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Mont Ventoux trip.

My trip down to Provence was full of ups and downs. Well, actually 3 ups and 3 downs in one day. Mont Ventoux is a mythical mountain, rising up out of nowhere in the middle of Provence. It has been decisive in numerous Tour de France stage finishes, and was the scene of tragedy during stage 13 in 1967, where Tommy Simpson collapsed and died less than 1km from the summit. There are 3 separate tarmacked routes to the summit, from Bedoin 20km (the classic Tour direction), Malaucene 20km, and Sault 28km. If you love riding, and specifically climbing, Ventoux is one of the most alluring and famous climbs, standing alongside Alpe d’Huez in its infamy. One ascent is seen as a challenge in itself, but all 3 routes in 24hrs gives you the opportunity to belong to the Club des Cingles du Mont Ventoux, loosely translating as The Nutters Club. I did it last year without documenting it, but returned this year with the paperwork to make it official. Next year? Well, I can’t stay away, and it would be stupid not to up my membership to Bicingles, a double Cingles, 6 ascents in one day. Can’t wait.

There goes 2015

So 2015 is slowly slipping into autumn and what I would loosely describe as a season, has drawn to a conclusion. Now is the time to rest up, take some time out, and set some goals for next year. It is also inexplicably a time when all my clothing appears to shrink. Not sure why that happens, but it is a time of year that I look forward to, and then immediately get depressed about. It is easy to forget your achievements, so I find it cathartic to look back and quantify what I have managed. Continue reading

Ironman Mallorca 2014

Can’t believe it’s taken me this long to get this out there, but the therapy has been paying off.
So, having retired from Ironman racing after Kona 2012, here is my Ironman Mallorca race report! Yep, it seems you can’t keep a good man down, or a stupid one, apparently. It was darkest November 2013 when it would appear none of my synapses were firing properly, that I signed up for the recently announced full Ironman in Alcudia, Mallorca. Continue reading