Post Tour depression is ugly and debilitating and only two courses of therapy are proven to ease the suffering: one requires copious amounts of disposable income and a Velonews New Product Guide (the new Time RxR Ulteam is aero, Euro, and stiff, just like the DJ last night!), and number two is, of course, going on a bike ride and suffering like the dog that I am until I can no longer contemplate a certain existential malaise. Aside from sharing some Nutella with Scarlett Johansson during a mutually therapeutic "post-ride" massage, remedy#1 is currently the least likely, and that means only one thing...
And since this Tour was so jammed packed with "who shot JR?" drama, and Schlecks (twins or triplets?), this time I have to "train" for an actual goal:
Actually being dropped by numerous PRO riders and their friends is the only thing that can make me worthy of staying up all night to read live webcasts of races on Cyclingnews. "Neutral roll-out. Still neutral roll-out for the next 7 km, looks like Jens Voigt has his leg-grippers rolled up so we expect him to be on the attack, or he's working on his tan, and look at that, Pozzato is actually getting a tattoo from his team car, I think its a Spongebob-Bibpants!"
Six weeks till D(rop)-day! I have to get a base, build cycling specific strength, follow endurance specific nutrition plans, work on my CORE strength (whatever that is, but I think it helps with constipation), develop all sorts of "intervals," which I'm shocked to find out are not periods of "temporary cessation" at all, and practice "active-recovery," a little oxymoronic I realize, but wait until you hear about "hill-repeats!"