I was made redundant about a fortnight ago but I'm hopefull about getting another job.
I've been out riding as well as applying for jobs over the last few weeks, on my MTB and road bike.
I went out on a road ride this morning with a good mate of mine who has been diagnosed with Idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, he was a bloody good cyclist, LEJOG, the Fred and The Dragon last year as well as MTB races but for the last 6 months this guy could barely walk across the room without getting out of breath. He has about 18 months on the drugs that he's taking before he needs a lung transplant. But this morning he rode with us to the usual Sunday coffee stop, it took us longer than usual, he had to stop 3 times to get his breath back. All that effort paid off, it was great to be sitting there eating cake, drinking coffee and talking shit like we used to.
What a great day, I admire his determination and wouldn't have missed this ride for anything, though on the way back when it was pissing down and he was getting a lift back with another friend, they did shout and wave as they passed.
Life isn't all bad.