48H Pure Peak Grit: from hill-hater to hill-lover

When Alaina invited me to join the inaugural 48 Hour Pure Peak Grit event, I initially declined. I am Dutch. I am a flatlander. I am scared of painful hills and have done my best to avoid them. I’d choose a headwind any day over a climb, taking my chances battling an invisible enemy rather…

Try new things: hilly, bloody hilly and mountain madness

The last few years July has been all about the National 24 hour time trial championships. No holidays could be booked; no other events could even be contemplated. It is a great event, one I am proud to have won once (and even came third overall), and one I still warmly support, but I am…

Flipping Flapmash

It is not uncommon for cyclists to openly refer to saddle sores. But usually that is where the descriptions end. An understanding nod, a painful grimace, followed by silence as if to say “please spare me the gory details”. After years of suffering several #flapmash episodes, I feel there is value in sharing some details…

The women of the End to End

The ‘End to End’ is a goal for many cyclists in the UK. Most people wisely ride from Land’s End to John o’Groats in 1 or 2 weeks, taking their time to enjoy the great scenery along the way. But the UK also has a rich history of people doing the End to End (which…