Ever wondered how to keep fit out on the road? Yeah, me too…

A week in Germany/Croatia/Germany/France/Germany has revealed a flaw in my plan for a better, stronger, more ride-y me – a concrete plan.

My week has included a fair bit of traipsing through airports and standing around at car events, but next to nothing in terms of genuinely moving myself forward.

Food intake… I’d give myself 6/10. Maybe 5. Portion sizes are down and quality is up, but as a guest of others it’s all too easy to submit to a dessert. Or two desserts.

There isn’t a lot of spare time on my work gigs, but I definitely gave away a couple of chances to do something to improve strength.

Hotel gyms are one thing, but if I had thought a bit quicker/been more disciplined, I could easily have done some body weight training or more stretching.

My biggest issue is starting. Just starting. Ten push-ups this morning is ten more than yesterday, but I’ve let six opportunities go by and I’ve done none.

Oh yeah, and booze. Not excessive, but certainly more than last week.

So as a summary, this week’s a fail to learn from. At least I have 26 hours to devise a plan for next week, jet lag and another launch notwithstanding.

The art of sneaking out instead of piking out is a habit that’s forming… albeit slowly!

An hour of doing something is a tonne better than doing nothing, right?

It’s still amazing to me how much different mtb and road is… and to race mtb I need to train mtb…

A ride can happen anywhere, any time…

I don’t have electronic shifting on my bike, but I still have a bunch of sync that needs inflating with electrons to work…

Oh, and here’s a bonus rant. I was feeling a little cranky after fixing a flat… and starting to think whether this race really is a good idea…

Today was some training, some working and a LOT of fun… and it’s actually 138 days until the Redback.

Smashed myself silly on a Specialized Levo electric mountain bike around Greenvalleys, and it was good fun.

Good enough fun to buy one? Hmm. Dunno. Don’t reckon it could be my only bike… but I can see its advantages, for sure.

Got a lot of cool stuff today, so watch MBA and my YouTube channel for more. I’m off for a regular ride…

Part one of a hopefully ongoing vlog series about getting to the Redback in Alice Springs in August. Given that it’s only April…

Day – 1

Days to go – 152

Plan – none yet

Today 25km urban, stretch yoga, no shit food

Sounds easy…

It’s a glorious spring morning. For once there’s no wind. I’m actually not away somewhere.

And it STILL takes every bit of willpower I have to pull on a jersey and go for a simple ride.

It’s been thus for a while. No interest. Zero drive. A lack of desire to overcome even the most elementary road block.

This morning feels like a win.

This time last year, I was racking up miles every week. I’ve ridden three times in two months this year. No Great Cycle Challenge. No City To Gong. No Tour Down Under in January.

And I’ve not been kind to myself either. Back on the junk food like a 5yo at a birthday party. Stretching? Walking? I won’t even walk the dog.

I’m busy with work, sure, but who isn’t? Work has been a battle of sorts, too – if you think you can avoid politics as a freelancer, think again.

It might be my increasingly solo lifestyle – as I get older, the less time I spend – and let’s be honest, want to spend – in the company of others.

And that’s down to the simple fact that I don’t feel particularly confident any more, and less inclined to want to wade through the mire of communicating with people I don’t exactly align with.

I feel old, overweight and… isolated? Less relevant? Not sure of my place in the world? Dunno.

It’s been quite the month wider family-wise too, so there is that, I guess.

I note that we are in November, a month that’s dedicated to raising awareness of mental health issues. I guess I’m writing this to take a step towards doing a bit better, and if you’re feeling the same way, a fist bump goes to you.

in the meantime, I’ll take five minutes here, then head back into a super hectic end to 2017.

My pledge to myself – don’t beat up on yourself, chuck out the M&Ms and stretch a bit.

Small goals… but they’re usually the best ones to start with.