Well after a full nights sleep last night, the first in about three weeks I thought I would be refreshed and full of life today. But no, it seems the sleep account balance is still very much in debt.
But perhaps I am just a bit flat, much like Cadel in the Pyrenees. Usually at the end of the great race I am buzzing for days. I still get the 'tour blues' but that stems from coming down from such a high.
There were some great performances at this years tour Peter Sagan smashing the green jersey and with some pretty cool victory salutes, Thomas Voeckler's theatrics and determination to win the king of the mountains, the coming of age of riders such as Van Garderen, Pinot and Rollands, the anticipation of wanting to see Chris Froome break free, and of course the amazing sprint finishes of Mark Cavendish.
But I can't shake this feeling that this years tour was..... a disappointment. I missed the attacks in the mountains. I don't care who it is that is doing the attacking, the more the merrier, but for me that is what the tour is about. These guys pushing themselves to the limit, then pushing themselves even further over the edge. The guys cracking and falling off the back of the peolton with the explosive attacks. The grimaces, the pain, the triumph. It was missing. I sigh. I missed it.
Well, there's always next year isn't there? And an exciting few months of racing coming up with the Olympics road and track, the Vuelta and the Worlds. There is sure to be some excitiement amoungst all of that!
What did the tour lack for you this year? Or was it up to your usual expectations, just in a different way?
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