As I sit here, still reeling from a night of vomiting and diarrhea that rivaled the biggest and baddest of my many epic hangovers (something I ate. I’m not even drinking this season…what’s the point?!), I find myself secretly glad to have a good excuse to take a day off the bike. I have just enough energy to type, so I can be somewhat productive.

April was an odd month. In some ways it was a breakthrough for me, with my still-unbelievable Ventoux climb a few days ago, along with my new-found penchant for climbing, which I guess have their roots stuck in the same place. The climbing improvement is due to my training this year, no question, but owes most to this data:

• Last weigh-in: 64.5 kg (142 lbs)
• Body fat: 12.3% (down from 16% in Feb)

Random Pic #1: where I had my accident on Jan 2. I still have bruises.

I think I might be nearing my target weight now, but I’ll keep an eye on things and if I start getting blown around too much in the Mistral I’ll add some back on. And now for the ‘odd’ part. These numbers are pretty low compared to March.

• Kilometers ridden: 1164
• Hours in the saddle: 43
• Training sessions: 23

Random pic #2: What does the Chinese clothing factory have against Canada and the US?

I’ll try and pick up those stats in May, but work is getting in the way a bit now that the season is upon us. However, once the weather starts cooperating in a consistent manner, I know the miles will start to climb.

Two races this month gave me an idea of where I’m at and how far I (always) have to go, and I’ll have one more in May most likely, to keep me honest.

And now I’ll go back to my suffering.