Fat Bloke on a Bike

I feel I need to write again.  Right now I am not only unsure what specifically to write but how to write it.  There is an irksome deep feeling in my soul that will not relent and let me be.  A stirring that should be felt by all of the world.  Like the urge to go to the toilet.  At about 8:45am most days isn't it?   TRUST.  Now there's a word.  An exceptionally important word.  Have you ever thought about it yourself.  Really, how many people are there out there who you would truly entrust your secrets to, your finances, your life!  Me, I recon about as many as I can count on the fingers of one hand which ain't a lot going by the number of people I know.  Without harking on about every one of them and why, let's take for example those to whom we entrust our health.   I've said recently to many folk that I'm thinking of getting a room at the York District Hospital because of the number of times that I've been there lately....

Right.  It's time to get 2025 into gear!   So here we go.  A blog entry covering this years planned ride from Fort William to Edinburgh - the long way - and a bit about my fitness and ability to continue to ride my bike being that I am a fat bloke ploughing on into my 60's! OK.  So am I fit and ready? 1. Regarding my eyes.   Miss Mitrut - the consultant - had clearly told me post my last [and hopefully final!] eye surgery in November NOT to strain for the next month.  That included NO lifting of heavy weights, NO straining on the toilet [I guess], and NO humping of the heavy stuff - and that includes the women folk.  You know, not doing anything that might cause pressure to increase in my head and my eyeball to go POP! like a badly manhandled ripe gooseberry. So, seven days after surgery I go out for a ride on my old Dawes Audax Giro bike.  All I wanted to do was a nice 'n easy 30 mile loop out - mainly on the flat to keep my legs spinni...