When you tell a friend, that you're going for a 24-hour bike race and that solo, the first reaction is usually disbelief. That then rapidly fades away and gets replaced by a mere "how are you gonna do that?"

Yes, how. Yes me.

I am working on it, against all odds. I prioritize and train; organize and get the most of the time which is left to me after work and family obligations. I got 168 hours per week and I need at least 20 of those hours to get in good shape. I know, it'll be damn hard, but at least I'm gonna give it a try.

8 months to go. For the last few weeks I've been training every single day and it seems still not enough. Honestly, it's not even close.

Mountain biking is not my job. It's a hobby. I keep asking myself, what kind of a hobby is that, once you allocate 20 hours or more of your week's time, cut your sleep and sacrifice the rest for one single purpose, which irritates people and even causes laughter among your friends and family? I must be mad, but I love this sport, I love outdoors. Mountain biking has become my "lifestyle" about 6 years ago and I still enjoy every ride like the very first time.

I pray everyday for good weather, though bad weather doesn't keep me from going out for a ride. I wish I had more time to ride, more time to travel for riding. I wish we lived in Spain, where the weather is always nice. I wish, it didn't rain so much here.

It was today yet another cold and snowy winter day, the first day of the year. I even didn't sit this one out. A short ride it was, 2 hours of playing in the woods with my bike. Outside, that's where I reign and roam, it's my hood.

The forecast says, it'll snow the next few days and it'll get colder. Rough! But once when you're in such deep shit (as willingly as I was to put myself into), nothing would really change your game, even the filthiest weather.

Only 8 months left and in BTO's words, you ain't seen nothing yet!