After 12 races in 14 days and in three different countries, my legs, body and mind were starting to get a little cooked. In fact, Tuesday’s race was one of the worst I have ever had. My legs have NEVER felt the way they felt during that race. I woke up yesterday morning and even my arms hurt. I thought I was done for.
Then came the chocolate. As I start to get more and more tired I crave chocolate and I don’t have the will power to not eat it (that was one of the reasons I gave it up for Lent). So yesterday, I ate some chocolate cereal with breakfast. A few hours later, I ate A WHOLE BUNCH of chocolate cereal. I mean a whole bunch. Then I had some chocolate cookies before the race started. During the race, something magical happened. I never got tired. The day before, I was dropped 40km into the race. Yesterday I was able to sprint at the end. I attribute this turn-a-round to the magic of chocolate. To celebrate, I ate chocolate cookies after the race, and after dinner in the form of chocolate pudding.