Saturday, June 29, 2013
Ah, le Tour de France. The biggest annual sporting event. The toughest major athletic event. (I think the Race Across America is harder.)
This irony escapes few recreational cyclists: we spend much of July (prime cycling season in much of the Northern Hemisphere) sitting on our butts watching other people ride. (I have friends who put their lives on hold during the World Cup, but that's not an annual event.)
This year, I cannot ride. Doctor's orders. And I'm not working - also doctor's orders. So I can watch the Tour guilt-free. I can watch the live feed (4:30 this morning), take a nap, and watch the prime time broadcast with the Hubs.