I start to pedal, anticipating the ride ahead. My mind is quiet. I chat on the climb, everything is normal and I have no anxiety or worry, I’m just happy to be out on my bike. It’s a bit like Russian Roulette, I never know whether fear is going to take over, or if I’ll be able to escape its grasp. I’m not a particularly new rider, and aside from the year I took out from riding, I’ve been mountain biking since 2012. I ride as much as other life stuff allows, sometimes riding a lot, other times squeezing in......