As you can imagine (except that by the time I started writing this column) in recent days I'm a little busy.
Already last week, I have not had much time to train because I left in Turkey (because of work). Accordingly, my preparation was limited to active recovery session (Monday) and another fitness gym at the hotel once I managed to find (after over an hour in lost nature).
I do not know if I ever told, but to go to Bursa (a "small" city of almost two million people) I have to fly to Istanbul, a ferry (normally) until to Yalova and then 80 km of road (now in very good condition) up to Bursa. In fact, part of the house at 05:30 and it never happens before 18:30 local time (19:30 in France).
And all this without taking into account the hazards of the journey: as the cancellation of the boat due to bad weather which forces them to go around the Bosphorus (without GPS or card ;-) or, as this time where I'm lost in this great-looking hotel, with gym, which I had talked (despite three tons of Google maps I had printed).
I can assure you that when you're in the middle of night, alone, lost, without speaking a word of Turkish and without having the slightest idea of your location unless you're trying to walk away on Bursa road where there is no way to turn around ... you feel very, very, very small.
Well, I finally managed to make a U-turn on what, in a few months, will become a ring road (including a bridge over the motorway) but the locals away used as if it was already long over (after the bridge and access to the other side are not even paved). In Bursa, I made the right output (pure coincidence) and once in the city and after asking three people (including a police officer) I managed to get to my hotel ... completely exhausted.
As you understand, after such an effort, it was out of question not to go to the gym ... it became a question of honor ... ;-)
Already last week, I have not had much time to train because I left in Turkey (because of work). Accordingly, my preparation was limited to active recovery session (Monday) and another fitness gym at the hotel once I managed to find (after over an hour in lost nature).
I do not know if I ever told, but to go to Bursa (a "small" city of almost two million people) I have to fly to Istanbul, a ferry (normally) until to Yalova and then 80 km of road (now in very good condition) up to Bursa. In fact, part of the house at 05:30 and it never happens before 18:30 local time (19:30 in France).
And all this without taking into account the hazards of the journey: as the cancellation of the boat due to bad weather which forces them to go around the Bosphorus (without GPS or card ;-) or, as this time where I'm lost in this great-looking hotel, with gym, which I had talked (despite three tons of Google maps I had printed).
I can assure you that when you're in the middle of night, alone, lost, without speaking a word of Turkish and without having the slightest idea of your location unless you're trying to walk away on Bursa road where there is no way to turn around ... you feel very, very, very small.
Well, I finally managed to make a U-turn on what, in a few months, will become a ring road (including a bridge over the motorway) but the locals away used as if it was already long over (after the bridge and access to the other side are not even paved). In Bursa, I made the right output (pure coincidence) and once in the city and after asking three people (including a police officer) I managed to get to my hotel ... completely exhausted.
As you understand, after such an effort, it was out of question not to go to the gym ... it became a question of honor ... ;-)
Photo thermal baths (very famous here ) but I have not had the opportunity to test ... yet. Thursday to return home (still a relatively late arrival: 23:00) because, among other things, the taxi driver the only one in the world (perhaps in the galaxy) that met strict speed limits. And once at home, receive (on ball) my parents came to spend a few days and who had arrived that evening.
That said, it does not keep me out Sunday morning with the group Babou. Good, fairly with Mark, because when we had traveled only 30 km we remained alone. And in addition, Mark had not a good day (because of a move on Saturday) so I had to secure the head during the entire output.
Conclusion: 3:24 bike to travel 89.2 km with 675 m drop to an average speed of 26.3 km / h (instead of my average) and heart rate of 139 beats.
Regarding the weight is stable, which is a feat because my parents brought home all these good English products any good athlete does not have the right to eat ... just enough to feed us for a ;-) Good
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