As I usually warn the reader in the opening paragraph about the effects of my coffee, I suppose I should warn you all this time that I have none. I am clean, test me for drug levels and you should find nothing unusual (I think that was just normal salt I had in my lunch). You may also tell that I type this in the afternoon, after lunch, not my usual evening coffee slot. 'The reason?' I hear you all ask, is that I realise that I owe y'all a post. I would type this normally in the evening, but there is a very very very VERY important Arsenal match this evening in the mighty Carling Cup. I have realised the need to prioritise, so have. Arsenal are more important than you lot.
Still, coffee is needed. Coffee is got, continuation begins. Sorry, I realise that it must sound like I am manically addicted, I am not. 1 or two, three is an extreme, per day. Anyway, believe it or not, I feel very little pressure currently. Although reaching the century for views of this page, I continue to type rubbish and people read it. There will be a prize for the extremely lucky 100th viewer. Naaah, of course not. No, sorry, there WILL be prize from myself. I'm lying of course.....but.......
No, the truth is I have no idea who has visited my page (probably about 50 hits are from myself, checking numbers).
I went to the gym this morning and re-recognised the joy that I get, and always have done, from testing myself. It was always fun as a cyclist to set yourself an attainable target, speed, time, competition (whatever), and then try and better yourself. You cannot attempt to beat other people's record because they would fit under different laws of physics, equipment, nutrition, weather, habitat, and endless more. This is why only true fun can be found in beating your own records. Watching yourself improve in a certain discipline always provides joy. No-one loses. I am now just sensing the ability to partly explain my love for cycling. It is a very individual sport. You don't rely on anyone else essentially, it is just you. I do love team sports as well, but a well-managed team that lives as one unit, works as one body, is much harder to find. Watching a well drilled team is a spectacle. Tonight in the cup.
Welcome to my blog. It varies how regular I write posts here. I sustained a 'Traumatic Acquired Brain Injury', and a six month coma from a 'road traffic accident' whilst cycling, in October 2006. I spent the following 4 years (22-26yrs old), in a combination of hospitals and rehabilitation homes. Now, I have been living independently in Surbiton, England since October 2010. This blog begun life in December 2010, as i realised that there are many people worldwide that i want to share experiences with. I know that, as a wheelchair user, I am obviously not as mobile as i wish, so, use the internet to connect to you. I enjoy letting my thoughts represent through type. I type honestly. As numerous readers, as well as email recipients, will understand, I find typing to be very therapeutic. Thank you :)
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