Sorry to burst the bubble a little, but Le Tour is a damp squib from a spectator's view... For the first time in our lives we had come to a sporting event, seen nothing but sunburnt backs and hotdog stalls, and left not knowing the result... And, we forget to ask as Nicole Cooke perceptively did last week, where are the women?
I spent the three days 'tour chasing' and I am confident that this triumphant spectacle can leave a lasting legacy if we let it... until now the next generation of cyclists has been "let down" by a lack of safe roads... now we just need to see the representative Government investment to ensure this passion has a deep and lasting impact.
Cycling itself has had such an upsurge in the past month, that cycle lanes are positively congested and cars are almost a thing of the past! With that in mind and lots of people coming to the studio with tight backs and thighs; I have put down a few key poses to bring some respite yoga to cycling mania.
In many ways, these are echoes of the widespread trepidation, cynicism and finger-crossing that marked the build-up to the London Olympics. Those fears were unfulfilled on that occasion and the feel-good factor produced for the country that summer was something that will be hard for us all to forget.
The news that Hull is to be the next UK City of Culture brought back all sorts of memories. I spent three years in the East Yorkshire outpost as an undergraduate. At first it seemed so far away from my midlands home, and my main memories of my first term are of everything getting progressively colder and darker...