This has been my second day of recovery, both of which have consisted of easy rides in the morning and easy rides in the afternoon. After the race, yesterday, my legs were feeling a bit tuckered out. But now they feel quite nice, and I’m ready for a hard day tomorrow and the day after as well.
The food is beginning to drive me a bit nuts. Gilad has Tony and I on a very high fat diet. 30% or more of our calories comes from fat—healthy fat like peanut butter, nuts, olive oil, lard, Crisco, bacon, McDonald’s and such. But here, the coaches don’t believe in the benefits of fat. Hence the very boring and tiring menu of plain bleached pasta, tuna, eggs, vegetables, potatoes and soup constructed of all of the above. To compliment this diet, all of us here are constantly wolfing down bread and jam—the Costco tub of peanut butter that Tony brought (originally off limits to the Israelis because if its high fat content) has been licked clean within three days. These guys LOVE peanut butter.
Tony and I have also been eating Snickers bars and Peanut M&M’s in our vain search for fat calories. Our supply is running low, and they are way to expensive to buy over here. Mom, I need a shipment of food!!!!
Tomorrow should be fun and hard, and I am getting pumped for the next race on Sunday. This time I’m getting top 5. All four of these paragraphs started with and were brought to you by the letter “T.”