Arriving home from Luxembourg, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. The Kersteperiode, while memorable and amazing, had taken its toll on me physically and mentally. The constant cycle of race and recover left me in need of some down time to mentally recharge. I didn’t set an alarm and gave myself some time to sleep on Wednesday and just get back into the flow of a “normal” week and the New Year.
The Kersteperiode is unlike anything I’ve ever done in my life. It’s like a stage race on the road, but every day the peloton goes hard like it’s the last race of the weekend. It’s enough to break you.
I drove back to Oudenaarde in silence, considering the highs and lows of the journey I had just completed. In that moment, I was glad the season was over.
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My first trip to the World Championships was pretty magical and something I will not forget. Maybe one day I'll be racing in them, but until then it was back to work with a full week of training and racing ahead.Read More