I wish to pay homage to cycling. At 40, I had a bit of a paunch and decided that I wasn't getting any younger, so decided not to use the tube, in favour of cycling my two-stops-each-way instead. It took me a few years, but actually that short distance really helped with weight loss. So much that I rapidly dropped clothes sizes.
I reached the point, on a Friday afternoon, when I would miss not riding the bike at weekends. So, I bought a bike to use at home - a road bike, which is constrained to proper roads, but is good for speed and distance. This led to even longer rides still. It was not unusual for me to cover 300km/month - 200 miles? - on my bike. Mostly this was probably no more than a 50km/30mi radius from home, although I also took the bike on the ferry over to France for short breaks, and used to regularly put the bike on the rack when we went on holiday. In that manner, I cycled not just in France but also Luxembourg, Germany, Holland and Belgium. As you might imagine, starting at 40, I was never particularly a brilliant cyclist, but my enthusiasm was there.
I'd always quite liked professional cycle racing, but as somebody who was now a cyclist myself, I took a greater interest. I took days off from work to watch a few Tours of Britain, and even headed over to France a few times to watch Le Tour - I remember one year I flew the whole family out there for a few days so we could see a stage in the Pyrenees (the last time I flew). I loved track racing - passed all the training levels at my local track, Calshot, although they seemed only to want to train people for competition, which never really interested me - but I also went to meetings over in Flanders in Belgium - hallowed turf, the home of the sport. There was definitely something special about standing watching a race from the middle of a cycle track, with thousands of other peoplea a beer in one hand and a sausage in the other. And the professionals get up such a speed - in the region of 50 mph in some races - that each lap of the track is only 25s or so.
It turns out that stroke is a lot like cycling. When climbing a hill, for example, you've given your all, you're running on empty, but there is no alternative other than to keep going. Stopping isn't really an option, because you know you'll never get going again. Even over time, you'll get faster on a climb but you'll never stop giving 100%. You develop an attitude to keep going - in a large part, it really is a state of mind rather than anything physical. There is no "can't", there is only sweat and effort as you "do".
To a large extent stroke is similar. It can be, anyway. You can say "can't", you can spend all day every day in bed, but really, what is the point in doing that? You might as well just say your goodbyes and trot off. Especially somebody like me - the meds I take would do the job nicely, if I took enough of them. But, of course, I keep going. I climb that hill every day, just because that's my nature. And I do my charity stuff. I'm not sure how much I'm appreciated by stroke survivors - I know I'd have appreciated speaking to someone like me, but equally I know I'm not typical of survivors - but I know my clients at Age UK appreciate my calls.
Plus, of course, in more specific things. You have to walk a half mile to the end of the road. You try and walk it taking eight breaks instead of twelve, say. You try and make each break last one minute instead of five. And all the while, the lactic acid is building and you calves are screaming for you to stop. When I first started walking (and had recovered enough to even get to the road in the first place) it really was getting from one wooden bench to the next, where I could sit and rest. But, you keep going. And you improve, but like any sportsman, you can't ever get too satisfied, because there is always further to go.
BEFORE YOU START: Please note that although I currently volunteer for both the Stroke Association and Age UK, the views expressed in this blog are strictly my own. I am not a spokesperson for either (or, indeed, for any) organisation, and I accept complete responsibility for the views expressed herein. As indicated by the domain name, I am based in the UK and the blog therefore has a UK bias - I've tried to use the Glossary to explain any ambiguous terms, but if you think there is anything I've missed, please message me.