After having such an abysmal few months I decided I must get myself back on the bike. I need cycling as an outlet for releasing my stresses/frustrations and after putting half a stone back on I knew I had to get back on the saddle.
So on Saturday I decided that I must ride. I'm not particularly a fan of riding alone so I invited my mother along, telling her we would ride slowly (as she has barely ridden her bike since May - she has been on sick leave on and off for the last 12mths).
So we went out for a pootle around the local area. We had done just under 2 miles when she said she needed to stop. She felt faint! (12mths ago she started fainting/blacking-out regularly, but as she hadn't fainted in so long I'd almost forgotten and had tried to stop worrying about it.)
She slumped over her bike for a few moments and when she started talking again it was all drivel; she was extremely disorientated! After a few more minutes, she said she was OK to carry on home. She didn't look well though and I really wasn't happy about her even walking home, as the roads were winding, narrow, wet and busy. I decided to phone her next door neighbour to see if she would come and collect her as we were only just over half a mile from home. I couldn't think of any other option; both Mikey and my Auntie were at work and apart from calling an ambulance, there was nothing else I could think of. She would've killed me if I'd called an ambulance - she still hasn't forgiven her nursing colleagues, for calling one the first time she blacked out. Thankfully I caught her neighbour just as she was walking out the door to go Xmas shopping and she agreed to come to our rescue and take my Mum home.
Phewph! Within 5 minutes, my Mum was safely in her neighbours car. I was very relieved; despite me now having two bikes to get home! It was treacherous. The road was a steep downhill covered in mud and leaves, making it very tricky to negotiate with cleats and two bikes that wanted to go down the hill faster than me. At least I didn't have to worry about my Mum trying to get her bike down this. ;-)
After dropping my bike at home, I rode Mum's back to hers - my goodness how she rides that thing I don't know; it felt like a tank and the flat pedals were a nightmare. ;-) Anyway, when I got there, she seemed OK again, a little drowsy, but back to her usual self.
I would have liked to do a few more miles that day, but as I wanted to make sure she was alright, I spent the rest of the day with her; watching TV and playing table tennis, before heading home.
Ah well, at least I still had Sunday to get some miles in.