So turns out there is something to be said for specificity training. Therefore, if at first you don't succeed, dust yourself off and try again. And never stop learning.
The final PBP qualifier (the 300km) ended up being more of a mental battle than I thought it would be. But misery is a choice. And I have trained for toughness. Today I proved to myself, yet again, what I am capable of.
When you can't ride your planned Audax ride, might as well do some reconnaissance work on two *new* rides for the 2019 calendar. And yes, of course they're gravel.
To Jump The Gun (def): to do something too soon, especially without thinking about it. (aka: what could go wrong). Leads to saying things such as "It's fine." Sounds like a perfect combination for my 600km qualifier for PBP.
So the road to PBP is long. Next year August long. Which is an awfully long time to stay motivated for.
In fact, I'd argue that it's impossible to stay motivated for that long, and it's normal for the mojo to come and go.
I guess I just didn't expect it to go away quite so soon...
And at the end of [Sydney to Melbourne] I said to Max ‘I will never do that again... ever’...”
And then I got a phone call 📞
Sounds weird doesn't it? I mean, how hard can down time be? You get to sleep in, eat whatever you want, drink any day you want, spend precious time with the family, and generally aren't fatigued/sore/falling asleep on the train. Essentially you get to be a 'normal' person. But what happens when you don't want to come back to the bike?