ALPE D’HUEZ long course triathlon Race report   I have to admit, I’m struggling with this one. Writing is rarely a problem but I just can’t find the words to

Gravel biking – #2

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

Gravel biking – #1

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.

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

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

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

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

Devils & rest days

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

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

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

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

Diggin’ Deauville

Diggin’ Deauville   Half-fuelled by a water-logged Starbucks coffee, I am nursing a very sore foot as my mind wanders back to the International Triathlon in Deauville a few weeks

70.3 Rapperswil

70.3 Rapperswil   Unbelievably, in all my years as a Swiss triathlete I had never made it 70.3 Rapperswil. I wanted to make sure I ticked that box this year


Ventouxman   Having done Aix and Bilbao back-to-back, I had two weeks to recover and cram in some training before tackling the tough Ventouxman, a race I particularly wanted to