I won't pretend that there weren't a few moments, usually while I was sat waiting for some procedure or another, when I wished there was someone physically there. Without fail, just as I began to feel sorry for myself, there'd be a text from Elise, or my colleague Kate, or Laura, or Lynne, or Sarah, or Cecilia. I'd come home and tweet about what I'd been doing and there'd be a flurry of supportive messages. This has not been a lonely journey.
I have noticed a change in myself. Once I could ride solo for hours and hours. Come wind, rain, snow, hail, I would be out on my bike, on my own. In recent months I haven't seen the appeal in this. I think my cycling has become far more recreational and sociable. I haven't wanted to be alone.
Yesterday I did exactly that. Sam is off being fabulous on a Rapha Continental shoot in Wales and my other friends are sane, and didn't want to ride in the snow. I wanted to get out into the fresh air. I've been inspired by an amazing rider I met at a CX sportive. She was well into her 50s but whizzed past me on a nasty climb. She beat me by an hour over the length of the course but still came over to chat and be encouraging at the cake hut afterwards.