It is there. Just laying there, dormant, patiently waiting until the time comes when it is called to action.
It makes me ride my bike.
It makes me rest when I rode to much.
It makes me eat things that I don't really want and not eat things I'd kinda like to have.
It drives me to madness. To torture myself and put myself into uncomfortable places.
It haunts me and causes me to have nightmares.
It taunts me, teases me and torments me.
It causes me to fix my resolve on the single-minded pursuit to train in all kinds of conditions so I can whip its ass.
Can you see it?
It's a starting line and it's waiting for me.
On April 19 we shall do battle.