Oh, Cycling

I don't even have sufficient words to express my joy. Cycling is the bees' knees. More than one bee. Thousands of bees (note the apostrophe). I love the wind rushing through what hair hangs out of my helmet (teal; coincidentally matching my bike), the liberating thrill of the wheels underneath me, the tepid muscle burn just above me inner knees.

It's like my childhood fantasies come alive. The Famous Five on their adventures, on their bikes and with George's dog, Timmy, running alongside them. I feel I can conquer anything when I'm cycling.

It's so much fun.

It doesn't have that cardiovascular burn that could replace running (sadly) so it will have to be a supplement to my existing exercise routine. Or it can just be a relaxing hobby that just so happens to be mildly healthy. I can't believe I went so long without cycling.

I used to cycle a bit in my childhood. Just with my family. Once, we cycled from the city to Fremantle. But then we were all so tired after getting to Fremantle that my dad took a taxi back to the city, drove the car to Fremantle and drove us home. Hardy har har.

The most recent cycling experience of mine is on Rottnest Island when I went with my cousin last summer. But it was so unbearably hot (38C from memory) that I couldn't enjoy it. But cycling in the evenings, just before the sun sets, is so unbelievably relaxing that it may just be my new favourite pastime.

J