Nothing beats those first training rides in the sun. Coming straight from a dark, cold and wet cage, aka. Danish Winter, it feels extraordinarily liberating and transforming.
We have based ourselves on the Northern part of the Island (Puerto de la Cruz). The area is super beautiful and from our balcony to our left we see the top of the iconic Mount Teide and to our right we have a soothing ocean view. This is quite a constrast to our flat in Copenhagen, where our view includes suspect people on the street selling even more suspect things or people walking their dogs, while not caring much about where their four-legged friends dump their stuff (!).
Whenever you go to the Canary Islands there’s a guarantee, that you’ll dump into enclaves of North European (and predominantly) elderly people. This time around is not an exception, and we have landed almost right in the middle of one of these enclaves. Even thought this is Spanish land, you’ll see kiosks selling Scandinavian newspapers, Supermarkets only selling German food and even mailboxes operated be the Swiss Postal Service (I don’t even want to trouble my mind with how on Earth all this is working). Today I waited for Thomas outside the Supermarket and was rippet out of my daydreaming by an elderly lady out of nowhere addressing me with her complains about how to find the menu cards for the adjacent restaurant. In German. Not holding back. And clearly waiting for an answer from me. As if naturally I would be speaking German. In a Spanish speaking country. Honestly, I felt very embarrassed about being a North European person at that moment. Clearly, there’s some sort of invasion going on here.
However, as I said, it’s liberating to be here. At this very time, all those less exciting training hours back home pays off big time. Lately I’ve been very insecure and uncertain about, how my training is going. Am I doing too little, too much, too little intensity, too much? You would think, that by now I would have enough experience to know how it works with training, but that’s not always the case. Instead of having a rational approach, I sometimes tend to have a very irrational and emotion based approach. Every winter I have moments, where I forget, that top shape takes a while to build and it doesn’t just kick in on the very first day of winter training. Anyway, the last couple of weeks, I’ve been feeling that familiarly feeling of a solid basic endurance settling. The signs are clear and despite all, I do remember this happening before around this time of year; I start waking up earlier and earlier in the morning, my appetite is increasing, sometimes food in my stomach acts like a few drops of water on a huge bonfire, and training sessions under two hours goes into the mental category “Boringly little. Almost not worth doing.” A couple of days ago Thomas and I did a 20 minutes all-out uphill test and I felt surprisingly good. It’s fascinating how training hours and hours at a slow steady pace makes you faster on the shorter distance. Nevertheless, I got a good pointer on where my current shape is, and that gives me a lot of confidence and hunger for what’s ahead.