win the race

by resting

Rolling on a trainer

Again and again and again.

I spin my feed and sip my drinks and listen to the training music.

There’s no wind in my hair.

No mud in my eye or sights to see.

It’s been a hell of a winter, locked up in a basement, imagining doing something unimaginable.

How do you imagine ultra endurance cycling?

How would you imagine ultra endurance anything?

Take something that you don’t hate doing.

Then?

Do it without stoping for thirty six hours.

Eat while you do it.

But for the love of god, neither stop nor sit down.

And I don’t even think that comes close to what an endurance bike ride will be like.

In order to enhance my imagination, I’ve watched endless videos about how to train and how to prepare for ultra endurance events.

One I’ve liked is a lady who calls herself Watt Wagon.

There are many perverse, mean and terrible jokes that one could make about someone with such a strange name, I will entrust both your ruthless dark sense of humour and your cruelty to you. I believe in you, mock th…