At the end of 2013 I fell off my bicycle and dislocated my shoulder. After that, I dislocated it numerous times and ended up going for surgery in 2016. The experience kept me off my bike for 4 years.
Up until last month, my bike still had the dirt on it from the fall. I hadn’t touched it once since the incident. But I decided to give it another try, and brought it in for a service.
This evening I went on a ride on the promenade while listening to music. The sunset arched over the ocean and the sea breeze blew across me throughout the ride. I cycled gently, meandering through the crowd and paused occasionally to take pictures.
It made me realise how much I used to love cycling. Not for the exercise, but for the sense of freedom. The wind rushing over me, the quick bursts of speed and the momentum carrying me down the hill.
I know I’ll be spending more time on my bike this year. It puts me into such a great space and helps me break free from my worries, if only for a little bit
Image was taken on the peak above Clifton at sunset
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