Anxiety

Months of training, weekends of 5am starts, thousands of metres climbed and ridden, all for this weekend. The Maratona dles Dolomites. 138km and 4200m of climbing. Maybe 8, 9, 10 hours in the saddle.

The scenery is spectacular. I feel like I've been seeing black and white for months, and someone just switched on Technicolor.

A leg warmer to check the bikes tomo, and the registration in the afternoon. Rest on Saturday, then the big one. Eeek.