I'm Going Bananas

Yesterday we went for a 110km meander through the Dee Valley over undulating terrain. Our average speed of 24 km/hr was mostly fuelled by banana power.

Training for the Etape has lead to an exponential increase in the amount of bananas that we buy in our weekly shop and it’s becoming a tad embarrassing. In some parts of Sydney it’s rumored that having an upturned bunch of bananas in that little top part of the trolley indicates that you’re single and up for it. I don’t think this is the case in Aberdeen; otherwise my shopping trolley would have provoked an orgy in the Sainsbury’s fruit and veg section. However, it must mean something here because every time I stack up my huge pile of bananas (shown left) at the checkout I am invariably met with a raised eyebrow or salacious smirk. I’m willing to brave the consequences whatever they may be because bananas are the food of champions. Just ask Graeme Dott-the Scot who won this year’s world Snooker Championship.

"I ate bananas and drank Lucozade - anything to try and get energy."
If bananas can get him through 11 grueling frames of a marathon snooker match then they can get me through 11 hours of Alpine hill climbing. And they feature heavily on the Etape Menu.
35,000 bottles of mineral water18,000 bananas6,000 oranges30,000 slices of ginger bread5,000 slices of ham5,000 slices of cheese5,000 bars of chocolate10,000 pieces of fruit jelly6,000 madeleines525kg of pasta