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I managed to complete my 103 mile cycle ride last Sunday around Kent, aka The Garden of England, and boy it may as well have been the garden of Eden the way it presented itself to me on a blistering sunny day. 7 hours of cycling, no I didn't count the revolutions of my peddles because the world was presenting itself to me in a most stunning way, riding past orchards, vineyards, sleepy villages, rivers and historic castles; I think there was everything there to make me glow with bliss. That was until I reached the 73 mile mark, when I stopped at a feeding station on the route and realised my legs had turned to jelly. So I ate a handful of jelly babies, and a few salted peanuts, a banana, a litre or 2 of water and boy weren't they delicious... Then off I rode again. Slept like a log, and woke up with my subtle body saying, you need to do a bit more training next time you do something like this again.
So the point is this - I am alive and right now I'm lucky enough to be enjoying it! Hopefully, most people don't have to go to such extremes, but have you had any experiences (and they don't have to be positive) you would care to share, that made you feel like you are alive?