I don’t know about y’all, but I think we have too much of a good thing right now. I mentioned on Twitter the other day that between the World Cup and Wimbledon, I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage the start of the Tour de France. (And anyone who knows me knows that watching the Tour is NON-NEGOTIABLE.) A reader tweeted back, “ARE YOU GETTING ANY WRITING DONE?” Well, of course, chickens. I have BONFIRE NIGHT, the next Julia Grey novella, due to my publisher at the end of July. It is well in hand, I PROMISE. But I also know that with two novels and three novellas getting pushed out this year, a girl needs a little recreation, am I right?
And when I say recreation, we all know I don’t mean ME playing the sportsball. I am notoriously uncoordinated. I have managed to sprain both wrists very badly and get the wind knocked out of me, and that’s just in high school gym class soccer. (I will admit to thoroughly enjoying the unit where we got to play football. We were supposed to play flag football, but the coach never cared what the girls did, so we went straight for tackle.) I also didn’t entirely mind the cross-country unit only because we got to loop around the ag barns and fields behind the school which made a nice change from the track. The only thing worse than running is doing it IN A CIRCLE.
I confess, I don’t watch soccer. First of all, it’s ridiculous that we call it that. It’s not our game, it’s played with the feet–why can’t we just agree that it IS football? And secondly, OH MY GOD, it’s hours of nothing happening except some spectacular displays of aerobic fitness and acting ability. If I’m going to learn the intricacies of a game enjoyed by other cultures, it’s going to be cricket–which I’m reliably told is similar to baseball and which I do not believe for a minute. But the outfits are spiffy, and they stop for tea, so I am completely on board.
Then there’s Wimbledon which I enjoy but not when players stand at the baseline slamming serves at each other. I like a scrappy game with strategy, so I tend to favor the smaller players who move a lot and come in to the net, but I fear they’re a dying breed. I like grass and clay because those surfaces fight back, so I generally only watch the French Open and Wimbledon, and thank heaven Wimbledon is over because THE TOUR, Y’ALL.
I was beyond excited about this year’s Tour because it’s starting in England–specifically, in Yorkshire, one of my favorite parts of the country. They’re making their way through towns we’ve visited, winding up and down roads we drove. They even stopped at Harewood House, a stately home with a royal connection. (George V’s only daughter, Princess Mary, married the Earl of Harewood.) Wills and Kate and Harry dropped by to wave the riders onto the start of the stage, and it’s been an utterly insane two days of brilliant riding, beautiful countryside, unexpected tactics, and a spectacular course. It feels like the full three weeks have already been crammed into the first two stages. I am giddy at the thought that we have so many days left…
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