To mark the Rapha women's 100 last year I rode 100 miles with a very dear friend and a group of other amazing women along with some awesome support from some blokes from their cycling club (Tamworth RCC) we made the local paper (the Tamworth Gazette) by virtue of the very large amount of money… Continue reading We ride together- climbing and smiling
The Rapha Festive 500km challenge this year attracted a whopping 82,389 participants globally 5487 of them were women. 1401 women completed the challenge. I was one of them.......no. 1159 in fact! Sat in the village pub over the "festive" period my oldest friend explained to his lovely wife, my husband and my brother in law… Continue reading Watching my feet go round (no more)
24th July:Chantilly - Paris Champs Elysees 113km this is the final stage of this years Tour and this morning I rode (yep me) further than that! 130km done by lunch time! This is a Tour de Force (feat) for me! I have watched the Tour de France for 25 years ........by virtue of the fact… Continue reading Le “Tour de force”
Warning there are numerous mentions of my arse in this blog ....however there are also plenty of references to dungarees, flat shoes, bikes, snot and clumsiness. On my birthday I landed on my face, it hit the pavement and since then I have been using the excuse "I have a head injury" to explain all… Continue reading Arse about Face.
12 years ago tonight I gave birth to Moo. There was no selfies, Instagram,Facebook, Twitter, or memory sharing facility so on this day none of my social media prompts me to "time hop" It was a time before cutie pregnancy pictures (I think there exists 1 picture of each of my pregnancies) no baby showers… Continue reading And then there was Moo…..5hrs 47 mins
I can pinpoint exactly when I developed my fear of the start line, I was 5 it was sports day I was convinced I would do a false start in the running race. I concentrated so hard I heard the bang of the start gun and I ran. Half way down the track I became… Continue reading Walk me to the line
The furthest I had run between up to the age of 33 was 1500m at school. I am asthmatic (this is no excuse as so is Paula!) The first time I went for a run I managed 11 mins and thought my lungs were on fire. I say I run but it's more like jogging.… Continue reading Queen of slow: running credentials
It started with a text "Your entry to the VLM2014 has been accepted" If I had entered that would have been great news! Having not entered, recovering from a broken arm, and having run 4 miles since Xmas.....my reaction was to get very cross. Then there was a phone call "Boom what the hell have… Continue reading One foot in front of another