It's 8:14am and he is late. I know he will still be in his flip flops and I know he was still in the office at 8pm last night and only left home at 10pm when I sent an urgent text saying "Uncle Malcolm thinks we are leaving at 8am......sorry forgot to say! In the… Continue reading Friends like these…..
Bike Life A year ago I left a drawing in the Bike Boss’ garage when I was picking up Lucy (my bike) who lives there whilst I am in Somerset. The title of the drawing was Bike Life and it featured a wibbly wobbly drawing of a bike in the centre surrounded by a list… Continue reading The Cost of a bike life
Peak DistrictI have a confession......I don't like the Peak District! I know, sacrilege for a cyclist to say. It's very pretty don't get me wrong but oh my it hurts my legs, burns my lungs and breaks my heart. It is unfortunately the way to London ....really there must be another way! My first attempt… Continue reading Flaming June
May's training update is a bit different, if you are after the usual updates on snacks and sports drink flavours and funny incidents then you are our of luck this month. Instead May has featured illness, loss and pain. This month the bike Boss lost his Dad. As a reminder me and the Bike Boss… Continue reading God only knows
The 16th of August 2016 is significant in the cycling world as the day that Jason Kenny won Gold in the final of the men's Keirin to join Sir Chris Hoy as the holder of 6 Olympic golds. It was also the day that the Bike Boss and I decided to go on our first… Continue reading Bike Boss and Bob
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)
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
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