Sweet, blessed rest week.
The land of .64 IF rides... the place where your heartrate only breaks out of zone 1 if you win the Orbea in the local bike shop's raffle. The training sequence that actually makes your legs feel good for a change. Riding with non-racing friends and letting them dust *you* for a change. The one week in four where you can sleep in and skip the 5:30 AM start to training rides. The one week in four where you can stay up and watch television until 11:00 PM without being wiped out the next day. The one week in four where you actually get faster and fresher as the week goes on. The week where your bike gets clean, and stays clean. Where you break out the fixie for fun - and where you don't cry looking at the fixie thinking about the new kinds of agony it's going to inflict on you, because, by God, you're not going to climb any hills on the damn thing. The week where you have time to actually pay your bills. The time where you can actually do your daily stretching routine at night without being so tired that you pass out on the floor.
It's the best thing since lightly chilled Accelerade.