It's like running the gauntlet over here. If it's not avoiding the full blown, severe cold bug passed from The Editor to The Editor's wife 2 days before our trip, it's navigating safe passage through the rush hour French traffic during our quick cycle over to Cannes to loosen the legs. Funny how you feel safe inside a metal box and so vulnerable outside of it.
The Editor's early morning bipolar episodes of rapid discharge horrified the neighbouring campers. At least they didn't happen both at the same time, what with only his head making it out of the tent to vomit. I can't imagine what his wife would have made of that, had she been trapped inside the tent still. I think it's nerves - all in the mind; pre-race tension. 24 hours later and it's back to normal.
Well, that is until we go to register and it all becomes overwhelmingly real .....
Current weight is unknown, but there's not much eating in this heat.
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No. It was all in the burger.
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