I was exhausted. My stomach woke me up at 9 AM, and I stumbled to the kitchen to find breakfast. I rabidly consumed messy handfuls of cookie crumbs while trying to figure out how to turn on the stove top to make some whole-wheat pancakes. I then sat at my kitchen table with my eyes closed eating 3 pancakes as fast as I could churn them through my mouth. My legs were so tired, and they had a weird burning sensation. Maybe that was normal for someone who had gained about a pound and a half of muscle in the last several weeks -most of which had probably landed on my huge muscly thighs. I wondered half seriously if adding Endurox recovery drink to my O.J. would help me recover faster. I mused quietly to myself, "This is why people dope."
With that thought, I trodded back to bed to sleep until noon. Thankfully I was only working half time during these last few build weeks. My life literally consisted of sleep, eat, sleep, cycle, work, eat, sleep. Not necessarily in that order.
With that thought, I trodded back to bed to sleep until noon. Thankfully I was only working half time during these last few build weeks. My life literally consisted of sleep, eat, sleep, cycle, work, eat, sleep. Not necessarily in that order.
"This is why people dope"
I thought humorously about the add in Bicycling magazine. What was it called again? Oh, yes. EPO-Boost. It promised all of the benefits of EPO without actually being EPO. What cyclist is going to keep that on top of their fridge? I can imagine the conversation now. "Err, no. You see, it's not actually EPO. It just helps me recover faster." Friends with a twinkle and a knowing look in their eyes would respond with, "MmmmHmmm. Sure. Whatever you say."