I’m back in the blogosphere after a bit of a break although, as I’m sure you’ll agree, I have a good excuse.
Last weekend my long-term partner - and my best mate - Lauren made an honest man out of me at our wedding in Shropshire.
I have to say - and I’m not just saying this in case the new Mrs Tennant reads this! - that it was the best day of my life. Everyone told me beforehand to enjoy it, take deep breaths and try and remember it all because it would all pass so quickly.
And that’s exactly what happened.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I shed a little tear when I turned round to see Lauren walking down the aisle, she looked so beautiful. And the day just got better from there.
Obviously, I had, and have, so many people to thank - all the family and friends who turned up to make it such a memorable day - and also everyone who has sent best wishes to us before and since the big day.
I broke with tradition a little bit by having THREE best men - Ed Clancy from my current “life,” Alex Dowsett who I roomed with when we were kids with the GB Academy, and Tom, my best mate from my schooldays. All three made superb speeches, even if I was obviously the butt of all the jokes.
After that, we had a superb live band that had everyone dancing into the small hours and I have to say, the whole day could not have gone any better.
It was all a lot more civilised than the stag weekend a couple of weeks earlier when Ed organised a trip for a bunch of us to Prague. I think I consumed more alcohol that weekend than in the previous 12 months put together though Ed showed what an old man he’s become. He never stayed up beyond midnight and was last seen throwing up in the river on the Saturday.
As is tradition, I was a bit of a hero and was out until 5 or 6 each morning although I must admit by the last afternoon, I put my foot down and blocked the plan of a sight-seeing trip to the castle and led us on a trip to Hooters instead!
Of course, the “honeymoon” wasn’t quite what Lauren or I would have wanted and, bright and early on Monday, I was off to London to catch a flight to Abu Dhabi where I start the four-day Tour of Abu Dhabi tomorrow.
We’d actually had our real honeymoon, in Bali, earlier in the summer because I knew this would be a busy time of year for me. After Abu Dhabi, I fly into London to ride the London Six Day at the Olympic velodrome next week then head straight up to Glasgow where I’ll ride the team pursuit and individual pursuit in the opening World Cup round of the 2016-17 season.
I’m not complaining. I have the best job in the world, the job I dreamed of doing as a kid so you accept the odd inconvenience like not being able to have a “traditional” honeymoon.
Not that I’m particularly looking forward to four days in the heat of Abu Dhabi. It’s been kind of weird so far. We’re in a 50-storey hotel that must have cost billions. You know you’re in a posh hotel when there is a Lamborghini and a Rolls Royce outside the front door and the local Lamborghini dealership is built into the lobby!
On Tuesday we had to attend a big UCI gala dinner here which, I must admit, was a bit boring. Very slow and repetitive. It was a bit like the Eurovision Song Contest but far more boring.
A lot of the sport’s big names were in attendance, though, and at least there was a chance to see Peter Sagan who was wearing some shiny silver shoes, a fedora hat and carrying a cane. It’s fair to say, he looked a boss!
As for me, I didn’t know we were going to the dinner so only had sports kit with me. I had to go out to buy a pair of jeans and borrow some shoes from one of the Team WIGGINS staff.
On the plus side, because this is my “honeymoon” week the lads have let me have the king-sized bed and my room mate Michael O’Loughlin has agreed to take the camp bed.
Because of all the travelling, I’ll miss the Revolution in Manchester this week which is a shame because it’s an event I always love to ride but my Team PedalSure did pretty well in the last one in Glasgow so hopefully we’ll win or come second overall and then we’ll see how we do in the next round of meetings - the “Champions League” as they’re calling it - because there are some really great riders lined up for that.
Until then, wish me luck in the heat because if today’s couple of hour recovery ride was anything to go by, it’s going to be tough.