Last Sunday I completed a long trainer ride that can only be described as “ugly”.  I was sweating buckets, my heart rate was through the roof, and my power numbers were so so low.  That could only mean one thing: recovery week ahead.  I remember a time in the not so distant past that I dreaded recovery weeks.  (What do you mean you want me slow down? Sleep more?  Do less?!?)  Now I cannot wait for them.  It’s so great to feel rested and to know that my body is adapting to the weeks of stress I just subjected it to.  Don’t forget to give yourself a break every once in awhile.