I feel like I’ve been on the start line of a cross or mountain bike race for every weekend since the start of November. Not this week though, it kind of feels weird having a weekend off. Being home away from home for 12 months I’m now just finishing opening mail, paying bills, gardening etc (12 months of catching up). It’s good to be back living on the beach and hitting the scenic Tassie roads and trails. Tassie is a great place for training, as in the words of Max Plaxton last year: “where are the flat roads?” they are very few and far between, nothing but rolling hills here. They say solo miles are worth twice as many, though I’d also say Tassie has the roughest, slowest rolling roads I’ve ever ridden on in the world, so my current miles must be worth at least 3 times as many as those in LA.

Until next week…