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.