"You may rest, but don't quit"
I had such high hopes for my Easter break. Two days in and I felt the back of my throat burning. I raced feeling a long way below par and spent the next two weeks getting rid of a cold. I've not done one bit of meaningful exercise in seven days.
By midweek I was in the doldrums. The old wives' tale of pre-season fitness equating to racing season sickness, seemed to be coming true. I looked back at how much form I had in February and started to quail.
I felt riddled with guilt at not being able to support my team mates at the LWCR race at Hillingdon. I thought that by not racing then I might stand a good chance of being better for my weekend TT. Sunday came and went.
I moaned to Coach Simmonds. Ever wise, he put a helpful spin on things: "See it as enforced rest", he said. Duly "zen-ed out", I've had a productive few days. Caught up on work, cleaned the house and read my book. I think I may even be better. The hunger has returned.