Every now and then the 'not so hot' bits of life have a funny knack of getting in the way of the things I love. Like cycling just for the joy of being on a bike. Not doing it because you have to be the best at it and smash all the goals, or because there are deadlines to be met for a project you've got to work on is something I lost sight of quite badly. When the memory of hopping on the saddle and just cycling the hell out of a weekend with no agenda feels like a distant one, it's time to reassess and re-connect.
Also, when something like a mini-stroke comes along, it forces you to wake the hell up... and to stay woke.