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Overcoming Fear and Discomfort
In the morning I wake up in a thick soup of fog. My sleeping bag is drenched wet and I can not see further than I reach with my arm. I had slept alright, actually really good considering that I had been sleeping on the roots of a tree. Thanks to myself being too lazy…
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Changing perspectives: Is everything just Mindset?
My legs are as heavy as my mind. Everything feels like discomfort and suffering in front as much as behind me. I am in the middle of it. Hundreds of kilometers left to cycle and I barely manage to do 50 in one day. I just want to be back in my own bed. I…
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How would you describe freedom to someone who doesn’t know?
My body is tired my mind wide awake. I push my bike out of the trees on to the top of the hill. Bright light and a sea of fog beneath me, the sun didn’t rise yet. I lean my bike against the bench I had spend yesterday-afternoon on and brush my hair to braid…
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Chasing the Sun: A Journey Up the Mountains
In the myst of a late morning I leave Eva’s Home. The fire had been already burning in the stove when I got down into her kitchen, the smell of coffee unfolding in the air. Our conversations are still echoing in my head as I push my bike back up the steep hill into the…
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You can get yourself out of anything, you got yourself into.
The author reflects on childhood lessons about self-reliance while navigating a challenging November bike ride. After struggles and exhaustion, help arrives unexpectedly, underscoring resilience.
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500g Pasta for two isn’t too much.
I spend the first part of the day eating with little cycling breaks in between. Until I reach the town I headed towards some 30km away. Sitting next to the river I just had a swim in, I devour a huge portion of pasta. By that time I had already eaten as much as you…
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