Whoever said you never forget how to ride a bike is a lier. Yes, I experienced that glorious moment in my childhood back garden when, stabiliser-less, my Dad finally let go and I didn't fall off. And after that, every weekend I could, I'd be on my bike with cereal box spoke decorations clunking as I went. Some days I pedaled so fast I could've taken on any car, wind in my face and eyes stinging. On others, I cycled for so long my hands would hurt for days. I'd go round and round and round a tiny block of houses near my street and never get bored. I loved riding my bike.
But that was at least two decades ago and now my body seems to have forgotten how to work this piece of machinery. My mind is willing but my legs are stubborn. Despite taking part in a few triathlons and duathlons, I'm terrified of cycling and really struggle to go past pottering speed or up any incline larger than a dropped curb!
For a few months, I've been writing here about my two-wheeled mishaps along with my many other pursuits. But, as a push to really improve my cycling rather than shying away from it, I have started a blog dedicated to all things bike on new website The Cycling Bug. I'll still post the odd update here but you'll be able to read about my (hopeful) trouble with cycling and transformation from wobbly fool to beast on a bike here.