Road to PBP 2019 Part 3

My third qualifier was the 400, and it was a distance that I was riding for the very first time. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Adding to the excitement we rode through a rather apocalyptic storm, a lot of wind, and riding rather late into the night. Well, you wouldn't want an easy 400 now would you?

Winning the battle… against me

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.

Fight the wind or go with the flow

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.

Goals don’t always equal mojo

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...

Surviving down time

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?

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