I hit a bit of a low spot just before Christmas. The lumps in my breast had grown, my medication was being changed, I was in a flurry of tests and reviews and assessments, and feeling very pessimistic.
Then my friend, Golden Girl, persuaded me to sign up for a sponsored bike ride. It’s in aid of our local children’s hospices, and involves cycling 210 miles over 3 days.
I’m kind of glad I’m doing it, and kind of terrified.
But what I will admit, right here, right now, is that ever since I started training for it, the weather has been awful. Cold, wet, rainy, muddy, sleety, haily. Floods. High winds. Horror show stuff.
And, without wanting to give the impression that the world revolves around me, I am happy at this point to step up to the mark, accept personal responsibility for the horrible winter we are having, and apologise to anyone who has been directly or indirectly affected by it.
Just think of me, trying to clock up my 2 hours of hilly (chilly) cycling this weekend.