Way back in the mists of time, before the invention of the internet and before my terminal ‘lazy’ condition set in, I used to love cycling.
Being blessed as we are living on the doorstep of some wonderful countryside, getting out on a bike is a lovely scenic way of getting fit.
Pre-kids, we used to do a ten mile bike ride (making sure there was a lovely pub at the end of the ride for a spot of Sunday lunch).
However, over the past ten years my poor little bike has laid chained up in an outbuilding, slowly rusting away and crying.
Today though, it’s been liberated from its dark, dank prison and has been stretching its wheels as I took it for a ride.
It’s true, you really DO never forget how to ride a bike.
It’s felt sunshine again, and I’ve remembered what it feels like to actually go out and do some cycling.
(The fact my thighs started to ‘burn’ after venturing 5 minutes down the road is neither here nor there.)
It might have only been practically a 10 minute ride today, but the saying ‘baby steps’ is relevant in my fit state at the minute.
I’ll be back up to the ten mile rides before you know it. Just point me in the direction of the nearest pub to collapse into at the end…