The Word My Watch Uses When I Get the Sleep Wrong

The Word My Watch Uses When I Get the Sleep Wrong

Sleep after hard training isn’t one-size-fits-all. A four-hour ride in zone one or two barely registers as a load worth protecting sleep for — a night a little shorter than usual absorbs it without complaint. Twelve repeats of 800 meters above threshold, close...
The Noise Outside My Camper That Wasn’t a Bear

The Noise Outside My Camper That Wasn’t a Bear

Trouble sleeping in a new place isn’t really about the place. I’d found an empty parking spot in a limestone canyon in Slovakia, right next to the stream that carves it — a short drive, an easy training day, nothing that should have cost me any sleep. Then...
Everything Bends Except the Clock

Everything Bends Except the Clock

Every plan for a solo trip is provisional except one: a consistent wake up time, and the bedtime that goes with it. I check the forecast the night before I leave, aim for somewhere within about a thousand kilometers where the temperature sits near twenty degrees, and...