Whinge, whinge, whinge

There I was this morning, ready to post to this blog about how I still hurt and can’t train properly, how hard it’s been, how unlucky I am not to be born a natural athlete etc, a full on whinge combined with a side order of excuses… however before I could press send I got distracted, …

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Starting again… again!

I am sat on a plane flying to Japan as I wrote this. It’s about 2.5 weeks since I had my sudden and painful meeting with the Spanish tarmac, and as you may expect, things have been up and down. It was in all truthfulness a minor crash, but it got to me a bit …

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A painful reminder

Afternoon folks, lovely day here in sunny Spain, the type that makes you feel good to be alive… And I can say that with meaning, as last Friday at around 5pm, a car pulled out in front of me as I was coming down a hill, and sent both me and my bike flying… I …

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