fitness

A week of pushing limits, battling fatigue, and embracing progress. Virtual rides tested endurance, while an outdoor ride through Tokyo reignited the love for the open road. Each session brought lessons, each climb built resilience. The journey continues, and soon the real road will call again.

A cold morning called for motion, so I rode through Shibuya for a haircut before stopping at a shop to discuss upgrading Xanthos to a geared setup. Outdoor riding felt fresh after so many virtual sessions, with a higher heart rate but lower wattage. The road pulls me back, and soon I will answer.

A virtual ride through Namibia’s desert, where effort felt sharp and the push felt real. Focus stayed on power, endurance, and rhythm, each kilometer testing both body and mind. The journey continues, the fire stays strong, and with every ride, the challenge grows.

Fatigue weighed heavy, but the road still called. A short ride through Iceland’s frozen expanse, where cliffs rise, rivers cut deep, and the wind never rests. Though virtual, the ride felt raw, the effort real. Strength is built in motion, and even on weary days, the fire within refuses to fade.

A day of rest, a ride reborn, a push that felt powerful but proved deceptive. The effort surged, the legs burned, yet the wattage whispered otherwise. Progress is not just numbers, it is resilience and grit. The Namibian desert calls beyond the screen. One day, I will ride it for real.

Fifty-four kilometers of steady grind, a ride testing more than just the legs. One record shattered, two more surpassed, yet satisfaction remained just out of reach. The numbers proved progress, but the effort told another story. The body strained, the muscles screamed, and the fatigue settled deep. Strength is not

The coast stretches endlessly, waves rolling in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. The air is thick with salt, clinging to my skin, filling my lungs with the scent of distant tides. The warmth of the sun presses against my back, radiating off the pavement, blending with the cool breeze drifting in

Forty-six kilometers ridden, yet the desert existed only in the mind. No scorching sun, no shifting sands, only effort and will. The sweat was real, the progress undeniable. Another record set, another ride complete. The road ahead calls, and the fire within remains.