Who would have thought that riding my bike around Princes Park would be a cause for celebration? I'm like an eight year old who just got her training wheels off.
Gaz kindly adjusted my seat for me yesterday and it seems to have done the trick. I rode my bike for about half an hour this evening (admittedly a very slow six or seven kms ride) and I am at the moment pain free. Fingers crossed that it will last until tomorrow and I won't wake up too hobbly.
In other successes, I managed to wear some very glam patent leather high heel shoes to work today. Gaz can't understand why I'm keen to get back to wearing heels to work - admittedly they are a non-sensical fashion item - but there is something that makes you feel more professional strutting down the hallway with a pile of paperwork in your arms.
Definitely a case of absence makes the heart grow fonder. How I missed you glamourous shoes and bike rides round the park!
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