World Gravel Series: the race “No no wait, we find you a bike!” With lovely Italian hospitality, the organisers produced a small-ish cyclo-cross bike belonging to the brother of
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World Gravel Series: the recon “Come on, let’s just go and do it. I’ll find a bike and it’ll be fun!” We were talking about a gravel race
Deauville. Le retour. A year, almost to the day, since I competed in my last race. So much water under the bridge. So many changes, so many negatives, and
Facing the Truth I have started this blog about 15 times in the last few days. Crossed out lines, ripped out pages, thrown a few pens across the room
Volcano runs One minute I was jogging easily along the singletrack circling the volcano, singing along to some goddawful 90s’ disco hit. The next I was sprawled full length
Living on Lanza The Highlander, Motowns – British Family Bar, The Black Bull and a souvenir shop promising PG Tips and Marmite line the main car park in the
REST DAY The two most dreaded words on the training plan… Backside wedged between two cushions and laptop balanced precariously on my knees, I glance yet again at the clock
Landing on Lanza Wednesday, 4.05am. Beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeep. The cat lifted her head from the duvet and gave me a slightly confused and decidedly annoyed look. “Jeez woman,
Christmas Thank You’s July, August, September… where does time go? … December. Almost exactly six months ago I crossed the line of a half distance triathlon in Northern France.
It’s not your foot To those of you who read what used to be regular updates, you’ve probably figured I’ve done something to myself. No racing, no reports… and