Mine is a bit vague, but going from being a very inactive person, via bollocksing my leg completely and going through a long spell of recovery and depression, then bollocksing the same leg again, and more recovery and worse depression… then getting on my forgotten, 15-year-old pushbike one day just for a little exercise as I couldn’t walk more than about half a mile at a time… and riding round the block once and almost collapsing, then one day managed it twice, then eventually made it to the top of the big hill and saw the view on the other side… And somehow ending up a few years later of reasonably sound mind and body, riding every week, racing xc and occasionally downhill…
That’s fantastic druidh really envious as I’m just past 50 and no where near able to retire
He rubs it in by not looking or acting much like a 50-year-old.