Cycling up Norton Summit in Adelaide after two weeks off the bike makes me want to throw up. Should I quit cycling? What’s my excuse?
Often, I find myself in apathy-land, without even realising how I got there. Everything’s a Sunday drive in the sunshine until the clouds roll in and I’ve lost my way. Suddenly I’m swerving around like a crazy lady trying to figure out where the hell I am. Where did I take a wrong turn?
And why do I just not care anymore?