The other day I commented on someone's nice tyres and they immediately had a puncture. Then I mentioned the nice weather and it immediately started to rain. I probably shouldn't say anything about my health, other than that I didn't fall apart at 40 ...or 45 ....or 50.
Went through a period of incredible stress between about 2006 and 2012 while working full time and having eldercare responsibilities (along with my wife) both for my mum and for her parents. Being a 21 stone middle-aged man, stressed both at home and at work, I knew I had to do something before I had a heart attack, and I really started cycling seriously at the start of 2009.
I'm still 19.5 stone, but feel as fit as I have ever been, and it is all down to cycling. OK, so at 54 I might now be bald and grey, and I've started to rely on reading glasses, but I really can't complain. I think I am something of a mystery to my GP (who I think I've only seen about 3 times in the last 10 years), as he seems to have no idea what I should weigh. Apparently I was off the graph in both axes when he tried to work out my ideal weight a few years ago and was 20+ stone and 6'6"...! I like to think of myself as being built like Jonah Lomu, rather than as 2 Jocky Wilsons on top of each other.
I shall just count my blessings and carry on cycling for as long as I can. Best wishes and good luck to those of you who have not been so fortunate. Some of you have been an inspiration to me over the last few months since I joined Cyclechat, and i wish you all well.