After I spent almost a week after the Baw Baw classic literally hobbling around, trying to come to terms with the shitness of my body, it felt pretty good to ride a pretty fast 140km on Sunday and feel damn good while doing it.
Turns out rest is pretty good for the body. Who'd have thought. It's an important reminder at a time when my obsessions are running hot. Riding all the time is just going to make me tired. Time for a little more rest, and a little more quality over quantity in terms of training.
There's a few changes up ahead for me. New house, new suburb, maybe some new adventures.
I reckon riding my bike will be a reassuring constant.