Tag: Mont Ventoux

One from the Vaults: Down, but not out

The professional peloton rode twice up Mont Ventoux on Wednesday of this week in the Tour de France. It was a magnificent stage won by Belgian champion Wout van Aert. I have ascended from all three sides on Ventoux – though not on the… Continue Reading “One from the Vaults: Down, but not out”

Heavenly feeling

The weather the past few days has been gloriously sunny, albeit cold. I’ve been out every day, generally around lunchtime, diligently following the training plan. I’ll shortly  have been trained by my coach for twelve whole months. I’m going to continue as I feel it’s been money… Continue Reading “Heavenly feeling”

Down, but not out

After spending the best part of a week, three days of which in the Luberon, with three of my favourite boys, it’s good to be back home. The purpose of the trip was to ride up Mont Ventoux though my Swiss friends ascended all three ways, on successive… Continue Reading “Down, but not out”

Feeding frenzy

So many compliments and three marriage proposals, it’s almost enough to turn a girl’s head.  Yesterday it felt as if we were feeding the five thousand, although it was only around 600 cyclists and volunteers. My (in)famous pain d’epice garnered much praise, including some from… Continue Reading “Feeding frenzy”

More of the same

We’ve just gotten back from 4 days riding in the Vaucluse. We had thought about making another assault on Mont Ventoux, this time by way of Bedouin, but it was just too darn hot – late thirties. So we rose early, ate a quick breakfast,… Continue Reading “More of the same”

Friends together again

The focus of my training this week has been on the forthcoming “Cimes du Mercantour” which is described as “trés exigent” ie very demanding. I have opted for the shorter course over three hills, the last kilometre of two of these has a 15% incline.… Continue Reading “Friends together again”

Away days

I have just gotten back from the club’s annual cycling trip. It appears that we never venture too far from home. This time it was 140km up the coast to Alassio on the Ligurian Riviera. This is my third club trip. My maiden one,… Continue Reading “Away days”