Six weeks of biking. The thought of getting six weeks away to do nothing but biking is....
...scary. It's quite one thing to have a dream, but quite another entirely to carry it out. After all, the nice thing about having a dream like this is that you don't have to be consistent: you can just let the dream go and let yourself be distracted whenever you want.
...worrisome. What am I going to do for money while I'm not working? How will the course coordinator react when she realizes that I need to get away for six weeks between Easter and May Day? Will I lose my job?
...problematic. What if I'm the only person who goes on this thing?
...exhausting. I'm getting pretty close to forty: will I be up to the demands, physically?
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