Lovely post in the Nicci French Blog
I just got back from doing the coast-to-coast bike ride, Whitehaven to Tyneside, with my stepson. I do a lot of exercise, regularly, relentlessly, grimly. He doesn’t do much at all, except as a by-product of something else. Over three days of cycling, I was in more pain day by day, and he was in less pain day by day. And now I feel pain in many muscles, joints and tendons, while his body has already forgotten all about it.
The words of the Leonard Cohen song keep coming in to my mind:
“Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey,
I ache in the places where I used to play.”
Beautiful ride, though.