I Am Kind Of Like

All The Physical Comes From The Mental.

Sport That Consumed Me For Over Two Decades . . . Is Now Gone. Now It's Just Me. No Pressure, No Expectations, No Need To Be Fast, Good, Strong Or To Even Improve. Yet I Can't Let Go Of This Idea That I Always Need To Be More Than I Am. And It Is Eating Me Alive.

My Goal Is To Try To Avoid A Regular Job.

I Am Nowhere Near My Limit. I Just Want To See If There Are Such Things As Limits. I Want To Go And Find Out.

I Am Kind Of Like A Diesel. It Is The Cyclist In Me.