My poor bikes have been sitting neglected in the garage these past weeks since I’ve been taking things easy. I’ve looked at them sitting forlornly against the wall every morning and every night when I’ve parked my motorbike right next to them. But I’ve been busy preparing for the Great North Walk and the Brisbane Marathon, so neglected and sad they’ve remained.
Until this morning. See, I am starting to get some of my old spark back. You know the one I had up until late May when I started to feel a bit burned out. The “rest” has been doing me good and I’m starting to get keen as mustard to get out training again.
Perhaps it’s the passing of the winter solstice and the promise of longer days. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m now only two working days away from my holidays. Or perhaps it’s just the rest that I’ve enjoyed the past month.
Whatever it is, this morning I swung a leg over my MTB and spent an hour cruising the fire trails in my local bush. Sure, I could have hit the single tracks. But I don’t yet need the variety. After a month off, even fire trails were exciting. Besides, in just 24 days, I’ll be cycling 100km every day for 31 days to raise money for the Nakuru Hope Project in Kenya so I’ll be looking for something different to ride.
Total: 16.3km MTB