"So Pia, how was your weekend?"
"Well, I went to four different countries, met a lot of great people and oh, also I rode Paris-Roubaix until my hands were bleeding, so now I can't use my hands anymore. It was awesome!" So, the first 50km of #parisroubaix turned out to be really relaxed. Actually, you're starting to wonder what scares everyone so bad about this race while you're still riding those beautiful streets through France, without any clue about the cobbled hellfire that awaits you. But then, suddenly, there's Trouée d'Arenberg – and as for me, that's where the whole sufferfest started. My hands started to hurt badly, so I decided to take off my gloves and ride without them (I have always been perfect at making #wisedecisions, but this one might make it to the top ten of all times). Then, after the next two or three #pavé sections, my hands were bleeding, which meant that I basically couldn't hold my bar anymore without silent tears of agony running down my face. After around 60 or 70km we then met a lady that was selling oranges. She obviously didn't have a first aid kid, so paper and some tape had to do. With still about 100km left to the finish line in the #velodromeroubaix, the next hours turned out to be great suffering fun while my hands started bleeding more and more on every section of pavé. But what can you do, right?
We'll sure be back next year for another ride through the #hellofthenorth though, with thicker gloves, more bar tape and even more fun.
Soon to come: #scarslikethese