The last two years has seen a distinct decline in my coordination and general physical ability…
I can still lift prodigious weights, but not as quickly, and not as often…
My limbs are reluctantly cooperative, but tend to unpredictability with little respect for the fragile world around them, and they keep dropping stuff…
Walking unaided is becoming increasingly difficult and I notice I avoid it if possible. This is unfortunate, but I’ve walked up and over all the highest bits of the U.K. (and crawled through a lot of it’s deepest dark, cold, and wet bits) so don’t feel as if I’m missing anything I haven’t experienced already…
Running is now, thankfully, out of the question. I never liked running and only did it so I could be self-righteous in the company of the slovenly…
But cycling…
I’ve had a long relationship with cycling… I’ve worked in the industry, competed, built countless examples, injected testosterone into… err, and cycling seems to be paying me back…
The moment I’m on my bike and rolling, I’ve two gyroscopic elements holding me up that mean I don’t have to continually worry about doing it myself. I feel “propped up” and comfortable…
I’ve long since abandoned the exotic dream machines I used to build and ride and have two 3speed machines… One, a custom I built myself (based on the Path Racers of the 1930’s) and the other, a Raleigh Chiltern Gents Sports Cycle which I restored after it had been hidden in a shed for 15yrs… sidenote: quite sad really as the guy who gave it to me had hoped it may help him combat Parkinson’s, but it didn’t.
in exercise terms cycling is the best use of any available energy I have and one massive advantage of the Baclofen I take is I don’t get the horrid cramp I used to get because I was too lazy to stretch out the accumulated lactic acid in my muscles… WIN.!
Anyway, basically cycling is great…