Not much of an update this week. As I tweeted the other day, I have sorely damaged my Achilles’ – giving Emily a chance to put some daylight between the two of us in miles under the belt.
So I’ve been on my bike and spending a lot of recovery time with my feet in a bucket of ice, which has given me time to finish a fantastic book: We Were Young and Carefree, the autobiography of two-time Tours de France winner Laurent Fignon.
Fignon is most widely remembered for losing the 1989 Tours by eight seconds, the narrowest margin for defeat in the competition’s history. He cycled 3,285.3 kilometres at an average 52 km/hr and lost by eight seconds. 8! It crucified him for the rest of his life.
The first chapter is about that loss. The book starts like this…
“Come on. Let’s burst the abscess before we get started. The wound has to be left open. Let it bleed away in silence. It will bleed a good while yet.”
A stark reminder that failure – even noble failure – hurts. Bloody Achilles. I need to get back on the road.