A week of being engaged has flown by and we’re now getting to grips with wedding planning – exciting times/cue lots of time standing in queues in Spanish official places and filling in paper work. So far I’ve mostly been looking at my beautiful ring and getting paranoid about losing it/dropping it down the toilet/accidentally smashing it etc. etc. So far so good though and it’s all in one piece!
My legs are like lumps of lead, not from early onset wedding planning fatigue, but from lots and lots of bike riding. Since arriving in Girona I’ve cycled 1,127 km, climbed 14,471 meters and spent around 44 hours in the saddle. My PMC (Performance Management Chart – best said in an American accent) on my Training Peaks account suggests I am about to collapse. It’s time for a day off! What a week it’s been.
Girona keeps getting more and more beautiful. Yesterday we cycled to Tossa de Mar with Anna (an exceptionally happy Air Hostess), Nancy (a Mexican ex-pro), Neil (Martin, Dan Martin’s Dad) and a couple from Leicester called Paul and Louise who run a cycle coaching business. Tossa (real name) looks something like this:
Last week Olly, owner of The Velo House, (a lovely bike shop in Tunbridge Wells where I used to work) came to Girona for a couple of days. We met up with a Yorkshire man called Ian (ofthemusette.cc) and went on an epic ride. Ian has lived in Spain for a few years and knows his way around. We left La Fabrica (an uber cool cycling cafe run by the Meier’s) in midday sunshine (error) and Ian led us on a beautiful route out of the city to Santa Coloma de Farners and up to Sant Hilari Sacalm where we recovered from the long climb up with coke and crisps. The route then descended to a gorgeous reservoir where we paused to take some pictures; one steep climb later and I think it’s safe to see we were all feeling the burn (not least Olly who was struggling with the 40 degree heat on top of his early start). I was very ready for the end of ride recovery beer, which came after nearly 5 hours out in the scorching sunshine.
The following day Ian had returned to Barcelona and Olly and I took ourselves on a much much shorter, much much slower spin around the local lanes. Gorgeous. The day after that Olly had returned to his family holiday and Lee and I joined the Bike Breaks shop ride where the lovely Saskia welcomed us with a bottle of Cava and sweet waffles to celebrate our happy news. The day after that I had a day off and the day after that I bonked (cycling term for running out of energy and going all funny) at the top of Els Angels (a local climb made famous by Lance Armstrong and location of Lee’s victory in the Girona Gran Fondo Hill Climb).
In other news Lee found out his new mountain bike fits in our shower, should it ever need a clean:
I’m a very lucky lady! Until next time folks…