The end of the road?

[Pblakeney]

I reckon I must just be lucky. I've cycled all my life and I couldn't pack in if I tried. Every ride, even at 69, is an adventure and I hope that never changes. Besides, the wife says if I didn't cycle I'd have nothing to moan about 😉

Your wife just wants rid of you for a few hours at a time.

 

[steveindenmark]

I was out yesterday for the first time in 4 months. But my new allotment has taken my time.

But gardening is slowing down and so I got the Koga WT out. Give it a good clean and oil and made sure all the toolkit, lights and spares were on it and went for a 15km ride in the sun. I have 4 more to clean, oil and tool up this week. I like to just grab it and go. So they all have individual tool Kits and lights.

I have cleared out the shed and so I have loads of room to service them.

 

[All uphill]

I hear you. I'm naturally conservative/cautious so tend not to take risks. The fatigue I'm feeling, or rather for the period of time that I've felt it, is concerning. I have spoken to my doc but the standard range of blood tests revealed nothing (other than slightly elevated cholesterol which is, I suspect, due to my reduced activity levels) I had a heart scare a few years back (I was misdiagnosed) but it may well still be lurking, at the back of my mind, as a concern.

Did you get the ebike because of the heart problems?

I did, and it's great.

I also had a misdiagnosis. I reported huge fatigue back in March and a heart murmur was spotted by my GP. A CT scan led to a diagnosis, confirmed in writing by the cardiologist, of an unusual condition that could result in me dropping dead anytime, as my father did at 65 years. A few months later I got a phone call to tell me it was a mistake, and nothing to worry about. FFS.

 

[classic33]

I did, and it's great.

I also had a misdiagnosis. I reported huge fatigue back in March and a heart murmur was spotted by my GP. A CT scan led to a diagnosis, confirmed in writing by the cardiologist, of an unusual condition that could result in me dropping dead anytime, as my father did at 65 years. A few months later I got a phone call to tell me it was a mistake, and nothing to worry about. FFS.

Being told you've got something that puts a stop to what you were doing can't be nice. Especially when it's later said to be wrong.
For a while you're left wondering, on your own, if the initial diagnosis was right and the second was wrong. Then you decide "what the hell!" and carry on as close to normal as you can.

Yello, don't just give up is about the only advice I can offer. Fight it if at all possible, maybe doing less than you did before, but doing something.