I decided to ride the Cat & Fiddle Challenge in 2016 because I wanted to support Cystic Fibrosis Care whilst taking part in a challenging ride with like-minded people. Having just finished the 2016 circuit racing season and continuing to race cyclocross, I expected to complete the ride with relative ease, oh how wrong I was... The Cat & Fiddle Challenge is one of the hardest rides I've ever done.
The countryside was at peace. The sun blazed down from a vast ocean of blueness. A tranquil calm embraced our world. Meadowsweet, celandine and foxglove enticed a flurry of enchanting wings. Giant trees bowed down, majestic oaks stood proud and horse chestnuts displayed their array of waxen candles.
It’s almost comical how one seems to forget the aching muscles, the coldness and the tiredness that the 24-hour Time Trial places onto your body. This year was very much the same with little warmth from the sun, which had selfishly decided to ration itself to a bare minimum.
Monday 16th May 2011
Entries close tomorrow. Can I find the courage to post my form off? Or, with two of my mates already entered, can I find the courage not to?
The Anfield ‘100’ is the oldest cycle race in the country, and possibly in the world. Promoted each year on the roads of Cheshire and Shropshire it was first held in 1889. At my age will I have any more opportunities? I gather my resolve, complete the entry form, pop it in an envelope with a cheque for £10 and drop it into the post box at the end of the road.
I didn’t mean to cycle from Land’s End to John O Groats. I foolishly told a cycling friend that I’d always wanted to do it when I was younger, and before I’d fully realised what was happening, we were planning to do it together in 2014. She was celebrating her 60th birthday, and at 68 I was just hoping to keep up.
There are sports with rules. Cycle sport has a lot, some of which would baffle Aristotle. Cycle touring, on the other hand, is anarchic. No, tourers don't make up the rules of the road; but cycle-touring can be what you want it to be.
It all started with being given a diagnosis of MS, a debilitating illness that can take over your life. I was lucky; told that I have what’s called relapsing remitting MS. The best kind, I suppose, if you have to have it.
MS affects your stamina and I was told that I would not have as much as I used to, and they were right. For years especially in summer time I would be like I’d just been unplugged, no energy whatsoever and it wasn’t getting any better. I was rather fed up with it, so I decided to try to do something. So I bought a bike, a mountain bike.