The last few days since the Giro d'Italia have been quite a whirlwind, but I’m happy to be sitting in my garden as I write this, my dog Blanco resting between my legs on the lawn furniture. I’ve been spending the last 48 hours or so trying to recover from my fatigued stupor.
When you’re in the midst of a three-week tour, you feel the fatigue. Your legs are heavy, there are permanent bags under your eyes, and each morning it gets a little harder to get out of bed. It’s not until you re-enter the normal world, however, that you realise how tired you really are. Then you have “normal” human beings to compare yourself to. Until you leave the Grand Tour bubble, you don’t realise the true extent of your fatigue.
