My alarm was beeping. My eyes opened. I saw grapes. My hand reached out and plucked a grape, which I quickly ate. I turned off the alarm. It was Day Ten.
The fact is, I actually did some significant damage to myself back in 2018 by not listening to my body and pushing through, and I essentially needed 6 months off my bike after I finished. I think I had done most of the damage before I hit Adelaide, but what it meant was that then I was in a lot of pain for the rest of the ride, and couldn’t ride hard. There were several people in front of me who I would have dearly loved to catch, but I just couldn’t. Because of that, I had come into this edition with a plan. I admit that it wasn’t a particularly complicated plan, but I’d managed to stick to it fairly well up to this point. According to the plan though, today was a day for a change.
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