Sadly, I don't take my own advice.
It has been quite a busy few days. On Friday I payed a flying visit to Cornwall to catch up with my niece before she turned two. Saturday saw me tackle some wedding bits, complete some housework, cook and fit in a small gym session with my friend Timi.
On Saturday night we decided to blow off some steam.
I don't know if this is a sensible thing or a stupid thing but we ended up playing drinking games with wine.
I know.
It's stupid.
The WTB and I didn't stumble home too late but, come the morning, the mild hangover and the extreme Thai Red Bull were having an influence on our mental state. It was cold. My head ached. Dehydration had it.
Really, it was the perfect condition to start my bike riding quest.
After struggling down to the bike store, Monty was brought up, the saddle changed (to something a little more forgiving) and I was ready for my debut scoot-weeeeee-balance session.
You know what? It was fine.
I'm not saying that within a couple of days I should be up and running but, in the words of the WTB, my balance was better than expected.
It really was fine. I can keep my legs off the floor for a bit so that's given me a bit of confidence.
Monty is a bit of a beast so I also had a go on Diana, the WTB's Dawes (see what we did there? I told you I like to name things).
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| Diana and Monty – together at last |
Diana is a bit smaller, bit lighter and I find it easy to get my leg over with her...
Ahem
We did about and hour and while I still had some mental blocks – at one point I just couldn't get moving – I had, and this is the good part, fun.
I know it'll be a challenge, I know it'll get harder, but I could get used to this.
So next time you're hungover, dragging your body around and not making much sense, try learning a new skill.
Pick up a trombone and give it a play.
Write that novel.
Learn to juggle.
You'll be surprised how good it makes you feel.
Or just go for a fry-up.
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