A couple of difficult weeks of training and racing, were thrown at me which to be brutally honest took a lot more out of me than i had anticipated. Coming down with flu just before I left Australia, and having it linger around for a few weeks in Europe ultimately cost me a lot in terms of my racing. WIth Madrid and Kitzbuhel both displays of some substandard racing and results. Iv decided to forfeit a couple of the next races I had planned to do in order to get my form back on track, and "turn that frown upside down"
So I packed up shop and headed south to "la plage" where i could just focus on myself and my training for the next few weeks, time out form big races and will be jumping back into it with the Geneva European cup.
Of course Saint Raph had many other bonuses, 1. I could rekindle my love affaire with the beach. 2. I get to hang out with Kris and Ella. 3. Crepes pretty self explanatory, and 4. I get to be attacked by wild Boares! Yes apparently St Raphael forestry is filled with wild boares! Yes teh giant pigs with tusks that look like Pumba from the Lion King! Well i met Pumba....and his family! After a laugh and a joke with Kris and Ella, warning me that there were wild pigs as I went out on my run to explore some trails into the fading light, i thought i would tempt fate anyhow and go explore the running tracks, cos thats what i love.
I wont lie as once or twice I had ther lingering words in the back of my head as i was certain i heard snorts and russels in the bush as i jogged into the "feeding time " hours ie sunset. Pfft as if. Anyhow making one last fate tempting decision to cut back through the forest rather than take the safe option of the road (as its much more fun that way) I was running down this trail and Holy C$%p! Sure enough Pumba and his family were 50m up ahead of me. I promptly stopped in my tracks, scouted for the nearest tree i would climb if they chased after me, and for the first time that run had no desire to whinge about running straight back up the hill. Luckily Pumba and his mates hadnt seen me, and my life was spared this time...but not without soiling my pants at every little russels from a bird or a bee in the bush on teh way home...