However, I have a little story I wanted to share with you
all. So, I hope you are sitting
comfortably…? Good, so I will begin..
I have spent this week being ‘induced’ .. well, going
through the induction process with the new work. I was with a group of disparate new hires and
part of the course was the usual ‘tell us something interesting about yourself’
…
As the bike ride is so close to my heart I talked about this
– the training programme, the new bike, the charity, my two Kiwi fruits that
will be following me miles behind en route etc. etc. …
Over coffee we all ended up chatting about these new found interesting
things about our colleagues and one of the guys – I shall call him ‘Pete’ to
keep anonymity – shared with me that he too did the London to Paris charity
ride a few years ago.
I was so excited to meet someone that had done it and promptly
started to ask him questions (how was it for him, did he stick to the training
plan, what sort of bike did he have, did he use cleats or not, how was his bum
(en route, not at the moment of course) … all of those ‘sad’ questions that
have suddenly become so very important).
However Pete stopped me mid questioning and shared with me how it was
for him.
Pete had cycled with his chums all the way to Dover, staying
in some youth hostel where he told me there was a fight going on outside as
they got there (but they were so tried it did not matter). They crossed on the ferry in the morning and
cycled (uphill) out of Calais. He said
the journey throughout France was great – pretty flat and interesting. They entered into Paris on the final day and
he and his friends cycled towards their final destination – the Eiffel Tower –
with great great excitement.
He then said that the next memory he had was waking up in a
French hospital. Somehow along the final
metres toward the Tour Eiffel he managed to fall off his bike and knock himself
out.
He is now really envious about me doing the ride and wished
me lots of luck.
I guess the moral of the story is to keep pedalling – carefully
– right to the end of the road.. I could not imagine doing 298.5 miles and
falling on the last 0.5 mile, but talking to Pete, I now know this ‘could’
happen (especially if I do not get used to my cleats)!
