I mentioned last month that we had a power cut and ended up getting slightly inebriated as a result.
Well, whilst chatting to my neighbour, Frank, that night, warming tumbler of JD in hand, he said that he would be doing the British Heart Foundation London to Brighton Bike Ride again this year – having done it for the first time last year.
Now, I’ve done the London to Brighton ride a couple of times in the past and really enjoyed it. In fact, I used to really enjoy cycling and did a quite a bit when I was younger and fitter. I was actually quite good. The Bradley Wiggins of my day.
But anyway, I stopped cycling about twenty years ago, just after I’d done the last London to Brighton, when my knees started playing up.
In recent years though, I’ve often found myself thinking about starting to ride again. Especially now that the kids have their own bikes – it’d be nice to go on some family rides in the Summer. And it’d probably help to get my fitness level up a tad.
And so, in my somewhat intoxicated state, I readily agreed to join Frank and his team-mates on the ride.
I’ve signed up. I’ve paid my registration fee. It’s going to happen. In June. On Father’s Day.
Now I just need to get myself a bike.
That’ll help a lot.