Tag: Joaquin Rodriguez

Gripping stuff

My beloved left for yesterday’s pointage in the early morning fog. I rolled over for another hour’s sleep. Eschewing the ride up Ste Agnes to see one of my favourite one day races, the Tour of Flanders, where Belgian television coverage was starting at midday.… Continue Reading “Gripping stuff”

It’s fleeting

Pressing matters down at the cycling club have meant I’ve been mostly catching the evening highlights of the Vuelta rather than live coverage. This also means that I’ve made no inroads into the “To do during the Vuelta” list.  Nonetheless, it’s proving to be a gripping… Continue Reading “It’s fleeting”

What next?

I’m meeting with my coach tomorrow to discuss the results of my most recent VO2max test and to formulate my objectives for the next 6 months. I really do feel I should concentrate on improving my technique and speed, plus losing weight. Sadly, post London-Paris, a… Continue Reading “What next?”

Scant consolation

On today’s stage, another hot one, 157.3km from Marbella to Malaga, I was willing one of the original 7-man breakaway to the finish line. But sometimes even our combined wills just aren’t enough. Serafin Martinez (Xacobeo Galicia) having accelerated away from his breakaway companions on the… Continue Reading “Scant consolation”

Hot and steamy

The current weather is putting me very much in mind of an old film noire by Laurence Kasdan. Called Body Heat, it was set in  a sultry Miami and  featured Kathleen Turner and William Hurt. I distinctly recall one scene where, thanks to ever-soaring mercury, they both got… Continue Reading “Hot and steamy”

Basque bravado

A couple of years ago my husband and I drove down to Barcelona on business by way of Girona. We both agreed it looked a good place to cycle and promised ourselves that one day we would return. This week I’ve been watching the Tour… Continue Reading “Basque bravado”

Moral victory

Just look who turned up to take part in Sunday’s Gentleman and show us all exactly how it’s done. Afterwards, she kindly handed out the cups to the winners, signed autographs and posed for endless photographs. Despite the urging of my clubmates, I wisely… Continue Reading “Moral victory”