans and spent an hour learning to change a tyre. Just what one wants to do with freshly painted rouge noir nails. It was all about the new tube.
Set off for the second time....face gritted with determination....
2. You will meet a tall dark semi-pro cyclist
About the same distance as the first attempt, I heard the slow release of air and then felt the slow halt of the bike to stop. I started to wheel the bike home, the rubber part of the wheel came off and a grating noise of the metal to ground was horrid. Took out the phone and dialed emergency help line, mum and dad. No answer. Finally got through, burst into tears and tried to explain what had happened. They were nowhere near....I was told to put the bike on my shoulder and walk the half an hour back to the flat. This was too much to think about and the sobbing went up a notch to hysteria.
Through watery eyes a man came out of nowhere and ask if I was ok.....was this not obvious? He then offered to walk with me and wheel my bike all the way home. We chatted about bikes, got some tips...he said London to Paris was easy. Sure.
What doesn't kill you....only makes you stronger.
Happy cycling xxxxxxx
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They do say when it rains it pours....please allow me to pour my heart out. I didn't realise what a challenge I was quite taking on. Up at 8am Saturday morning, estimated set off time was 9am from cycling friends house. 8.30am phone call received informing me trip to Brighton has been cancelled due to unforseen circumstances. Forward and upwards. Dressed as stylishly one can as a biker chick, I decided to set off on my own anyway. Half a mile down the road I seemed to be slowly down dramatically pushing forward into the wind I realised that a wheel was down. My first puncture to my morale, I mean bike.
Went to Evans and spent an hour learning to change a tyre. Just what one wants to do with freshly painted rouge noir nails. It was all about the new tube.
Set off for the second time....face gritted with determination....
2. You will meet a tall dark semi-pro cyclist
About the same distance as the first attempt, I heard the slow release of air and then felt the slow halt of the bike to stop. I started to wheel the bike home, the rubber part of the wheel came off and a grating noise of the metal to ground was horrid. Took out the phone and dialed emergency help line, mum and dad. No answer. Finally got through, burst into tears and tried to explain what had happened. They were nowhere near....I was told to put the bike on my shoulder and walk the half an hour back to the flat. This was too much to think about and the sobbing went up a notch to hysteria.
Through watery eyes a man came out of nowhere and ask if I was ok.....was this not obvious? He then offered to walk with me and wheel my bike all the way home. We chatted about bikes, got some tips...he said London to Paris was easy. Sure.
What doesn't kill you....only makes you stronger.
Happy cycling xxxxxxx
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