Time is a elusive beast. I've been trying to catch it all week and it constantly slips through my fingers. But I've caught it now; or rather it's caught me, as I have eight hours of enforced solitude on a train traveling across the country to Penzance.
I've often said I'd like to ride Land's End to John O'Groats, the classic end to end. but that was always prefaced with the phrase "when I have the time". So after years of trying to find time, make time, or even grab time, I'm finally on my way. Why now? If anything I'm busier than I've ever been and it's "not really a good time". The truth is I found myself asking, "if not now, then when?" and I realised I just had to choose a day and go. Easy.
So here I am. On the train with my bike, with what I think of is the minimum amount of kit (but it still seems infeasibly heavy) and nine routes planned for nine days riding. Have I done enough training? Probably not. Have I chosen my routes wisely? Unlikely. Will I make it? I don't know. Could I have taken a bit longer to prepare for this properly? Absolutely. But then I might just have run out of time.
