MOVING. ON.
I’ve very recently moved house. It wasn’t a particularly straightforward move – we upped sticks and relocated from Manchester to a fairly remote part of southern Scotland, but it’s quiet, friendly and the cycling here is incredible. For a few months before and for a month or so during the moving process (I said it wasn’t straightforward), I hardly rode my bike at all and I certainly wasn’t racing, so at the back of my mind I was thinking about how much fitness I was losing.
You know, thinking about it as though it was important. Which in the grand scheme of things – moving house for a better life, trying not to leave anything behind, trying to make sure that nobody involved in the whole process wasn’t ripping us off, worrying about the kids starting a new school – it’s not that important at all.