It starts at a jolly civilised 09:30 and is only marginally longer than a half-iron, so despite a couple of pesky up-flats, I reckon on being home & hosed in time for a long, late, legendary, lunch
. Maybe a salade landaise followed by tartiflette, washed down by a gallon of burgundy? Then a brisk freewheel back down the hill for a siesta. Or something like that
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So I've entered. Logistics look like a pig, and the only time I went for a run in a ski station before, I felt like I was breathing through a bucket of soil. If anybody else is entered, or if you can offer advice based on previous experience, I'd love to chat, please!