As I write this now, a week ago I was about to board a plane to Melbourne. Just a few hours earlier I was out on a four hour ride in the Christchurch Port Hills. I was enjoying being out and about on the bike. The previous day, the weather had been feral but Friday was gorgeous blue skies and sunshine, with a crisp freshness of Autumn. It was such a fabulous day, I stopped for a quick coffee in Lyttelton, not quite on the training plan, but sometimes you just have to stop and soak it all in. As you do, checked my phone briefly, and read a couple of messages. The night before the idea of racing Challenge Melbourne had been floated, but I dismissed it as far too late in the day. It was Thursday night, I was in New Zealand the race was Sunday in Australia. The messages on my phone were just checking again…was I sure I didn’t want to race?