It's 7am on a cold, wet and still dark Saturday morning. I am sitting in my car outside a coffee shop waiting for a bunch of riders I don't know to show up and go for a ride with me.
The riders start to arrive and my nerves are really starting to kick in... I am heading out onto the roads with people I don't know and my feet are stuck in the pedals... 'Please don't let me fall off...Please don't let me fall off'.. I crash into another rider in the carpark not 2 mins into the ride... Nothing serious... but really I am the newbie... He should have stayed right away from me.. Or perhaps I need 'L' plates... I'm not sure.
Out onto the open road, away from the centre of town, away from the cars.. and the scenery is beautiful (not that I look at much... too busy watching out for stuff that will break Stella) Cows in the fields.. frost on the grass... Smoke gently rising from the chimneys... a light shower... Someone tell me again why I am freezing my toes, finges and quite frankly the rest of me... Apparently this is fun... All I can say is I survived.. We travelled 50kms.. and at the end of it I still had a smile on my face.. Must be something in that..
Afterwards during the coffee and cake part of the morning a lovely lady in the group proceeds to tell me that all my exercising is my version of a mid life crisis.. Is that it... am I having a midlife crisis..?
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