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| Relatively unkown (at least to us Aussies) rider Johnny Hoogerland got more exposure than perhaps first planned at the 2011 edition of le Tour. |
I am wondering if it's actually changed anything whatsoever, other than decreasing my haemoglobin level and making me puff more than usual up hills. Considering I am just over a week back on bike following substantial time off, I also have to consider that extreme puffing is perhaps all part of the riding again thing.
Anyway, much has happened in the past week or so, and at the same time, not a great deal. I raced a road race, which was actually a series of comedical errors and so was more road race-come-Charlie Chaplin-style slapstick. It was amazing that there was no one launching out of the bushes with a pie, it was that hilarious. There were a might total of three women in A-grade, and it was the kinda racing that made you feel like you would be better off at home on the wind trainer. But alas, I digress and at least I am now in the women's series points ranking. Or something.
Today, in a mission to regain some legs, I went for a multiple-hour potter around the local trails, but was met with this down number three;
The trail was a bright reddy-brown dirt that leapt out amidst the looming black trees and charred embers. Indeed, I was riding past pockets of smoking foliage, and deep (ok as deep as you can get in Bunya..) in the forest it was all a bit other-worldy, but perhaps that's not coming out in my dodgy iPhone photo. Despite walking home on my lips (of a facial origin), in a ball of misery, there were some fun times to be had. Down number three I felt like I was in the air more than not, even though if someone else was riding with me they would possibly think differently, but as I was alone I will pander to my rear-wheel flipping, hucking illusion of awesomeness. Happy trails.