Waking on the fourth day, my limbs are lead-heavy. The elation of the first few days replaced by doubt and aching.

I put on my jersey and disappear behind the uniform. Joining the other riders, the show of team colours has a bracing effect.

It doesn’t take long before I feel as if I’m on a train. Our first hill approaches. We climb it as one, the slope lower and the time shorter than it should be.


January 27, 2020 — Le Braquet Cycling Club

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