Life? Don't Talk To Me About Life.

Some days it just seems too much. My ride running career is going wild. I've got spread-sheets coming out of my ying-yang. I've got lists of stuff I need to buy and take up to the Mallee a mile long. I've figured that I need to hire a large truck to carry all the food I'm taking. I've got people changing their accommodation and hoteliers who can't count.

Add to this that I'm going up to Hopetoun this weekend to do 400km, undertake reconnaissance and sort out all the booking and I'm going nuts. Now I've got an unavoidable work commitment tomorrow night as well. This week just isn't long enough. Arrgghh.

It's just lucky I've got the bike. This morning I smashed my legs into oblivion on the trainer in the shed of pain, and tonight I did a really intense Pilates class. That helped to take my mind off things a bit at any rate.

I'm trying hard to focus on my 400. It should be a very Zen time. I've never done that far before entirely on my own. I'm feeling a little intimidated by the flat open roads and what it's going to be like if I get the kind of winds we've had the last few weeks. I'm just trying to draw energy from the knowledge that I can do the distance physically. The mental stuff will just have to work itself out on the road. At least I'll have plenty of time to think.

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