Absence of pain

Our beautiful apricot tree, this spring morning

Well spring has sprung in more ways than one in Melbourne. Glorious weather to cycle to your hearts content. Or in my case, to actually return to cycling. Oh, isn't this a cycling blog, all about pedallys and wondrous people-moving devices? Well, yes. Why is one is such a ebullient mood? Simple.

For literally the first time in almost 20 years I'm virtually free of the debilitating pain that's severely impinged my quality of life. As alluded to in a previous post, the surgery was a success and I am recovering faster than expected. Brilliant. Wonderful. Spendiferous. And various other descriptive words.

For all the trivial shite the media, and unfortunately, other people, love to project onto us, happiness and peace of mind lies within. Pas besoin de grill: l'enfer, c'est les autres. Yeah, ok, I'm clumsily "waxing lyrical". But why not, huh? Experiencing the absence of pain is a bizarrely surreal thing after all the years you've overcompensated and minimised for it. Long may it last.

Now I'll ride my bike. More often.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! ***Jumps around and does silly dance ***