So for the past 2 weeks I have been what I'd like to call, a pro cyclist. Getting in the k's and living the life of a pro. I guess I kinda though it would be .... easy? Not the riding, but thought I'd have so much time up my sleeve for activities, AND for all the cycling.
To tell the truth, I am wrecked. Ruined, bonked, in the box - permanently. This I am possibly to do with the fact I've ridden for 31 hours in the last 9 days. The house is a mess, like I've been working 80 hour weeks at work, and thats what it feels like. No time to do anything except ride and lay in recovery position until its time to ride again. Except for the fact it hasnt been 80 hours on my bike. THANK GOD. Oh god 80 hours on my bike in a week. My body hurts even imagining that.
To achieve my amazing feat of 31 hours I have had some early starts (4am) , some extreme heat conditions (36 degrees for 4.5 hours up mountains) and discovered so many cool new places to ride becauae I'm not under a time constraint and worried about getting lost and being late for something. Ive found cycle paths with koala habitats, dirt roads, bay loop extensions, safer routes to hill reps for peak traffic times AND a new cafe, that serves my latte in jar. Not a mason jar, just a normal jar. Excellent.
I have a week left to ride as much as I want before a quick trip with friends and I'm genuinely concerned for what tomorrow may bring. I've got my eating routine for long rides down pat (blox and torq bars) and following a route that takes me out in a headwind and home in a tail (for a little reward, ya know) so I really should venture and explore while I can, those hours arent going to ride themselves! Because I know when I'm sitting in the office in 3 weeks time, I'll be pining for the days when I was a pro cyclist, getting tanned AF and crispening up those cyclist tan lines.
Wish me luck, if I don't post again I've surrendered myself to Mt Tambo.