Yesterday evening, I had to deliver something to a fellow cyclist in Edinburgh. I rang to arrange a time, and mentioned I'd hop on the bike soon.
"Oh, we're at the top of a big hill, could be a problem if you're coming by bike."
"Oh that's okay, I'm not afraid of hills." I replied.
Indeed I did actually enjoy climbing what was a pretty steep incline on the eastern approaches to Arthur's Seat.
It strikes me that I would not have thought this way a couple of years ago. I would have probably dreaded a steep hill climb on a utility journey in fact. Now I actually enjoy it.
What's going on here? Cycling appears to have changed my outlook, but which bit of cycling? The pootley commuting part? No, probably not. The schlepping kids around the place bit? Maybe, a little (good resistance training). The cycle touring part? Possibly. The audax bit? Aha. Could be...
There's an accumulation here, a snowballing of just more and more cycling, which reaches a certain stage and.....you're hooked on just the act of cycling itself. Is that a bit strange? Perhaps. It's also fun.