Revenge of the Couch Potato

So I finally decided to do it.  There's only so many times I can sit on the couch and watch the kids go out on their bikes with their dad.  Plus, August means two boy birthdays - and both required bikes, so I've become Halfords best customer.   Three days after I bought their bikes I went back - to buy one for myself.

Now, that may not sound like much.  But the last time I was on a bike it was called a Hercules and I was 13.  And I've never ridden a bike with gears before.  I mean, GEARS??  Why on earth does a bike need gears? You get on.  You peddle.  That's it.  What's the big deal.

Heaven help Halfords best salesman.  The colour drained from his face really quickly when he realised the magnitude of the job ahead of him.  He made me cycle around the car park three times, desparately trying to explain gears to me, before letting me cycle home.

And by the time I got home I had to lie down.  I kid you not.  My legs were shaking.

So, now this is me.

Out today on the bikes with the kids.

And shortly after this picture was taken?  I got a puncture.  I kid you not.  I cycled my whole childhood without one puncture. 

So my bike is currently in Halfords getting fixed - after I purchased the years care plan of course!