For anyone who might have read my previous blog post, you’ll know I’ve been training for a 54-mile cycle ride from London down to the south coast of the UK, ending in Brighton. When I say training, I mean I’ve looked at the bike and bought a new pink cycling jersey. That’s about as far as things have gone up to this point.
The time has now come. The infamous London to Brighton ride is upon us this Sunday, the 19th of June. The bike is ready to be transported to London. The padded shorts are laid out on my bedroom floor. I have a race number and a start time. It’s all become very real.
I’m part excited and part nervous. I know I must be prepared to go though four inevitable development levels on Sunday:
Stage 1: Enthusiasm
I’ll have my brand new padded shorts…
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