Stage 2 is done—and what a ride
We covered 209 km of rolling terrain
all the way to the finish in Boulogne-sur-Mer. With 2,550
meters of climbing, it was a proper test of the legs, lungs, and willpower.
The weather was nearly perfect: warm, but not oppressive, with a
light breeze that kept us cool (most of the time). I was lucky to ride with a
generous group who let me draft behind them—saving energy and making the climbs
a bit more manageable.
The route wound through the Hauts-de-France region, known for its lush countryside and historic towns.
But the real drama came in
the final 20 kilometers, where we hit a series of sharp, punchy climbs. The Côte de
Saint-Étienne-au-Mont and Côte d’Outreau near the finish were short but
brutal. As we approached the Opal Coast, the
temperature dropped noticeably, and I caught glimpses of the sea in the
distance—a refreshing sight after a long, hot ride inland.
Jessica in front
🦵 Body Check: Day 2
The legs are feeling surprisingly good. It’s only day two, but the
intensity and duration combined make this the most
demanding riding I’ve done in years. That said, my back,
hands, and feet are starting to complain—gentle reminders of both age and
the extreme physical nature of this sport. I expect this will be the norm from
here on out… and it’ll probably get worse. But that’s all part of the deal.
We’re riding 3,500 km over three weeks,
including the “bonus miles” to and from hotels. And honestly? Sleep is
the hardest part.
Dinner is usually at 8 p.m., followed by a team briefing. I’m
rarely in bed before 10, and with early bus transfers to the start towns, we’re
lucky to get six hours of sleep. Fatigue messes with rest too, so it’s a
compounding issue. But still—it’s worth it.
🌸 The Magic of the Tour
The riding here is out of this world. Quiet roads, rolling hills,
and villages bursting with color, each one decorated with
fresh potted flowers in anticipation of the Tour’s arrival. These towns apply
to be part of the route—it’s a big deal. Being
selected brings tourism, pride, and a moment in the global spotlight. For many
mayors, it’s a career highlight.
💔 A Sobering Reminder
I also have an update on the rider who injured his hip yesterday.
Sadly, it’s worse than expected. He’ll remain in hospital here in France for
the next 10 weeks. I can’t imagine how hard that must be—no family nearby,
unfamiliar language, and a long recovery ahead. It’s a stark reminder of the
risks we take out here.
So maybe I ride just a little slower tomorrow. A little more
cautiously. A little more gratefully.
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