It’s good. I am happy about it.
I had to stop for a while. The doctors kept throwing around words like “chronic fatigue” and “blood tests” and, in one infuriating case, “perhaps it could be mental”. That one annoyed me. Anyway, I digress.
I moved to a large town in Surrey in 2013 in order to spend more time riding bikes, and quickly found myself unable to, due to being in both pain and tears for weeks after every ride. I did not even touch a bicycle for the entirety of 2016. I started to wonder what I was for, if it wasn’t for being out in the hills enjoying myself. I simply didn’t know how to define myself with mountain biking not in my life.
This year, since early spring, I have been managing to ride again. Practically every weekend. I’ve even been away to FoD for a riotous uplift day.
I discovered early this year that I suffer from a couple of genetic mutations related to the folate cycle, which mean that at a very low level, my cells just don’t work effectively. And I’m especially unlucky to have two (Actually several more than that, but there are two major ones). Just one would be unfortunate but manageable. These two interact together to royally **** me up. Looking back, I’ve been slowing down and getting less healthy for at least 10 years. I could never understand how people could ride for 2 days in a row – convincing myself that I just needed to get fitter. That was an error.
But now, with a careful mix of pacing myself, good recovery, several very focused vitamin supplements, and a heavy helping of realism and acceptance, I am riding my bike again. It really is amazing. It makes me happy, it relaxes me, and it gives me something by which to define myself. The first ride I did in March this year was 8km long. I did about 150m of climbing. I was exhausted. But when I got back home, it was like an enormous weight had been lifted from me. I felt physically lighter. These days I manage about 20km with upwards of 600m of climbing. I have to give myself a week to recover, but it’s worth it.
So, in short. Bikes are good. Not riding them made me sad. Now I am, if not completely recovered, at least happier.