Middle aged woman on a bike
Over the last few weeks I’ve been starting to find joy in taking my bike off the tarmac and onto trails and lesser ridden tracks. Not much for now, but it always makes me smile. I think it’s the long forgotten mountain biker in me. Now I’m really not looking to get back into mountain biking (yet), but gravel and trail riding does appeal in bucket loads.
It’s now around 3 weeks since the rollercoaster of LEJOGLE came to an end, and my range of thoughts and emotions since have also had lots of peaks and troughs. On the last day, to say I was struggling was an understatement. On Day 10, and getting over the Severn Bridge, I knew that I had just over 200 miles to go....
As someone who has tended to lack a certain amount of self confidence in her abilities on a bike, I now barely recognise the person that I am becoming. If you’ve followed my blog, you might be a bit surprised by this. So let me explain myself. What I do possess is a ballsy determination.....
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be good at something. When I say good I mean really good. I've wondered what it would be like to be one of life's winners, as that's never been me.
Today is the day I sail to the Netherlands, for the biggest ride of my life.....except it’s not. No passenger ships are sailing, there is no race in the Netherlands or anywhere. I thought I was ok with this.....
Everything's changed now!
In just 3 weeks, the way the world works has changed beyond recognition.
To be fair, we missed the first signs in Wuhan in China at the end of December 2019....
Ok, ok, so why the CV-19 history lesson?
Well, this now affects every part of our lives. Almost every sporting event or leisure adventure around the world has been cancelled....