I’m the first to admit that I can get evangelical about all the things all the time. The discovery of a new favourite author can send me into endless rants about poetic sensitivities and intelligent observations. A delicious recipe can have my family begging for something else for dinner and not the same fancy Gwyneth Paltrow salad for the sixth night in a row (seriously, her latest cookbook is a winner! Everything I have cooked out of it has been delicious). Don’t get me started on The West Wing or Sherlock. And if you want to know what my favourite colour is, either check my Pinterest board dedicated to its every shade or have a look at my wedding dress.
I like to commit to the simple things.
I like a good band wagon as much as the next person.
The Tour de France is one of the things that I love without reservation.
I love it.
I love the strategy of the teams, I love the skill it requires, I love the commentators and I love the 3 weeks of anticipation and joy it brings. I have favourite riders, favourite teams, favourite managers. I have favourite stages and favourite moments.
Three weeks of late night watching requires commitment and dedication. But it is worth it. These men are impressive athletes and clever strategists.
I spend three weeks yelling at the tv, fending off tiredness and Facebook comments from misguided friends (you know who you are), laughing at the commentators and urging ‘my boys’ on.
Ah, the joy of July.
Seriously, you should give it a go. If nothing else, you will be wowed by the scenery.