A few weeks ago my grand-daughter visited. She wanted to race down the garden on her old push-along, a bit small for her now, but I was the only person available. And so I attempted to run. I took 10 seconds and she took 7 seconds. Quite hard, and it felt very prancey as opposed to proper running. Following the success of that she wanted more, of course, and another eight followed. That did me in. Then a couple of days later and following the success of that, I thought that I must takne another risk and try the bike; despite my ongoing balance issues, I am told by others that it is improving. So 0.7 miles followed on my wife’s female bike with the lowered crossbar. Starting off fast enough is tricky. I tried a bit further the following day, but ended up on my back, facing down an embankment and bleeding, with the bike on top of me. “Have you fallen off” asked a young cyclist - oh yes, I do this for fun and it’s a beautiful sky, I didn’t reply but I thought it. Yes, I am dangerous to myself and to others, and I certainly don’t go fast and am a bit wobbly, but at long last I am doing it. I have managed 1.5 miles now. The trike is still used, though, as part of my BDNF generation.
So there is a little progress.