Anyhoo, after being that badly scarred, I took to my bike for the next 12 years. I biked to uni, I biked to holiday jobs, I biked to friends houses, boyfriends houses. I biked in the morning and at night. And when I got myself a husband I also got myself a drivers licence and a mountain bike, and took to the tracks like a woman possessed, until I lost both my husband and my nerve for steep, rocky tracks. A new life, a new husband, three kids and a big SUV, my old rusty mountain bike came along for the ride. And when my husband discovered a passion for mountain biking, I sighed and gave it a short half hearted attempt, before I decided I would rather run the tracks than ride them.
Yet when a passion for mountain biking evolved to road riding for my husband, I signed up with him, imagining a retirement of biking holidays and a future "thing" that wasn't as sedentary as golf. But I didn't feel quite as at home on skinny tyres and cleets and narrow handle bars, but I kept going, and discovered that once I got going, 200 metres up the road I was in love with the feel of riding again. A marathon got in the way of any riding and my encouraging biking buddies stopped asking me out, because they'd heard the excuses. Yes they knew I was nervous, yes they knew I didn't like the clip on shoe thingees, and yes they knew I was scared of the Wakehurst Parkway. But surely I could just get over myself rather than making excuses. My words, not theirs.
A revelation came unhappily to me recently - I have to learn how to ride my road bike again - shit happens. I will do it.
But then I had a good revelation - you see, all I want to do is ride, I like riding, I feel fearless, and fast, and free, and young again. So I've asked for a second bike for my birthday, one without clips, with slightly wider handle bars, slightly less skinny tyres. And not one that will look fierce or that I can throw myself down mountains on...
....but one that I can do this on.
Because that's all I really want to do.
What have you stopped doing that you really want to do again? It's not too late ....