19 days and counting.

In ninteen days time I will be flying to Vietnam. In 20 days time I will start pedalling. 8 days and 400 kms later I will arrive in Angkor Wat, Camobia. What was I thinking?

Bascially I felt like doing something; stressed out, bored with my life, and all in all feeling a bit low about myself, I decided to find something to do.
The Something that I found was a cycle challenge. 400km from Ho Chi Min City to Angkor Wat. Anyone reading this who knows me knows thats just the way I seem to work. A tendancy to jump in with both feet without thinking things through, running before walking... or in this case taking off my stabilisers waaay to soon (cracked ribs and a lovely scarred left knee are testimony to that!) I should point out that that was, of course, metaphorical... my cycling skills are not that dire althought I know there are a few people out there who will argue otherwise!

Training has been intense, I have accumulated a number of injuries (all part of the experience right?) and have most definitely been a slacker at times. Early morning starts, spin classes, lonely hours spent pedalling on stationary bikes, swimming (yes it is old lady swimming but swimming none the less) weights, medicine balls, lonely hours, more swimming, stretching...
I cant complain as I have loved (almost) every moment of this (in particular the stretching, I can do this well and I wish I could "downward facing dog" for the 400km, I sincerely hope people get that yoga reference!)

The change of diet has been a problem for me, but hey "out of the frying pan"... sadly I know if I had been more stringent with myself on this then I'd probably have improved my physicality no end which does weigh on my mind. Perhaps that aspect of the challenge was too much too soon!! A girl needs a cheeky wine though right???

So, 19 days and counting. Bring. It.