This is happiness:
Racing around Röbäck with Karin and Martin, and feeling like my lungs were on the verge of imploding but just on the verge and that I could do all the hills and manage the rough parts, and just hanging out, and… yay!
Making my sister’s kids ride my bike and seeing their eyes light up with that special spark.
Doing my premier Happy Ride with Simon and MartinOve, and (once again) almost spitting my lungs out up the Arthur Häggblad-hill, twice, and keeping my promise to never use the granny when I’m not on gravel, and then charging down Vedkastarbacken and the fun curvy one, and laughing my heart out, and then celebrating by taking a swim in the river.
I am definitely starting to feel like a very happy hen. Now, I just need to get my ankle steady enough to climb some real mountains 🙂