What a difference a day makes. Day 2 is the shortest and probably easiest of the 3 days due to the ferry crossing that takes up the morning. Still, at 60 miles, it's still a trek and there are some killer hills along the way. For some reason though, my body and perhaps more importantly, my mind responded far better to the challenge today.
Stage one was great, despite driving wind and strong winds. It gave us our first chance to really ride as a team, tucked up together as a group, our wheels just inches apart to combat the wind.
Riding in France is also a completely different experience. In complete contrast to Britian, French drivers love cyclists. They were waving and beeping their horns as they passed us. They did this yesterday in England too of course, but out of anger and frustration. Amazing what difference a bit of water makes.
Stage two was the toughest. 25 miles and 3 big hills to negotiate. Despite the challenges though, my head stayed positive and although in considerable pain, there was no cramp or complete energy crashes in the legs.
Stage 3 was perhaps the most fun I've ever had on a bike. Mainly flatish and through stunning countryside. By now, we could feel the finish line and we were flying along at over 20mph for most of the way. Even the one long steep hill seemed to bring satisfaction.
Today was great. A swim at the hotel to loosen the muscles and now need to sign off as the bar and dinner now beckons.
Tomorrow is the big one. 100 miles into Paris. Gulp!
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