I took part of the Transcontinental race No7. At the start, the first day hit us with over 40C degrees heat, over 3500m elevation and gravel parcours. By day two I had developed saddle sores. At the end of that day I cycled the last 40 kilometres almost entirely standing, out of the saddle, because I simply couldn’t sit down.
It was 6:20am. I couldn’t sleep. The sun was starting to cut through the darkness outside. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling but didn’t see it. Not because of the darkness but because of all the thoughts going through my mind like a movie reel, speeding in front of a project’s light. I was tense while my mind rushed around like a goat just let loose from entrapment.