Bags packed, bike checked, hair blonde, legs - not ready. Oh well, what could possibly go wrong. Tomorrow, I head off on the Great Southern Randonee for 1200km. I've had 3 weeks with a rotten cold and very little riding and I still don't feel very flash. All my grand plans are out the window and I'll be riding to survive.
I've been very quiet on the blogging front lately because I've just had to prioritise. I've been getting to bed early, trying to help out around the house as much as I can and to get as much riding as I can in the legs. Sitting in front of a computer was one of the things that had to go. I'll be getting back to it shortly as I now have the outline of about ten stories I want to write up. As is often the case though, they tend to lose some immediacy and interest once I get around to them.
I'm setting off on the GSR with every intent of posting a couple of things to the blog as I go so keep and eye out, I just may live up to it.
Saturday morning, I got out early to test myself, the bike, my lights and all the gear out. I took off at 5am for 100k and it was really beautiful. The kind of morning tomake anybody a fervent cyclist. The only mistake I made was to wear short fingered gloves. On the tops of the hills it was warm enough, but down in the hollows it was around 3 degrees lower. THis took it down below 5 in spots. Ouch! My fingers hurt. When the sun started to hit me all of that went away and it was just sublime.
Wish me luck! I'm gonna need it.