"are you sure you're till the end on that?" - A road cyclist asks us if we're going till the end of a road cicling race on our cripled mountain bikes...

After 5 months of training (2 to go) conscience is probably building up faster than my muscles: I know I can cycle 140km of asphalt in one moorning altough not at the pace of road cyclist... I know the back tire of my mtb slips in gravel and wet rocks, but it's fast in hardpack... I know what harpack, gravel, mud and technical terrain are and how each of them can harm me... I know that my left leg dominates sprints and any other kind of fast cycling cadences wereas my rigth leg dominates ascents and any other kind of slow cycling cadences... I even know that shoulder injuries probably involve longer recoveries than leg injuries...

What don't I know?... I don't know how I'll be feeling after the 3'rd day of consecutive riding... I know that will probably be the moment my conscience will tell me it's time to stop... That will certainly be the time to turn it off... And ride...

"so, how did the hollydays go?..." - This is a common question whenever me or one of my coleagues get's back to the office after a business trip...
Yes, traveling is the best part of my job... But associating hollydays to some of them, is just... Too far from whatever reality can be...

I almost don't remenber my last trip to the poconos anymore and that's probably it almost did not feel like beeing out... An effortless sumary would look something like: 5 days, 16 hours in airplanes, countless brainstorm meetings... Some pictures taken, but only from inside the car...

In case you wonder, I still think this is the best part in whatever I do for a living...