I used to have zero interest in sport. Then my mid-life crisis hit hard and I decided I had to do some kind of sport. Reluctantly, I gave cycling a go and started commuting to work on my bike. It was like love at first sight - the exhilaration I got from cycling, the sense of flying like a superhero (whilst no doubt looking like a deluded, sweaty, middle-aged woman) was unbelievable. I fell off my bike twice, but didn't care. Because I was in it for life.
I got my bike stolen and got a better, lighter one.
And then I fell off again - this time I was in so much agony I thought I had a broken arm. Still, I persevered - but my love for cycling was replaced by a sense of apprehension. I was acutely aware of how dangerous cycling can be, how much worse things could have been for me if I had fallen on the road rather than in the park, etc.
This morning, I've fallen for a fourth time in the space of 3 years. I'm not sure I want to cycle again for a while and feel this huge sense of loss. The pleasure, the exhilaration, the beautiful superhero delusion - it's all gone. I sound like and idiot and some would say thats because I am. But you know, I don't want to go back to being a couch potato. That's no longer me.
What can I do to stop feeling sorry for myself? Do I just need a more appropriate bike, with more grippy wheels? Can i just replace the wheels? Or do I move onto another sport? I play with the idea of having a personal trainer (the additional bonus being that then I can indulge my mid-life crisis to my hearts content 
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