It is very strange. After the time trial, I was more worried about the rest day than any other day we have completed so far. While this might sound absolutely ludicrous, hear me out.
For 10 days I beat my body into the ground. For the first 6 days my body resisted and subsequently I felt like crepe (yes I consciously just wrote crepe instead of crap it is more politically correct). On day 7, my body had a bit of respite, but that day was still a race day where I burned over 3500 calories and sat on a bike for somewhere around 5 hours. From day 8 onward through day 9 and 10 my legs then felt great–my body seemingly accepting it’s fate and finding a rhythm at which to take the pain.
Yesterday, however, I gave my body the ultimate treat. I didn’t torture it… Yesterday we rode 2 hours at a leisurely pace, soaking up every minute of calm we could–stopping to take pictures…the lot.
Now I fear that my body may be confused. I fear that my body might think this race is over, that it gets to rest now.
Today we start straight uphill, 8.1km of uphill to be exact.
Will my body resist? Is it too late? Or will the old bod go back in acceptance mode and just take the pain I dish out to it.
In about an hour and a half I will know.