So, something happened to me this morning. Is it normal for someone to stumble out of bed, wobbly and full of cold, weave to the shower and emerge thinking ‘I’m going to cycle the London to Brighton charity ride’? I don’t even own a bicycle. It is six years since I last used two wheeled transport (without the aid of 112bhp anyhow). Over the last few days I’ve been taking longer to get out of a chair than I’d like to admit and the stairs have morphed into Everest, but somewhere this ever confused mind of mine has got the idea that I can cycle 54 miles.
I have seen and read some very inspirational stories lately of MSers running marathons and doing all sorts of exhausting challenges , and I suppose the rational (if there is any!) behind my thinking, is if they can do it, then at the moment, so can I.
Also, the last few months have been such a rollercoaster, I reckon giving myself something to work towards will help the mind focus, and keep everything as positive as possible.
Maybe tomorrow I shall wake up back in reality, and realise that I’m a relatively unhealthy ex smoker who counts orange squash as one of her five a day (joke!). But it will be too late, I’ve booked it! Now to find a bike…
Another part of my reasoning, is I’d quite like to do it for an MS related charity, perhaps the MS Society? The help, support and dozens of booklets and guides I have receieved lately has been incredible, and maybe this will go a little way to saying thank you.
Now I’m going for a lie down before I do something else crazy