Soon, I will be exchanging long days of quiet winter riding for the chaos of the early season klassiekers. Training more and more in recent weeks, I’ve been steadily bringing myself into shape with longer rides out in the cold, grey forests of the region. It is nice to be able to enjoy the odd stop for coffee and appeltaart to fuel the next hours of training but March has arrived and with March come the first races. Always brutal, there is no mercy when racing in springtime. I expect to take a good kicking at first but should find my legs before too long. My schedule is still a bit up in the air but I cannot wait to turn my pedals in anger.