It’s Boxing Day here in Canada. That’s the day after Christmas for my American friends. That’s the start of the week between Christmas and New Year’s that we’re now calling Betwixtmas, I guess.
There’s even a Guardian fashion guide for this confusing week.
Having confessed recently that I suck at weekends, that in my heart I’m a Monday person, not a Saturday person, it should come as no surprise that I’m not a big fan of this confusing week between Christmas and New Years.
What are my fitness plans for the week?
I took Christmas day off exercise. I couldn’t even walk Cheddar because his paws ate sore from the salt on the road.
But this morning I was happy to get back to the Zwift baseline camp for the sprinting test. Whee!
I have one more test to go. Frankly I’m not looking forward to it. I started it on Xmas Eve and bailed. It’s 27 hilly km and they’re measuring your best ten minute power. Blergh. Give me 15 second sprints anyday.
I’ve got 10 more workouts to do if I want to make it to 400 in 2024 but that might not be happening. So close! I’m at 390 right now but there’s really only 5 days left and I’m at the farm for some of them. Yoga with Adriene? Snow walks? Maybe. Wish me luck.
Here’s past posts that explain why I’m new to Betwixtmas and I’ve got work to do getting used to this much rest and relaxation and confusion.
Happy Betwixtmas!
Laird’s laws, CUP, the APA, and the week after Christmas
One year I hope I can do the Rapha 500.
It’s “500 kms. Eight days. 24 – 31 December. A tradition like no other.”
