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?
It's time to take a break. Spend time with my family. Eat, drink, and be merry. So it's time to let you know where it all started. And where it's all going. Because countdown begins August 2018.
There are a lot of great write ups about the strength of your mind when riding. But what about the physical side? Let's talk about burning matches. And saving them.
Yeah. Racing. What the heck right? You thought this was a blog about long distance cycling and then up pops this post. But it's all part of a grander plan...
Sometimes there are rides where you're feeling strong, everything goes to plan and you have an amazing ride. Sometimes there are rides where nothing goes to plan, you're having an off day, and it's a great blog. And then there's this ride. Where nothing went to plan, it was a terrible day for the bike, and yet I felt great. Except for mild hypothermia...