Wheels a turnin'

For the first time in a month I felt like the old me, powering past all the other cyclists, thundering along the deserted streets, the little wheels on my fold up bike whirring in the rain.

My body felt good, useful, powerful. My lower lumber is still not right but it's on the way to a better place.....


Another wet grey start but, for me, there is light everywhere as the cogs and wheels all fall back into place!