This calendar year I have cycled 6,379km (most of them around Sydney), spent 254 hours on my bike and climbed 75,000 vertical meters.
I have been spending on average 42 hours per month pedaling, or the equivalent of one full working day per week.
All of this and I still don’t know If I feel ready for the 1,000km that lay ahead of me through The Alps.
As my departure date is getting closer there is not a lot more I can do. The Tour de Force kicked off this weekend and I will join it in 14 days.
The first pictures from Corsica look warm and sunny, my ride today was in the cold and the wet. I hope this is not an omen of things to come.
So a few more rides (weather permitting) and I will be heading off to the UK on Thursday. I have a week of catching up with friends and family, a few rides planed and then it is on to France.
In the past I have been accused of talking a “good game” but rarely getting out onto the pitch. Well there is no backing away now.
Could I have done more training, probably, could I have held off on the red wine a little more to assist in my ascent of the bloody big mountains, absolutely.
Could I have spent more money buying equipment and cycling paraphernalia, no way. When you add it all up I think it may actually have been cheaper to have gone with the more traditional mid-life crises of buying the sports car!
I just keep reminding myself that the ride is for a good cause, nobody made me do it and to enjoy every km, hour and vertical meter that I ride.