Exercising our rights to a proper physical education

As a rule, I don’t believe in harbouring regrets, but it’s a damned hard rule to follow.

Fortunately, I don’t tend to dwell on the big things in life. It’s the more trivial matters that bug me. About five years ago, I discovered the joy of the bike. And if I had to live my life over again, I wouldn’t wait so long before realising the pleasure of two wheels and the open road.

The cynics have already labelled me as yet another MAMIL (Middle-Aged Man In Lycra). I have no defence. My only response is: ‘Guilty as charged, but can we compromise and make it, MIL?’ But faced with the choice of spending a Saturday morning in lycra or a shopping centre, I’ll gladly choose the former.