Day 0: The Starting Line

Today I draw the first line.

It’s not a pretty line. It’s shaky. Uncertain. But it’s forward.

The Numbers

I’m putting these here because I can’t hide from them. And neither should you.

These numbers will change. That’s the point.

A Zwift Ride sits in my pain cave now.

It’s not a shrine. It’s a tool. A weapon against the person I was yesterday.

The room is small. Dark. Perfect.

When you can’t go outside, you build your own mountain inside.

Aurora Gravel Portugal 2026.

320 days from now, I’ll either be at that start line or I won’t.

There’s no plan B.

Because this isn’t about me. It’s about the transformation.

You don’t need to see my face. You need to see the numbers change. The suffering. The progress.

A sketch doesn’t need a signature to be real.

Tomorrow, the Zwift Ride spins for the first time.

Today, I just sit with the weight of what I’m about to do.

365 days of choosing pain over comfort.

Sketches before masterpieces.

Let’s draw.