It's a common feeling when you've been preparing for so long for something so big. The crash that comes after the event. It comes regardless of whether you were triumphant, or things didn't go to plan. The success of the event is just a volume button really to the emptiness that is invariably felt once the euphoria (or disappointment) wears off.
Since I posted the routes in my last post, I’ve been so busy in my final stages of training, but also making sure that everything is in place for the ride. A few weeks back after some very intense training weeks, my plan had been to complete a weekend of multiple days, included a roughly 200 mile day. It was all planned out using the van as my ‘control’ in between each leg. But I was very tired physically before I got there...
Whenever you want to attempt something pretty epic, it's generally a good idea to have some kind of plan. And like a good Cub Scout it helps to always be prepared.
How do you get your head around the idea of being able to cycle 1800 miles in 10 days?
It's quite simple - you dont!
You can't really. You can get your head around the idea of a long ride, and even several long rides. But one single ride from the bottom to the top of the country and back again? That's a lot to process. Especially when you don't have a great track record time wise.
It's been a funny 7 days. A week that's been very up and down....
There's something magical about riding into the night. I've often said that I adore night riding. In fact it's the perfect time of day to ride solo. The magic of the night doesn't require company
2020 is an odd one.
"Happy New Decade - this one's going to count!"
I for one certainly had big plans. I had plans for starting up a business that would see me happily working through to retirement, I was writing a book, and I had big biking dreams. Yep - 2020 was the year that it was all going to start happening.