Today, I did something that I've not done since I was about 10 and went for a whizz round a BMX track. I put on my extra tough helmet, I tucked the right leg of my jeans into my sock and off I pedalled, it was awesome. I'd like to think that I flew round, took the perfect line, caught stacks of air and generally rocked. I doubt that was actually the case but I had a great time no matter what. Fortunately apart from husband of mine who thinks I rock all the time, there were no witnesses to spoil my delusions, the rain seeming to have kept all small boys at home with their Nintendos.