When you describe things from the past, I’m often met with:
“Were you mad?” I’d done a fair amount of mountain climbing (in the winter), long distance cycling and a ridiculous amount of walking. I’m often blase in my response but when I think about these two and a half years of commuting, I know it was truly mad. As mad as the mad hatter’s eccentric aunt.
Of course, London has lots of great places and great people. This just describes my reactions to being constantly stuck in a car in the same places.
It ended when I knew the beast was getting serious. But MS or not, I’m so glad I stopped the mad journey.
Best wishes, Steve.