Day Eighty Six: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I seem to be in tune with my surroundings at the moment, in particular the beauty of the countryside. I spent four hours on my bike today riding alongside a diverse coastline. Past rocky coves that embraced water so blue it looked fake. Like something out of a demo reel used to show [...]

Day Eighty Five: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

“Wow”. I woke up and that was the first thing I said. Not particularly erudite I know, but it worked. You see, I’d just had the most lucid dream. It was so incredible, it stayed with me all day. Kept popping back into my head, testing me, making me think, trying to [...]

Day Eighty Four: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I wish I could paint. I thought about that today on my ride. The countryside was truly beautiful. The weak winter sunlight had softened all the colours, the deep red leaves and the lush green of the hills; it was a watercolour begging to be painted by someone with bucket loads of [...]

Day Eighty Three: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

For the record, the cutest of dogs have sharp teeth when they are lodged in your calf. I was out on my mountain bike, having just spent almost an hour and a half climbing, when I drew alongside a woman walking her two dogs. I was a bit cautious, one of the dogs [...]

Day Eighty Two: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I have hatched a plan to get to ride a stage in the Tour de France. I am not talking about doing the plain old L’Etape like everyone else. Nope. The real deal, a full road stage, mixing it up with the pros. The plan is simple, yet is reliant upon [...]

Day Eighty One: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I just had a fight with my cycling glove when the velcro on the glove would not let go of the sock that I was trying to put away in my draw full of cycling gear. Usually such an incidence would be no more than a minor distraction, however having not cycled for three [...]

Day Eighty: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I slowed my mountain bike down and came to a rest in the middle of the trail.  Visibility was perhaps three metres.  I had been climbing a rocky trail for forty minutes and had entered the clouds.  It was eerie.  The dense cloud was blowing across the trail, one moment I could see four or [...]