Well as of this morning I have now completed something from my bucket list. I have officially learnt to ride my bike. The last 15 weeks have been totally crazy. What with plenty of spills, cuts, bruises, and everything, wow what an adventure. I bought my first ever bike (and love it to pieces), went Mountain Biking for the first time and promptly wanted to just find somewhere quiet to have an anuerism (as a pilot in a documentary once said) and yet here I am.

Today was the final lesson and I was still trying to do things that I have been doing over and over again, riding up small steep inclines, up and down gutters and also standing up on the bike. Even though I am by no means perfect at all these things, I can keep practicing over and over again for a while, getting used to these things, the more I practice the better I will become.

But it is totally crazy. Something my trainer said this morning I totally agree with. Looking back to that first lesson way back in the carpark at the gym, so many months ago, my trainer had one thought. What the hell has he gotten himself into. He did not even think I could do it, and neither did I really. But you know what, it wouldn’t be the first time I have proven myself wrong.