Sunday, 29 June 2025

🚴‍♂️ Tour de France 2025 – Stage 2 Recap

 Stage 2 is done—and what a ride


We covered 209 km of rolling terrain all the way to the finish in Boulogne-sur-Mer. With 2,550 meters of climbing, it was a proper test of the legs, lungs, and willpower.


The weather was nearly perfect: warm, but not oppressive, with a light breeze that kept us cool (most of the time). I was lucky to ride with a generous group who let me draft behind them—saving energy and making the climbs a bit more manageable.


The route wound through the Hauts-de-France region, known for its lush countryside and historic towns. 




But the real drama came in the final 20 kilometers, where we hit a series of sharp, punchy climbs. The Côte de Saint-Étienne-au-Mont and Côte d’Outreau near the finish were short but brutal. As we approached the Opal Coast, the temperature dropped noticeably, and I caught glimpses of the sea in the distance—a refreshing sight after a long, hot ride inland.


Jessica in front


Carmen & Jill

🦵 Body Check: Day 2


The legs are feeling surprisingly good. It’s only day two, but the intensity and duration combined make this the most demanding riding I’ve done in years. That said, my back, hands, and feet are starting to complain—gentle reminders of both age and the extreme physical nature of this sport. I expect this will be the norm from here on out… and it’ll probably get worse. But that’s all part of the deal.



We’re riding 3,500 km over three weeks, including the “bonus miles” to and from hotels. And honestly? Sleep is the hardest part.


Dinner is usually at 8 p.m., followed by a team briefing. I’m rarely in bed before 10, and with early bus transfers to the start towns, we’re lucky to get six hours of sleep. Fatigue messes with rest too, so it’s a compounding issue. But still—it’s worth it.

 

🌸 The Magic of the Tour


The riding here is out of this world. Quiet roads, rolling hills, and villages bursting with color, each one decorated with fresh potted flowers in anticipation of the Tour’s arrival. These towns apply to be part of the route—it’s a big deal. Being selected brings tourism, pride, and a moment in the global spotlight. For many mayors, it’s a career highlight.







💔 A Sobering Reminder


I also have an update on the rider who injured his hip yesterday. Sadly, it’s worse than expected. He’ll remain in hospital here in France for the next 10 weeks. I can’t imagine how hard that must be—no family nearby, unfamiliar language, and a long recovery ahead. It’s a stark reminder of the risks we take out here.


So maybe I ride just a little slower tomorrow. A little more cautiously. A little more gratefully.








Saturday, 28 June 2025

Stage 1 – Tour de France 2025

Today was the first stage of this year’s Tour de France—and my fourth time riding a Stage 1. If I had to compare, I’d say this one topped them all. The weather was near perfect: soft cloud cover shielded us from the harsh sun, saving precious energy for the road ahead. The route was mostly flat, and even the climbs felt gentle compared to the usual Tour terrain.


Note the new, rose-coloured glasses!

I set out with a clear goal: keep my heart rate in Zone 2, under 133 bpm. But my body had other plans. No matter how much I backed off, my heart rate stayed stubbornly high. It wasn’t until the final 40 km that things finally settled, and I could ride at a comfortable pace. Maybe it was the excitement, or maybe just a rough night’s sleep—but it was a reminder that even the best-laid plans can get tested out here.



The Good:

Gorgeous weather

Manageable terrain

A strong, steady start to the Tour


The Bad:

Jessica Campbell and I missed a turn and ended up off course. It wasn’t a disaster—we found our way back—but not before descending a steep 3 km stretch of cobblestone. We and our bikes rattled all the way down, trying not to slip. My Garmin thought I’d crashed and automatically texted Drew (my husband). He called me in a panic, thinking something terrible had happened. I really need to disable that feature while I’m here in France!


The Ugly:

Sadly, two riders were involved in serious accidents today. One woman hit a curb and landed hard on her face. She was taken away by ambulance, checked out, and thankfully released. Her face looks rough, but she’s determined to continue. We’ll see how she feels tomorrow. The second rider, a man, suffered a broken hip and will remain in the hospital. Moments like these show just how unpredictable this journey can be.


Tomorrow is the longest—and hilliest—day of the Tour. It’s going to be a grind, but I’m ready to take it on.


  
  






Tuesday, 24 June 2025

Back in the Saddle: My Final Tour de France Journey Begins

 As I sit here in Paris, adjusting to the time zone and the rhythm of a new city, I can’t help but reflect on the journey that brought me back to this moment. Just hours ago, I was on a plane, heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement, knowing that I’m about to embark on what will be my final full ride of the Tour de France route.

I’ve done this once before, in 2019. That experience changed me. The solitude of the mountains, the endless climbs, the quiet hours alone in the saddle—it was a crucible of self-discovery. When I finally completed the 3,500-kilometer journey and circled the Arc de Triomphe, I swore I’d never put myself through that kind of suffering again.

But the sense of accomplishment lingered. The promises I made to myself about how I’d live and work differently stayed with me. And every time I recounted the story, I’d tear up. That finish line haunted me—in the best way. So I signed up again.

Then came the pandemic. Two years of waiting. In 2022, I returned, only to be forced to abandon the ride after nine stages due to COVID. In 2023, I tried again—half the route this time—but with my daughter’s wedding approaching and my business in the middle of a warehouse move, I was overwhelmed. I caught a stomach bug that was going around camp. I could have rested and pushed on, but my heart and head weren’t in it. And for something like this, everything has to align—body, mind, spirit, soul. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but if one part is off, the odds of finishing drop dramatically.

I took a year off. I thought maybe I was done. But here I am again.

This past year of training has been unlike any other. I wanted a new experience, starting with how I prepared. A friend and fellow cyclist recommended Andrew Randell, a retired Canadian pro. Andrew was up for the challenge. He started by putting me through a series of tests—something I’ve always dreaded and avoided. His training philosophy was completely different from what I was used to. At first, it felt like I was riding in a straitjacket. The winter months were filled with structured indoor workouts that I repeated weekly. It was monotonous at first, but soon I could see the progress, week by week.

I trained less than ever before, but every session had a purpose. Andrew focused on building a strong base—low heart rate, low wattage, long endurance. It was hard, but in a different way. I had to let go of the mindset that every ride had to be a sufferfest. And it worked. My fitness reached new peaks I’d never seen before.

Now, with my taper complete, I feel rested and strong. I’m here in Paris, adjusting to the time zone, and in just a few days I’ll head north to Lille, where Stage 1 begins. I’m nervous—scared, even—because I know what’s coming. But I also feel incredibly lucky. Lucky to have this chance again. Lucky to be here, ready to ride.