Today's pictures will be of memories and inspirations, all taken in the Pyrenees during September 2011. They are in anticipation of this year's trip.
There is a reason I want to learn to remove my derailleur, as reported in the last post, and that reason is to more securely pack it for air travel.
|Between Aubisque and Soulor|
|The road to Col du Soulor, from St. Savin|
Before I return to France, though, I'd like to become as strong a grimpeur, oh I guess that would be grimpeuse, let's just say climber ... as possible. It is not that I want to climb fast, it's that I'd like to climb easier. Hmmm....I guess in cycling terms that means with less suffering, a concept other attentive readers know I have a hard time wrapping my head around.
|Farmhouse near Marie Blanc|
But in actual riding, the 100 miles a week or so I'm riding before again starting actual training (whatever that might mean) doesn't feel wildly strong. Maybe what I am experiencing is the actual feeling of, not the intellectualizing of, but the actual living, feeling, of the oft-quoted phrase, I believe from Greg Lemonde, "It doesn't get easier, it just gets faster."
|The road climbs above houses with classic slate roofs|
|Ahh, those switchbacks|
I'm writing my own training plan now. Climb. Climb. Climb. Also, continue riding with the two groups a week. Try to keep up. Remember to take some days off. That's when the experts say you actually get stronger. I'm good at days off.