Tom Petty and his crew had it right when they sang those lines. Given that we train nearly every day one might think we would enjoy the odd rest day, yet when those days do come it is often a struggle and a test of patience to keep from going out the door to do SOMETHING.br /br /We just finished our base volume period for the summer, culminating last week in five days training in Trout Lake, WA at a Pacific Northwest Regional Camp. Our volume had been accumulating up until the camp and in that five day period we racked up another 22 hours, which put the week’s total for me near 30, my biggest week of training ever. It was a very successful week with lots of low intensity rollerskiing on the immaculately-paved logging roads around Mt. Adams and finishing with a seven-hour hike up that same mountain to its summit near 12,500ft.br /br /Anyways, back to the waiting. Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow are coach-mandated rest days. Nothing resembling training should take place as we allow our bodies to recover from the immense stresses we placed on it over the past few weeks, acknowledging that the true benefits of training only come about AFTER the training has taken place, when the body adapts to the strains through recovery.br /br /But it’s sunny and beautiful out, and my 2-9er mountain bike leans seductively against the garage, begging me to take it out for a long summer ride in the mountains. Patience, young grasshopper. Patience.div class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910103639238326543-1141806940314919422?l=methowolympicdevelopment.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div
