Iam Miro

Easy ride — needed to take it even easier.



That was the plan.



So hard to go slower.



Left when it was 2°C; outside, it was only 6:30am.



Right away, there were police, a blocked road, and a lorry waiting to take the cars away.

It took two hours to remove two cars.

On the way back, one was still there.



I enjoyed

6am, let’s go.



3°C, no problem.

Heated socks, layers, gloves, all good.



Not many cars outside and bloody skies, sunrise almost there.

I miss dark mornings.



Ride was easy, pushed a bit, didn’t mean to, maybe because it was cold.

Nice when I turn up to a place I’ve never ridden through, something new on my doorstep

Busy Sunday — and Monday is coming very soon, I feel.



Ride, kids’ football, gym and ice skating — a full day planned.



That meant an early ride. Left at 5:59. Still dark, but sunrise was coming soon. Foggy. I messed up the direction of the route at first, but adjusted and kept going. Headed to my favourite

I had planned a nice MTB, get-muddy, fun type of ride. When the weekend came, I realised it was going to be wet. Bugger.



It’s like someone turned off the lovely weather we had during the week while everyone was at work. Bastards.



On Friday evening, I was looking at the rain and thinking I might just stay

Day Eight – The Final Push



The alarm went off at 7 a.m.



Sleep was actually good. A bit of rain had fallen on my face during the night, but it was fine.



Two hours of sleep. That would have to do. It’s the last day.



Stretching on the grass while drinking yogurt and eating a few snacks. Packed the bike and

Day Seven – Best Day, Long Night



I woke up just after 4 a.m. Four hours of sleep. Not bad.



Quietly packed my things so I wouldn’t wake the others and went downstairs.



Breakfast: coffee, juice, bought some snacks and Nutella pancakes for the road.



I left just after 5 a.m. and by 6 a.m. I had already stopped

Day Six – Back in Rhythm



Woke up during the night and realised there was a cat sitting on me.



What?



It was just sitting there, staring outside at the stars.



My face felt a bit cold because the room had no windows — just an open space — so there was a bit of wind coming through, but otherwise it was fine

Day Five – Turning Point



Woke up at 5 a.m.



Can I ride?



I felt terrible. But terrible because I was sick, or terrible because I’d been riding for days?



Man, decisions.



No one to tell me what to do.



Alright, think. Pack up. Ride 20 km and see. It’s a straight road before the next turn into another remote wilderness

Day Four – Hanging On



I woke up in the night feeling like I couldn’t breathe.



Oh no.



I had this last year — that moment when I tried to take a breath after three deep ones and nothing came. I recognised the feeling immediately. I turned onto my side and started coughing.



I felt awful. Like flu. Weak. Completely

Day Three – Mind Games



The night was okay. I had earplugs and an eye mask, but I still woke up a few times. My mind was buzzing. My body too. I tried to calm myself down.



At one point I heard three men standing next to me and a little boy talking. I thought, how can I hear him? I have earplugs in. Then