I went quadbiking yesterday and I didn?t die. Ta da. I know ED is full of James Bond types who think nothing of throwing themselves out of aeroplanes and such but ?? I just want to say that I was very frightened but I did it anyway and I didn?t complain. I?ve steered today?s water-cooler moments towards ?what we did at the weekend? so I could slip it in and be all nonchalant but that?s been time consuming and random so I thought I would just start a thread. Besides, I?m not sure anyone believes me and I've been getting "looks". I'm nobody's idea of action woman and the nearest I get to an actual adrenaline rush is Selfridges on a Saturday afternoon. I?ll still readily throw myself into a mosh pit but I?m so out of there if anything kicks off. It was (for me) a bizarre choice of Sunday morning pursuits but that?s the point. My bitches had been laughing at me ? to my face (I can totally slate them as they don?t know about the Forum) so at all costs I wanted to fight my way out of their pigeon hole. I suggested qadbiking to them as an alternative to a day at the spa. The bitches wouldn?t bite so I took one of their husbands with me instead. It?s actually rather dangerous you know. I physically shook in my wellies as the leader talked us through safety, explained that the waterlogged terrain was the most dangerous they had ever known, and handed out vile green waterproof overall jobbies. I have no plans for anything further ? although I have had a text saying ?what?s next, parachuting in heels??. Fekkers.