Random post appeared in my feed in the early hours of this morning, those restless small hours when your mind is on fire and roaring at warp speed. It's author had cycled solo to Istanbul over 3 months and suddenly – Bam! THAT feeling I get which precedes anything I have ever done which turns out to be a major event in my life. I can’t explain what it is like, but it comes rarely and it has never let me down. I mean, why the fuck not? This seemingly never-ending lockdown means no work this summer and when else will I be able to take off 3 months in one go. A few random immediate questions like how much money will I need (I don’t have much), how do you get your bike back and what about Covid, but I know I can sort all of those out. It feels good, I feel excited. It has been so long since I felt excited.
Went on a cycle trip later on that day with a couple of the guys from CycleOut and was buzzing from the idea. Grim, crappy grey day with dirty looking rain clouds hanging oppressively low in the darkened sky. Did nothing to curb my enthusiasm though, and I suspect that the guys didn’t really think I would undertake such a trip. But I knew I could and more importantly, almost certainly would.
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