Pressure to Perform

I was struck dumb today by the tragic loss to the triathlon community of Chris Stirling. I’m certain many more eloquent things will be written about him by people who knew him better than I did, but to me he was always a kind and generous person, for whom taking time to talk about your... Continue Reading →


Zwift for Masochists (Zwift of my Mind)

In the weeks running up to my leg of Lap of my Mind (, it was becoming apparent that both the support on and the riding of the roads in the far north of Scotland were going to be too treacherous to justify risking anyone’s safety. Despite dearly wanting to ride the NC500 route, and... Continue Reading →

Return of the head game

Water is streaming down my forehead, carrying the remains of yesterday morning’s moisturiser into my eyes with stinging accuracy. There’s little point in wiping it away as the forecast said suck it up Dorothy, ‘cause it ain’t stopping any time soon. I blink. The course is quieter now; those night time laps and the less... Continue Reading →

Doing the Dubh

What do you do when your mate is feeling a bit blue that the ski season is over? Some other mental shit is what. Mike Austin, one half of Avalanche Geeks, is kind of a big deal in Avalanche training and Ski Mountaineering circles. Or so he likes to tell me. He’s been known to... Continue Reading →

Slovakia and the yellow jersey

I don’t often write race reports. Mostly because I don’t often enjoy reading them. And a 24 hour race could be quite a monotonous recall of lap after lap after lap of the same thing. Aside from Finale last year though, which ended rather disastrously for me (you can see my blog here), this was... Continue Reading →

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