Hello from the farm. I've been working outside for the last week and loving it: the thump of small apples hitting the ground as I prune the trees, the scents of basil, rosemary and thyme surprising me as I walk to the garden and chickens clucking and pecking all around me. Yes, this is the life for me.
I spent the weekend away from the farm and on the east coast. We stayed in the small town next to Rimini called Riccione.
The objective: complete the ride we were supposed to finish last year without crashing.
It was a little spooky being in the exact same campground, wearing the exact same jersey and riding the exact same route.
I remember the climb being a lot harder for me last year. This time it was actually pleasant in the sense that I got into a rhythm.
Before we knew it, we had reached San Marino.
We walked our bikes up to the very top (not a good choice in cycling shoes--almost fell).
Then dropped down to the place where I had my accident and stopped to take a moment and reflect.
Ged asked if I was feeling emotional. I wasn't feeling emotional so much as ashamed. I can't believe I wrecked my bike and my body so stupidly last year. The turn wasn't even that steep or sharp. All I could think to myself was "IDIOT."
And even though I felt foolish for having crashed, Ged reminded me of just how far I've come.
I've ridden up Alpe d'Huez...twice, Mont Ventoux, Col du Tourmalet and more.
Also, I didn't have thoughts of sheer anger and doom in my head as I did the climb to San Marino this time around. I may have been plotting Ged's death last year as my legs struggled to turn the crank.
Where I crashed:
Note the particularly bright colors of the chevrons, the ones I ignored last year.
The final kilometers back to the campsite were all flat, so Ged and I stayed around 30-33km/hr and zoomed back.
Total distance: 80km
The rain came shortly after we ate and showered but the landscape (especially on the drive back) was incredible.