Two years ago, on this very day, I arrived in Sweden, ready to ride my bike to the Nordkapp.
When I set out, I didn’t know how to fix a flat tire.
I didn’t know how much I could physically cycle in a day, I didn’t know how to navigate (well), and I sure as heck didn’t know what I was getting myself into.
I didn’t know how to use my endurance in a positive way.
I didn’t know how to set boundaries.
And I didn’t know what I could achieve all on my own.
Someone once told me: “The Nordkapp tour ain’t all that special. It’s a long-tour Classic. Anyone and their grandma does it.”
And sure, maybe on the face of it, a 3000K bike ride is impressive to some, and not so to others.
But it’s not about the 3000K.
My life has been very different since I’ve come back from that trip. I’ve aimed so much higher than I’d even dared to dream before. I can set boundaries, and have learned to defend them.
I am who I am, unapologetically.
That ride changed my life.
This life, since that moment two years ago, has finally, finally.
Become.
Mine.
I’d ride the whole thing all again in a heartbeat.
