You never know...

One of the frustrations of Spain, as you may have come to understand from Will's diary, is the unpredictability that comes with anything Jose touches. When you're training for racing, it is common wisdom to plan your training based on when you will be racing. Last week, I had been planning to be ready to race that weekend. I few days before I was told I wouldn't be going, but the day before things switched. Packed and lying in bed, the assistant director called and said that needed paperwork hadn't been sent back from Madrid to the director of Viveros, so I couldn't race. Pure lame sauce.

Mental purgatory. Getting psyched up to race is a whole body experience. Switching between those two states of mind is pretty draining.

I just got a call from Jose a few moments ago. Apparently one of the Cafemax guys can't go to this week's tour so I will start the race under his name and drop out before the finish of the first stage so we don't get caught. Starting with a full team I guess looks better on paper. I wasn't going to be able to do this race because it's only for Sub 23. But now it looks like I'll be feasting like a racer and living the hotel life. Expect those plans to change within the hour.

It's kind of like that time Sam and I decided to go to Gibraltar with him (6 hour drive) when he told us he was leaving in half an hour.

While I've been taught that planning and scheduling is the way, it can be good to have something this unpredictable in your life. Keeps you on your toes. Ready for anything. It's just sometimes I feel my soul has too much mass to happily match his accelerations.

Speaking of accelerations, I'll keep you updated on how the race goes. I'll try and take some good pics... this is Art's last hoorah and I'm betting Will has some good legs after a few days of rest.