The post-stage race funk is a condition I am no stranger to—that curious condition
that descends like a thick fog when
you go from a week of high-octane,
high-pressure racing in which all
your senses are maxed out the
whole time back to the thudding
predictability of normal living.
Surviving the 2015
Story by Lee Rodgers
Photos by Paolo Martelli
Your adrenaline reserves get burnt out.
If you were a car, they’d have to get you
in for new spark plugs and a timing belt.
People ask you how the race went and you
give them results from which they gauge
their reaction, but the real story of the
madness, the mayhem and the sheer fun of
it all is lost to anyone who wasn’t there.