I’m really glad I don’t have an Haute Route to do this summer. I’m finding it hard to digest that it’s nearly March and my training calendar, up to now, is mostly blank spaces. I blame it on Dr. Shaky, who took an untimely retirement, but wherever the fault lies, the hard, cold fact is that this season is having a hard time warming up.
The almond blossoms and my Google Calendar tell me that I must get my softened arse in gear, too, because I will be traveling to St. Tropez and Holland in April for two sportives that I’d like to finish with some semblance of dignity.
Therefore, while the Physio works her magic on my knee every two or three days, I have begun an 8-week training program I ‘liberated’ from the internet, which should increase my Functional Threshold Power and confidence à la fois.
The lazy git inside me actually doesn’t really mind taking it relatively easy this year, so don’t feel sorry for me. Anyway, if recovery weeks do wonders for your fitness, imagine what a recovery year will do!