Be A Dreamer!

Hello Girls,

I hope you had a wonderful summer and you could go to places you’ve never seen before…

This summer has definitely taught me a lot. I learnt a lot about myself, about the mountains in general and the French cuisine. How is this possible? I got lucky enough to climb 5 mythic Alpine passes including Alpe d’Huez, Galibier, Lautaret, Courchevel, Les Menuires and some of them in a great company.

For someone who is a little bit into cycling knows that Alpe d’Huez and the Galibier are climbed basically every second/third year of the Tour de France. These are sub category climbs which means that they are so steep that even the TDF organizers don’t classify them… I felt this was a very special moment in my life – I knew no matter how hard I was training  – these mountains have spirits just like the lava fields in Kona and they either want you to finish your climb or it will be just a huge disappointment…

I arrived into the premises with an Italian friend of mine who has done the climb in 2011 during the Triathlon of Alpe d’Huez – and he immediately started explaining me the strategy of the climb – which is actually quite simple: you need the easiest gear way from the beginning otherwise your chain breaks…I put my favourite music in my ears and my hands started sweating as our bus approached the first hairpin of the climb. I told to myself: it is going to be OK, you’ve always been above average on the climbs, you grew up in the Hungarian mountains, you can do this…you will do this…

And then…there we were…the bus driver put back the gears and I just couldn’t believe my eyes…the first two hairpins are supposed to be the hardest and when I looked upon the road I felt the tears in my eyes. Tears of joy, fear, respect and nostalgy. I promised my parents that I will think about Bela bacsi who was a long lost relative of my father and who won several Hungarian road cycling championships in the 1950’s. He met me a few times when I was a little baby girl, he travelled across entire Budapest just to see me and walk me around for 1-2 hours. I thought about him while I was trying to hide my tears…Did he talk to me about his biking adventures while he was alone with me when I was a baby? Is this the reason why I am the only freak in my family who is crazy about bikes, mountains and sports in general? -) Who knows? He would’ve loved it out there…

The climb for Marco Pantani lasted for 35 minutes for me…it was 1 hour 15 minutes. You have a climb of 14 km with 1400m of positive denivele…At every single hairpin when you look up the road waiting for you – you don’t actually know if you will manage to reach the next one…and there is 21 hairpins on the way…

After all, it was the hardest climbs I have ever done in my life by bike and by bus as wellJI was glad and extremely proud that I managed. This is something that I want to remember forever in my life – just like the wonderful moments spent with my friends from my triathlon club. Mixing up the French, Italian and Hungarian specialities for dinner and have long deep conversations with a full moon over the French Alps in an apartment that looks over the hardest climb of the World is something unforgettable…

I am lucky. Why? Because after all the struggles I have to face in France I try to look at the positive sides and appreciate what I have. It is not always easy because just like every human being – I also want more and more…But there is moments in our lives when we have to stop for a minute or two look back on what we have achieved and with who – and just be thankful. This year I visited places that I was dreaming about as a child, I did more Ski resorts by bike than by skiJand I can’t wait to continue next year!

As in one of my favorite films teaches us: “Happiness is only real when shared” – so get out on your bikes, collect some friends and discover places that you’ve always dreamed about!

Be safe, be a dreamer!

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