Riding Tracey in France. Again.

Frantically trying to pack up all the essentials for the trip.  Gels, hydration packs, Clif bars, spare inner tubes a must.

The bike, that's Tracey by the way, is ready, the kit is ready, the car is ready.  Is my back ready though? Will it hold out?

My chiropractor says cycling is low impact and OK, in principle, but she has given me stern advice. As she spoke to me like a women in control I will heed that advice.  Basically,  I've translated it as: if in pain, rest in the bar!

In a couple of days I will, along with some friends, be making my way for an inaugural challenge around the French Alps.  All on two skinny tyres. No idea what to expect apart from some hefty ascents and fantastic views I hope.

Having not done the training I would have hoped to do, prior to this trip, there is a certain trepidation and nervousness. I can do the Gloucesterhire climbs but Alp D'Huez is a different league.  We shall see.

First though is a lengthy drive across the continent, planned by blokes, which means we're only just looking at the map and timings now. Looks like a drive through the night and arriving at our destination early morning; totally knackered.