There are a couple of things in life I never envisioned myself doing. One of them is going on an adventure holiday. Like a lot of Irish people, I’ve traditionally leaned towards a beach or city break. You see, I’ve always been the not-sporty kind, the girl who “forgot” her runners the day of the beep test in PE and who can trip over her own feet walking on flat ground.
Yet, I find myself on a bike in the Austrian Alps, into my third hour of cycling, a burning pain in my thighs (and bum). Oddly, I’m enjoying myself.