Tag: Denmark
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Day 5: The medieval marathon – When your body writes the real story
Aviation morning ritual In the morning, I had a little bit of bonus entertainment because the airport had an event and there were some helicopters parked actually in front of the entrance to the hotel. So after exiting, I walked around a little bit just to see them up close, I had to satisfy my…
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Day 3: When the cycling gods finally smile – Perfect weather and Potsdam’s bike paradise
A chilly fresh start After last night’s cats and dogs downpour, the morning air was crisp and clean, a refreshing 10 degrees that had me questioning my clothing choices. The rain had washed away yesterday’s misery and left behind that perfect post-storm clarity. Of course, getting out of my warm bed into that cool air…
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Baltic to Adriatic Day 1: Escaping Copenhagen, battling headwinds, and meeting fellow cyclist
The journey begins (208km/2011km – 10% Complete!) They say the hardest part of any journey is taking the first step. Today proved that saying right, though in my case, it was more like taking the first pedal stroke an hour later than planned. The reluctant start I’ll be honest, I postponed the departure by a…
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May: How a devastating crack nearly destroyed my ultimate journey
As previously mentioned, May became my official “month off”, which in cycling terms means I barely touched my bike for two weeks and called it “recovery.” After April’s Mallorcan torture session left me questioning both my life choices and lung capacity, my body staged a well-deserved rebellion. The great bicycle boycott of early May Most…
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From Spanish rain to surprise half-marathons
Hello, dear readers! It’s time for yet another monthly recap of my failed successes. But wait, this time I’m actually on schedule with my monthly update! Let’s dive into my past mishaps and the future ones I’m eagerly planning. The Spanish Rain Festival (That Was Supposed to Be a Cycling Camp) I never mentioned my…
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One day or day one
To cut short, i would say very boring long day. However, there is so much more to it. Mornings aren’t my forte. It took me almost two hours to muster the energy to actually start biking, before that, I was going at a sluggish pace. Due to that I instantly started worrying that I will…