Crispy; charred; toasted; burned…yeah, that’s me. After falling sick the week after the Tour of California (and travelling over here with it in the system), just barely getting healthy in time for Flanders and then riding that hump through Portugal I am one tired and run down fool. A week of nothing, even a day or two completely off the bike, is more than welcome. A crew heads up to France this weekend for GP Cholet but I’m taking the weekend off, eagerly anticipating Cheynna’s visit next week, and then ramping back up for Criterium International next Saturday and Sunday.
Strangely enough, in cycling when the form is really good your body is just barely hanging on. One little nudge in the wrong direction and you’re sick, in the other and the form falls off. Few sports put you smack in the middle of this tightrope and ask you to walk back and forth for as long as possible. Hopefully taking a bit of a break with allow me to stay upright and ideally jump up to the rope a few meters higher.
Portugal? A good time. Unfortunately no opportunity to explore the grape related products, but the race was dialed. A nice hotel (with no transfers and hotel changes all week!), great roads, not too windy, and plenty of time to sit in and chill. The time trial was what decided much of the GC and all of us save Killian put in between lackluster and absolute shit rides. I felt like I was breathing through a straw and after a few K realized that it was hopeless. Sometimes time trialing with power can give you too much info:)
Now, a day of sitting in front of the compute and pretending to be productive After a blood test this morning I hit up the farmers market and have a pretty serious stash of food for the week. A kilo of steak tonight with some juicy priorat action should kick off the recovery nicely!
