I arrived a few days ago and have so far racked up 13 hours chammy time and that wasn't all spent sat in cafés! To be honest they are the first few normal days since my accident. It isn't to say I haven't had some great days in the past 8 months but I've always had the feeling that I'd be doing something different had I not broken my neck. Pedaling out of Denia in the January sunshine feels like a return to the norm and it has been like therapy.
Other exciting changes include:
- The opening of my new 'local'. No, not a pub. Café Ciclista brought to you by Train in Spain head honcho John Fegan. It means I only have to do about 300m pre-caffeine weaving before I get my morning hit.
- More on the coffee note....a drastic reduction in my caffeine intake (boo!). Bad for the Cortisol y'know. So less in the morning and none in the afternoon.
- No power test on the agenda which is normally something I'd chuck in as soon as I arrive in Spain. For those who don't know what a power test is, let me enlighten you. It is 20 minutes of eye ball popping, lung bursting, vomiting educing effort on the bike to see what the maximum wattage you can wring out of yourself at a given point in the season is. This number is then fiddled with to give you training zones to torture yourself with until the next test. For many years this was my sole determination of self worth outside of the competitive arena, not a healthy or helpful mindset and one I don't want to slip back into. There will come a time, when I'm happy that health is restored and I am injury free, that it needs to be done but that is several 1000kms away at this point.
- Riding roads I haven't used in ages just for the pleasure rather than because they are ideal for training. Todays grinch up the 'El Mirador' ('the view') is a good example. It is too steep for useful training for a triathlete and their is no chance of pedaling down which means wasted time on the bike. However this is the view from the top. Worth it eh?