I was fretting. All this talk of new starts, changes and ways of escape. But what do I actually write about? Well, all in one day, all those ways of escape came together. I’ll try to put some words around it. A Slow Start The day, a Saturday, started cold and icy so no cycling outdoors. Indoors, good for consistent training, building toward the summer and strengthening my noticeably smaller right leg. Then an hour of rest before going for a nice, cold walk. A little ice still around and a full one and a half kilometre round, not bad! That is something after cycling although the last half kilometre…