I thought I’d finished racing for this year but a last minute change of plan and I couldn’t resist the temptation of just one more on Sunday. Problem is I’ve hardly ridden my bike these last few weeks and I ended up with a 3 day hangover after a couple of Christmas parties last week….

On Sunday 18th November I headed to Stourport for my 3rd CX race (and probably last race of my rather short 2018 season).  By now I’m a bit more comfortable with the pre race routine so jumped on the course for a warm up lap as soon as I could. Immediately I felt that familiar wave of…

I admit it, with a house move fully underway I should have been moving boxes, but I figured putting myself in the hurt locker for a bit would do me the world of good, and it did!  I’ve only ridden my brava cross bike once since my first race 2wks prior but I definitely felt…

I don’t know about you but I’ve felt a lot of guilt recently. Guilt for working long hours, guilt for asking my mum to have Lillie so I can go out training and guilt for racing at weekends. It’s tough to know if you’ve got the balance right isn’t it? I’m sure it’s the same…

It’s hard to pick out a pivotal moment when it happened, but it did. I fell in love with cycling. So much so that I fell out of love with running (but that’s for another blog). Cycling is my release. My ‘me’ time. My meditation. My chance to explore. Life can get pretty stressful, right?…