We had a new chef for dinner tonight. It turns out that she is a bit more strict. When the door opens for dinner we all file in to our seats and grab a plate for the salad. Well, today, 3 of us were through the line when she came out yelling "potage", which is soup, and is normally the first course. She was holding to it and I got the stink eye along with the others that had a plate of salad. I did not make eye contact the rest of the night.
I had the first of seven submax tests today which starts with a max contraction test where they use a electric pulse to get the most out of your leg. From there we were put on the Wingate test which is a 30 sec. max effort. The final portion is a tt on a trainer programmed to 26k of Milan San Remo. We went over the Cipressa and the Poggio. Yep, I came all the way to France to ride the trainer. The soreness was gone from the biopsy and I surprised myself by missing the top time by only 15 sec. D@#$, so close.
After the soup Nazi incident, most of us spent the evening watching the World Mountain Bike Championships.
This is some hotel in Morez.
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