Once upon a time someone mentioned the idea riding 600km without sleeping. #itseemedlikeagoodideaatthetime The end.
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?
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.