I went cycling and hated it, but realised that it's all just part of the process

Mountains with a photo over the top of two women on bikes.

It was running through my head on the sixth faux-downhill I came to last week in the Betws-y-Coed woods: "I hate cycling, I hate cycling, I hate cycling."

I’ve long-since abandoned the Christmas guilt-trip, and allowed myself to fully embrace the copious amounts of roasted spuds, cheese and chocolate goodies on offer over the festive period. For the last week in December, permission was well and truly granted to kick back, relax and complete my book of Sudoku.