...and back to reality or something like that.
After day one of Portugal this year, and probably last year, I told my self to remind my self not to take on such big adventure next year. There has to be other ways of getting in good shape and other experiences out there that Im missing by coming back. And its just pain!
Now; not even a week since last day, I ask why do I keep coming back to the norm? I already miss the waking up a bit sore, trying to eat as much as you can, wondering if you can get another pedal stroke in, but happy to see the rest of the racers on the start line, cheering each other on as Tiago counts down the time; then pedal and all that matters is to keep pedaling to the end while taking in all the different sences from around you; see the smiles at the checkpoints, specially my dad; then cross the line once again, even though you thouht it was impossible. Then get treated like a super star with awesome food, bike service, massage and them more food and stories around the tables from other racers while the body wonders if it'll be able to do it again tomorrow.......and it just keeps going....
Half a week at work and there is no resembling the great people with such positive outlook, with such passion to what they do....Im going through withdrawls already!...guess there is a reason why we keep going back to these experiences in life.
Looking forward to a mountain ride with friends to releave the mind from the week of work....starting with a awsome breakfast and a little bit of bike fix...
Happy Riding!
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