Ship’s Log: Today, the Day After Yesterday (or, The Moment of No Return)

And so, the cat is now officially halfway out of the bag. A Schrödinger’s confession—both public and secret at the same time. I have informed some of my colleagues that I have, in fact, signed up for a "cycling challenge". A deliberately vague phrase, designed to elicit interest without inviting immediate questions about my sanity.

Of course, this means I am now in proper training mode. Not the half-hearted, I'll just ride a bit more training mode, but the kind that requires actual sacrifice. Case in point: I have just turned down a Jolly Boys brewery tour with my uncles in a few months' time—an event that would have involved beer, more beer, and possibly light-hearted debates on the correct pronunciation of “quinoa.” But alas, the cause demands discipline, and so I shall remain steadfast.

Remarkably, despite yesterday’s adventure, I am not too achy. Either my body is adapting to the self-inflicted suffering, or I have simply lost the ability to detect pain. Either way, the quest continues...

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