You wait for something to happen all your life and all it takes is one drunken night of bravado to change everything.
And so it was with me. I was at a New Year’s Eve party at a friend’s place. The kids were all merry, the grown-ups relaxing over a couple of glasses of this and that. I got chatting to a friend over a glass of G&T (which, btw, was the best ever). The conversation went something like this:
Her: Do you like to cycle?
Me: Oh, yes! Love it. We cycled on holiday at Center Parcs and absolutely loved it.
Her: How would you like to do a charity cycle ride in the summer?
Me: I’m up for it
Her: 60 miles from Manchester to Blackpool
Me: Isn’t that a bit much?
Her: Oh, don’t worry. You can do it. (This, coming from a keen cyclist)
Me: Alright then. I’m in.
Turns out, she had a similar conversation with three other ladies and a couple of the men. And before we could gather our thoughts on New Year’s Day, we all got a message saying the deed was done!
Our friend had gone and registered all of us for the said 60 mile bike ride. Ten people, some of whom, like M, had no recollection of the conversation from the night before. Five couples, four of whom (I exclude our friend and her husband – they are keen cyclists and were ready to sign up anyway) thought she was having a laugh. No, dead serious.
You can’t do a 60 mile bike ride without a bicycle. So M and I went and got ourselves hybrid bikes in the sales. Great deal at 50% off. And cycling gear that I am waiting to be delivered. I get a thrill from the cold wind freezing against the hot sweat on my brow. But I do not like the idea of numb fingers and toes.
I have been out on my bike a couple of times already, and have loved the surge of adrenaline as it courses through my veins. I love that feeling more than I love chocolate, and that is saying something. It has me well and truly hooked!
The first ride was about 8 miles, the second around 2 (cut short by a lack of suitable gear to combat a drizzle).
As I was saying, you wait for something to happen all your life, and then it does when you least expect it. Who knew I was secretly an adrenaline junkie? Who knew, me, obese and overweight all my life, the butt of fat jokes growing up, had it in me to take on such a challenge?
I am still obese and almost entirely out of shape, but with the will to do what it takes to tackle the challenge that lies ahead.
Bring it on!