Today at 5:15 pm with three miles left to run, it was a scorching 43 degrees Celsius outside. That is 110 degrees Fahrenheit. That is inescapable.
I finished with 32 miles and am exhausted. For dinner I ate watermelon and popsicles and a giant serving of my new favorite and most refreshing food ever, fresh shredded carrot salad in a lemony dressing, and so many bottles of water and juice and iced tea. I feel like I could drink and drink and drink and never catch up to my thirst before it is time to go run again!
I’m on the second stage in Corsica now, which has us cutting across the island, over the mountains, from Bastia in the northeast to Ajaccio in the southwest. Tomorrow I have 3 climbs, all around 5 or 6 km, so I am hoping they don’t feel as hard as the Alps did. We will see!
Excuse the short post, but I am beat!