Finally after 2 weeks of being sick I am able to focus on
the final days of training and realizing that the time is at hand, take the
bike apart and pack it for the coming adventure. Given that I have made it this
far I can only wonder what the odds are of the baggage handlers managing to
reroute my bike to the likes of Mongolia where it will do neither myself nor
the lucky recipient much good (imagine Genghis Khan and the hordes attacking on
bikes)!
Of course there is the Mrs, truly in line for sainthood for
having put up with the slow transition to SA time which sees me getting up at
1:30am so that I will be in sync when I get to the race. At least the white
noise generator (read that to be the indoor trainer) lulls her back to sleep
and we manage to get a couple of minutes together in the morning before I head
to the office and another couple after I walk into the apartment and head right
off to bed. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy (but hopefully enables
him to ride the single speed to the end).
With visions of the race dancing through my head I can
hardly wait to board the plane and get the adventure under way. I am sure by
the fifth day I will be cursing the hardship and pain that the race holds in
store. Somehow up to how I have managed to avoid thinking about this aspect of
it.
Good luck to all and see you in Knysna. IF SINGLESPEEDS
RULE!
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