The Mistress of Frimousse was on her bike this morning. She has ridden 421 km (263 M) and 6620 m (21700 ft) D+ in a fortnight, taking advantage of the long evenings. She will be trained for the week planned in July around Briançon – Galibier, Isoard and perhaps Agnel or Le Granon. Kerrian agreed to ride with her. As for Elouan he uses for the first time his driving license, downloaded on the Internet on the day he was 18, that is June 17th. He is in Ardèche, waiting for the operation of his second ankle on July 9. I walk/jog every day, maintaining a daily distance of 6 km (3.8 M) since January 1st.
Jade Tuff, from Philadelphia, writes :
I’ve trained for 13 full marathons and many other race distances. I run with my very intelligent, fun, selfless and beautiful co-worker, and I feel safer. She is white. When I run with her, it’s for companionship. I adore her. I also feel safer with her around. When people do the “South Philly slide” past stop signs, they see her. They stop and apologise profusely for rolling through a stop sign. When it’s just me, I get cussed out, or, in worse situations, called a [epithet]. Those words really hurt, so I block it out. I run with music so that if it happens more often, I won’t be able to hear it because I have a music blanket for protection when my running buddy is not around.
The worst of it came as we all went into shelter in place in Pennsylvania. All of our local running groups remind us to run early or late to avoid crowds. I unfortunately listened to that advice one morning and went for a three-mile run. Halfway through, as I turned around, there was a hunter green pickup truck stopped in the middle of the road. I found it bizarre and slowed my run to a trot. As I got closer, I noticed the truck was decorated with Trump/Pence 2020 stickers, along with a Confederate flag. My stomach dropped and I felt panic run through my body as they revved their engine several times in the middle of the road. I looked for escape routes in case they tried to jump the curb to hit me. I decided to be brave and pretend they were not there.
As I passed them, they turned a corner down the street. We all peered at each other, until turning the corner broke their gaze. It was so uncomfortable and so confusing. Did anyone else see that? (No – I was alone and the streets were empty.) What just happened? What was that? I told my boyfriend about it and haven’t shared that experience with anyone else since. I now choose to run during peak hours with my BFF, with enough people around – just in case.
Frimousse’s Mistress has just got the virus ! The cycling virus ! 11 miles on Saturday and 20 on Sunday. But D+ 3200 ft in two days !
As for me, I have completed 1000 km (625miles) jog/walk since January 1s. And my knees still « carry » me.
Before his operation, and knowing that he could do nothing before the end of August, Elouan made the most of the mild weather of the past few weeks. I will not talk about the daily outings of 50 (30M) or 70 km (40M). But on 19 May 163 km (100M) with 3577 m (11700ft) D+ (Col des Glières, Col de la Colombière, Col des Aravis, Col de la Croix Fry, Col de Bluffy, for those who know). And on 27 May, 163 km (100M) 4107 m (13500) D+ (with the Revard, the Col de Plainpalais, the Col de Leschaux, the Col de la Forclaz by Montmin, the Semnoz.)
As for the Mistress of Frimousse, there are ups and downs, in spite of her strict diet. She will see the doctor again. My knees haven’t gotten any younger and my sciatica keeps me company.