East East

When around a month ago a friend asked me if I'd like to join him to race Tour de Timor, I'll admit, I hadn't heard of the race. During the weeks following my agreement, I learnt more about what I'd signed up for, the race, the country and the people involved. I began to run a gamut of seriously conflicting emotions, "what ifs" thrown around my mind like fairy bread at a 3 year old's birthday.

It's in a tropical location meaning I'll be getting a head start on this summer's razor sharp sock lines. It's in a tropical location meaning every bug wants to kill me in ever more creative ways.

It's five days back to back racing, which will be awesome preparation for the Warny. It's five days back to back racing, who in their right mind races 5 days in a row? That's just plain old silly! :)

The list goes on, but as I sit here, wind and rain lashing the window on one side, my Cubano half packed on the other side, all I can say is: I'm too far in to back out now, so I'll see you on the other side with some new stories to tell.


*note* "East East" refers to the etemology of the name "East Timor".