I love to ride my bike whole days and I love hiking as well. I used to cycle every day, just because I love to be outside, get some fresh air and clear my mind, because I was sitting behind a computer the biggest part of the day (I write ‘used’ because I’m doing some farming at the moment). Although I like to be a little fit, for one reason or the other I never see it as sport. Is that because I’ve never been that much of a sporter? Is it because I don’t have a timer with me in order to improve myself? Is it because I absolutely can’t identify myself with those sunburned, muscled and shaved racing dudes wrapped in lycra? Is it because when I see someone jogging on a early sunday morning, I shake my head in disbelieve of so much stupidity? But then I have to force myself to think that that jogger thinks I am a complete lunatic, because I ride a fully packed bike and ride more than hundred kilometres a day. That night I will be sleeping in a tent and will be on the way for years just to see something of the world and live an adventure.
Indeed, I see it as an adventure and of course as a huge challenge, but not so much as a sports challenge. Of course, it takes endurance, fitness, character and all that, but in my opinion aren’t that qualities which only belong to sport. Furthermore I am so glad when I read about people who have been cycling around the world are not sportsman or -woman of the year and take a certain kind of pride in that. They are normal people in a normal shape who got on their bikes and rode of for an once in a lifetime adventure. In other words, it is possible for me as well. And if it is possible for me, why not for you as well? Like Alastair Humphreys wrote: ‘Look at your own street – that’s the road to Africa! Or to China! Or to wherever in the world you want to go. It’s right there waiting for you. You just have to go…’