Health & Safety My Arse

So I am currently on holiday on the island of Crete, and having a lovely time. I should therefore have much better things to do than be posting to my blog, and indeed I do, but I feel compelled to put my feelings down here, as I am far from happy. The reason for this is an email which to me highlights the stupidity of modern society – that ridiculous and sometimes shameful umbrella called ‘Health & Safety’. 

Let me explain:

For a few weeks now I have been very much looking forward to receiving the instruction pack for The Great British Bike Ride. It will contain instructions on things that I have been waiting to know about for some time, and the event is only four weeks away. I have to say that the organization for the event has been excellent all the way so far, and the communications very thorough. 

So last night a 16 page email arrived telling me where to be every step of the way, what we will be fed, what to bring, and every conceivable question seems to have been answered up front. I know how many people are staying in each tent, what time we will get up each morning (5.15 on the final day for example – ouch!) etc. I read the whole thing eagerly (although I shouldn’t be doing such things on my holidays), and there appears to be nothing left to learn or to be left to chance. Excellent, apart from one item, almost hidden in the small print.

There on page 8 of 16 were the words “good old Health and Safety has dictated that we won’t all be able to cycle into Twickenham and instead only 10 bicycles will be allowed, and the rest will have to walk/jog behind……” I could not believe what I was reading. 

People sign up to do things for various reasons, and those reasons by and large keep them going as they slog away over their months of training. In my case one of the driving reasons was the thought of arriving into Twickenham in front of 70,000 people, something that drew my eye the first time I saw the advertisement for the event, and something that I have said to people quite a few times since.

So now it seems that I cannot do that at all. Someone in their infinite wisdom has decided that it contradicts something or other. How ridiculous is that?  We will all of us just have cycled some 330 miles on all sorts of public roads across half of the country, and then someone sees fit to say it is a hazard to Christ knows who (and I’d love to find out who) for us to cycle inside a rugby ground. I mean, seriously, get a fucking grip.

I have written a note to Barry Clayton, the Event Director of the GBBR, to express my disappointment. As I sit here now I am gutted quite frankly. I have spent a lot of time and effort and indeed money on getting this far, and now I am not even sure if I want to do it any more. Without wanting to appear over-petulant (which I might, please let me know if you think I am) it feels to me like climbing a mountain only to be told just before you get to the top that you can’t actually walk to the summit. Someone has just said that you have to go there by helicopter instead. 

I even paid for four tickets for the rugby game for people who certainly aren’t interested in the rugby so they could see me ride into the stadium. Two of them are my kids. I even had imagined riding in to the ground, absolutely knackered, but with tears in my eyes, looking out for them, and they’d be just a tiny bit proud of their old Dad for doing a 330 mile ride for various good causes etc. It just doesn’t feel the same for the cyclists to be walking behind ten bikes – what will the rest of the crowd there think as the cyclists enter – that most of us walked the final part as we were all too tired? That really really makes me sad and mad, and it has tarnished the whole thing for me. 

So in the words of the grandma on The Catherine Tate Show: “what a load of old shit”, and as I put in the title here, “Health and Safety My Arse”  

And that, in the words of Forrest Gump, “is all I have to say about that”.  

The cost of cycling

So I am getting back on track with the cycling. In fact I have just done my first week where I have actually completed the suggested mileage from the folks at The Great British Bike Ride. That means I have actually ridden 124 miles compared to the suggested 120! It is hopefully not the last time either.

So how do I feel? Well, knackered for a start. The conditions probably haven’t helped, as it has been pretty windy this week. Although for me, anything over about 5mph feels like a gale when cycling into it. I think this week it has been about 15 or so, and that has been horrible, especially on the longer runs this weekend. I did 82 miles yesterday and today, and my legs feel like it was nearer 182.

Further to my last blog entry, as I was going along today I was just thinking about something that someone said to me when I started out cycling all those (is it nine?) weeks ago. In fact I think it was a comment that someone put on this very blog – they said ‘welcome to cycling – you will spend more on accessories than you did buying your bike’ or words to that effect. I thought this rather unlikely at best, especially as I forked out £1,000 for my bike. Now just trying to tot things up is a pretty scary thing to do, and I have spent roughly the following…..ahem:

Helmet £60
Glasses £30
Track pump £40
Five cycling shirts £200
Bib shorts x2 £160
Socks x5 £50 (yes really)
Shoes £60
Pedals £40
Cleats £20
Energy drinks £84 (two big tubs thereof)
Energy bars and electrolyte gels £123
Inner tubes £25
Tyres £50
Chain bath £20
Bottles and cages £25
Stand £80

There is more stuff, but that is all I can immediately think of. It adds up already to £1,067. Holy smokes! What is more, I need things like a decent lock, a backpack, some lights etc. So whilst some of the above I could perhaps have done without, I haven’t been overly extravagant at all (OK so £50 a time on shirts is a bit rich I admit,

but they are nice:)). Oh and this before my bib shorts for the GBBR and odds and sods that I cannot recall. Scary stuff indeed.

I have now six weeks before I head off to Lands End – lots and lots of cycling still to do, but a few distractions in-between. Hopefully I get away without spending a further small fortune too.

I think my next post will be on the interesting topic of whether you should wear underwear when you are cycling. That one confused the heck out of me too when I started out, but now I know the answer for sure…….

It’s getting closer…….

Right, so I thought I’d better update this as I have been delinquent for a while.

Firstly, the cycling is sort of on track, as it were, if not exactly entirely up to speed and to plan. I made myself a sort of childlike wallchart/calendar thing, which is quite embarrassing and so I won’t put a picture up here, but the idea was to get me to try to stick to my schedule. It was supposed to be 60 miles a week for the first few weeks, then 70 miles, and then up to 120 miles last week. My totals per week have been 22, 23, 58, 68, 51, 57, 58, and 109. I have therefore not yet achieved a full week, but I have so many excuses I could write a book about them.

I know this much – cycling for me is bloody hard work. When I trained for Kilimanjaro, it was by and large pretty easy stuff. Sure sometimes I came home tired sometimes from a gym workout, or I moaned a bit at doing bodypump classes (ok, so I moaned a lot), but this is off the scale. I don’t think the weather has helped – our great summer that we are having is not conducive to going and killing yourself up a steep climb on a bike.

Take Saturday for example. The longest that I had cycled up until last weekend was 23 miles, and that was once and once only. I had to do 40 on Saturday per my schedule, and so I looked around on http://www.bikely.com (good website by the way), and found a ride that looked to fit the bill from where I am now in Abingdon. Trouble was, a mile after I set out I was ready to turn back, as it was about 30 degrees C and sweltering. I did persevere though, only to find that when I reached what I thought was the half way point that I had already done 32 miles. Bugger! I managed to find a slightly shorter route back (during which time I had to admit that if I had seen a bus or a taxi appear that would have been the end of the ride), but still managed to end up doing 53 miles. The end result was a mixture of a sense of achievement tinged with a feeling that my thighs had been run over by a steamroller. Getting up the next day to do it again was therefore not a fun experience. I did just 32 on Sunday, but I was still pleased with that.

The thing is though, I am cycling on fairly flat terrain here (Oxfordshire is about as flat as Norfolk when all is said and done), and when I get to Devon and Cornwall it is not going to be nice at all. And then I have to 96 miles on the first day, followed by 86 on the second etc. That is going to be very painful, and if it were now there is no way at all that I could even contemplate it.

I have also started wasting, sorry spending, money on drink supplements. I am a sucker for these sort of things. I have ‘Energy Drink Elite’ (take it an hour before you start), ‘Energy Pro’ (drink whilst riding), and ‘Recovery Drink Rapide’ (does what it says on the tin, allegedly). All these things are powders that you mix into water, and taste completely horrible. The Recovery Drink Rapide is particularly nasty. It is supposed to be Strawberry flavour, but tastes more like toilet cleaner to me, probably. I think these three tubs of powder cost me over £100. Sucker, see. I also bought a frame to mount my bike on so I could clean it and do maintenance on it. What a waste of time – I hate cleaning anything, and don’t know where to start with it, so that was a waste of £200 or so for a start! Oh and don’t get me started on cycling socks. Last weekend I was at Lords to watch the England v Australia game, and I met one of the chaps from work who had also climbed Kilimanjaro, and for some reason I started telling him that I now had about six pairs of cycling socks at £15 a pop. He looked at me like I had just told him that I had sold my house and invested all the proceeds in gravy granules or something. I decided not to extol the merits of the socks to him after that – I mean there are some, aren’t there?

So anyways, it is only now six weeks of hard training to go. The schedule gets tougher as it builds up to the big week. Trouble is I go on holiday in two weeks time , and then two weeks after that I have the annual family get-together to stage, which is basically a weekend of drinking as much vodka as you can (seriously). That is three weeks stuffed then, and I guess me eating porridge for breakfast is not going to save me from that is it?

I think it is time to be afraid, be very afraid………

Trying to get these miles in

Well following my last post about the Fireflies last week, I am delighted to say that I made it to the ‘Grand Depart’ on Friday evening Golden Square, Soho. Most of the riders were there to get ready for the off, and here is a piccie of them approaching the launch party.

The Fireflies are go!

My good friend Colin is pictured at the front with the baritone sax. He led the cyclists into the square playing “Oh when the Saints go marching in”. The cyclists all had yellow balloons attached, with their logo of “For those who suffer we ride”. When they got to the square there was a big celebration with drinks and music. The cyclists all got together and were introduced to the crowd:

A rousing reception for the cyclists

Apparently some of the cyclists were actually already en route. The ride itself starts I believe today as I write this (the 15th June), and some of them decided that 1,000km wasn’t quite enough for them, so they were cycling over to Geneva for the start! The guys who had already started had a message for the masses and their comrades. If you are offended by bad language then look away now. The message was “Lets raise some money and Fuck Cancer”. I don’t think it could be summed up better than that, hence my choosing to repeat it verbatim here. I therefore chose to buy a few commemorative items, like a Fireflies cycling jersey (I shall be wearing it on the Great British Bike Ride for certain) and a drinking bottle. The profits were all going to Leukaemia research, and that was good enough for me. I also sponsored Simon (Colin’s friend) for the ride too, but he doesn’t know it, as I did it anonymously. I remember my couple of anonymous benefactors for Kilimanjaro, and how much it meant to me, so thought I would do it the same way. And he will have no idea that this blog even exists, so I am safe!

So at the weekend it was my turn to try to get some miles in. I should have been doing 60 miles each week so far, but my cycling diary shows that I have done 18, 22, 22, and 58 so far in the four weeks since I started. Not very good really is it? I therefore made sure that I put some time aside to get at least a ride in on both days. On Saturday I did 16, and on Sunday 24, my longest ride so far! So at least that is progress. I need to do 70 miles this week and then after next week it starts ramping up to 120 per week, so I have lots to do.

I bought me some new stuff too, more socks, more mits, a bike rack (helps clean and maintain it more easily) and various other paraphernalia. I am not even counting what this is costing me, I am enjoying it, even if it is hard work – harder than I thought it would be in fact. I am considering trying to do a longish organised ride in July, maybe 50 miles or so, to see if I can do it. It worries me that I may not be up to it, so I shall just wait and see for now.

Oh and I also had a phone call at the weekend from someone I don’t know, who had been put in touch with me by an ex work colleague. He was going to be climbing Kilimanjaro starting today, and asked if I wouldn’t mind answering some questions and giving him some advice. Mind? I was delighted! We spoke for about 40 minutes or so, and I hope I put his mind at rest a bit – he was a bit nervous it has to be said – but I am sure he will be totally fine. He will be on his way by now, but I shall be thinking of him on that most wonderful of places as he has his epic adventure – my very best wishes are with him for a great time.

And so back on the subject of charities, soon it will be my turn to shake the tin for my ride in September. I need to raise at least £300, and so if anyone out there fancies sponsoring me then the link is attached below:

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=ChrisPowell1&isTeam=false

So my apologies for the shameless plug, but it is all for a good cause………….

The biking preparation is underway, well sort of….

So despite being a bit remiss in updating the blog over the last few weeks, I have at least two excuses:

1. I have been working stupid hours at work.

2. I moved house.

The former is now largely over, and was very necessary due to a big fundraising that the company was doing. It proved very successful, and was very rewarding, but involved rather more midnight oil than I would have liked.

The latter was just as hard work. It is actually the first time that I have moved house on my own. I’m trying to count and think that I have moved house now about a dozen times all told, and it is never easy. It wasn’t all exactly on my own, thanks to Mel (thank you:)) who helped a lot, but I still did the bulk of it, apart from the removal people of course. Oh yes, and Dan and Becca came down for the weekend and did a huge amount too, and then there was Alain from work who helped also. I am sure I did something though…..

Anyway, in between all of this, the biking schedule has finally got underway. The people at The Great British Bike Ride had sent out a suggested training schedule. It starts with doing about 60 miles a week and ends up doing about 200 miles a week. Sort of takes you from ‘zero to hero’ type of thing. You train every other day in the week, and then always consecutively at weekends. I set myself a wall chart telling myself what I had to do and when, and that was three weeks ago now. Trouble is, out of the first fifteen sessions, I think I have made three of them. I have excuses for that too of course:)

So the first weekend I was moving house. The second weekend I was away in The Lake District on a walking weekend, doing Scafell Pike, and this weekend just gone I have been in New York and New Jersey, seeing Heather (of Kilimanjaro fame no less). It is now Wednesday 2nd June as I write this and have just got back. I will post more about both of the latter two weekends separately. Save to say that this weekend just gone was absolutely fantastic. You end up going through quite a lot together when you do something like Kilimanjaro, and some people you invariably get on with better than others. I was blessed, I think, to get on with everyone (as far as I was concerned anyway) really well, but something certainly clicked with Heather. If you are reading this Heather – thank you enormously for a great time and for being the perfect host. Oh and we may just be planning another adventure too, but more of that in another post certainly.

So anyway, out of the first 180 miles I should have biked so far, I think I have managed about 40 tops. That’s bad. I’m away this weekend too, and so that will scupper that one as well. In fact come to think of it since I moved house I have probably slept there about three times in total, thus cutting down the chances to even see my bike, let alone ride it.

I may get round to trying out those nice new twenty billion pound bib shorts soon too. I wonder if they help me go faster?:)

The Great British Bike Ride:

Tried to upload a link here from the Great British Bike Ride but it doesn’t want to let me, so instead just a quick update here for now.

My nice new bike arrived just last week! It is great, just haven’t had much time to try it in anger yet. I did try it in my dining room with my cleats on and fell over almost demolishing the dining room table and me with it – I have a bruise the size of a small European country on my arm to show for it where it took all of the weight of my body on the fall against the pointed edge of a chair.

I have also been accessory shopping – have bought bib shorts (which cost me about thee billion pounds, but are very comfy:)) helmet, two pumps (long story, more when I have time, but it is stupid), mits, cycling socks (hahahahaha), shoe things with metal clippy things in to go into your pedals, cycling glasses, some energy drinks and gels, and a tight spandex cycling top which I am certainly too embarrassed to wear in public. I also have a trip computer which I cannot work out how to change from km to mph yet, but as I haven’t done many of either at the moment then I don’t suppose it matters too much. I have some other stuff ordered too, but can’t even remember what it all is.  I just know it is a costly business this one. Fun though, at least whilst the novelty is still here:)

I got my new sponsorship page up and running too. Since I am a brazen hussy when it comes to waving the sponsorship tin, I will give it a mention right here – it is:

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=ChrisPowell1

I am required to raise £300 for the charities as part of the conditions for the ride, so please help if you are able/willing etc. I do like Help For Heroes in particular, and so am very glad to be helping them in any small way I can.

I have so much to tell here. Amongst these are the first few outings on the bike, an update on the Three Peaks Challenge, the latest news on the route and preparations for the Great British Bike Ride, and lots of other good stuff. Oh and I am sorry for few posts recently but I have been packing to move house this coming weekend – a new and fresh start awaits in so many ways……………

I bought a bike at last!

It’s quite a frustrating thing to be such a procrastinator. I have dithered and changed decisions on which bike to buy about 10 times in the last few weeks. They’re surely all the same aren’t they? – I mean, as my daughter keeps telling me; a bike is just a bike isn’t it? I had certainly thought that myself a few weeks ago until I entered this whole new world. Then I learned about things like compact chainsets, SRAM against Campag, spacers, cleats, and whether aluminium is better than carbon. So like anything, cycling it seems is full of buzzwords and also downright snobbery. For example ‘roadies’ will not be seen dead in SPD shoes – I mean, why would they!!

So anyway, having decided that the Great British Bike Ride was going to be the challenge for now, a road bike was duly sought. I initially found a good forum online, called http://www.bikeradar.com , which is very helpful. I also decided to push the boat out as far as my budget is concerned. I can take advantage of something called the Cycle To Work Scheme, which means that you get tax and VAT relief on the cost of a new bicycle (and  accessories) from the Inland Revenue up to £1,000, and so I thought I would go right up to the limit, as if I can get up to 50% of that back, then that shouldn’t be sniffed at at all.

So on the forums if you type in “which road bike for £1,000?” you come up with a few common names, and these are Focus Cayo, Planet X SL Pro, Cannondale CAAD 8/9, and the Boardman Team Carbon. There are plenty others around this price range too (in fact there are hundreds), but these names seemed to consistently appear. As with anything of course, there are compromises to be made, and the choices don’t seem to narrow, they get harder, at least they do when you realise all of a sudden that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

It then appears that everyone says the most important thing you should do is to go and test ride the bikes and see which one feels best, which seems like the perfect advice. Then however you realise that of the above four bikes, two (Planet X and the Focus) are available online only, and the other (Boardman) is only sold via Halfords (who don’t let you test ride and are muppets in my experience anyway). Thus leaving the Cannondale as my only option to go and test. Then I had to go and find one, which proved very difficult. I then discovered that bike people have their favourites, and will try to sell you what they like as opposed to what you are really asking for. For example I came across (and was recommended) Evans Cycles, a nationwide store, and went to the Reading branch after phoning and telling them that I was interested in a Cannondale CAAD 8 or CAAD 9. When I got to the store however, I found that they did not in fact have a Cannondale for me to try, and so the sales guy tried to sell me a Raleigh instead, and for £1,200 too.

Now I will readily admit that I know very little so far about bikes. The world of SRAM Red and Cervelo are as yet unchartered territories for me. What I do know however is that the word ‘Raleigh’ for me is synonymous with something called ‘The Chopper’. For those who don’t know, The Chopper is a childs bike with big bull handlebars, that costs about £14.99 from Toys R Us , and is at best probably very dangerous. Now call me a brand snob if you like, but why should I listen to a sales guy who tells me that the shiny thing in front of me is worth parting with over a grand of my money for? What if someone laughs at me for God sake? What if, heaven forbid, someone says “nice Chopper”?. I decide however against my better judgement to go and ride the Raleigh. If you know your bikes then what I rode was the Avanti U6 Pro 2009.

So I set off in my very spandexy new cycle shorts (£14.99 from Argos – they are rubbish) and go for a spin, and am amazed. The bike goes like shit off a shovel, and I manage to propel myself around the roads of Reading like I was on a motorbike, or at least like I knew what I was doing. It was fun! I get back about 30 minutes later to the shop and am exhilirated. I can fly! Or at least I can ride scary bikes with 23mm scary tyres pumped up to 120psi. I also have no idea what I am doing with the gears. When I used to ride bikes (forty three gazillion years ago or thereabouts) they were called ‘racers’, and you had two shifters on the tube between the handlebars and the pedals, whatever that is called. Nowadays the gears are integrated into the brake levers, and are apparently designed to be counter-intuitive. I think the right brake lever controls the back brake but the front derailleur, and then vice versa. Or do I have that the wrong way round? Then you push the right lever in to move it into a harder gear, but the left lever in to give you an easier front ring. Probably.

Maybe that is all wrong, but it just serves to show you that it is a.) confusing, and b.) bloody difficult to cycle properly when you don’t know what you are doing. One minute I would be hurtling downhill and wanting to change up, and in pressing my brake lever inwards I would send it into gear 27 or something and my legs would spin so furiously I felt like a hamster on heat. Next I would be going uphill and try to change down, and it would go into something that I couldn’t have turned the pedals if I was going down a skislope. I learn later that the gear changers that I have been using are called “105”, and that they are a ‘pretty good groupset’ or something. Means nothing to me.

So I ask to try another bike for comparison purposes, and am given a Trek 1.5. Now the Trek has a ‘triple’, which for all you non-cyclists out there (hey, that includes me!) means that there are three rings at the front, thus giving you a wider range of gear options altogether. It is easy as a novice to think of the bike as a “27 speed”, but this is really just a misnoma – the number of useable gears with differences is not really very different on a double to a triple, it is about the number of teeth on the chainrings. This equates to ‘gear inches’ or ‘gear miles’ or something like that, and if you have a triple then the lowest gears are driven by a 30 tooth ring at the front, instead of a 34 tooth ring on a compact. Makes a big difference, apparently.

So I ride the Trek and find that it is very difficult to change between each of the three front rings. This is probably as I haven’t got a clue which lever does what, but pressing each in turn as randomly and as often as possible doesn’t seem to do a whole lot anyway, so I conclude that a triple is probably more complicated than I need or can handle. In any case, next to the Raleigh at least, I find the Trek dull and uninvolving. It feels a bit like, a bicycle or something. I get back to the shop and ask to be shown something different. And so then I was given a Bianchi. It was a Via Nirone 7 with Ultegra, for those of you who know your onions. And it rode like a dream, it was great. I think the much more seamless gearchanges helped, but nonetheless the bike felt much more involving and responsive. When I got back to the shop after about 30 minutes I tell the guy that the bike was great. He said “It’s  a Bianchi!” So I told him a few other things and they just elicited the same “It’s  a Bianchi!” response. This was very nice, but I wasn’t quite ready to do the high five and cartwheels across the floor thing yet, especially as the price tag on it was £1,300 this time.

So I hum and hah a bit more, and then just don’t know what to do, and I ask him about Cannondales again. He suggests that I go and talk to one of the other guys about them, as he ‘doesn’t like them’. Fair enough. I wait my turn in line and then get to hear from someone about how amazing the Cannondale CAAD9 is, but that no they don’t have them in stock, and it might be the end of May. I decide that I want a Cannondale if they are that good, but can’t wait that long, and so take my leave.

So to cut a long story short I spend the next week or so trying to find a Cannondale CAAD9, which proves really hard. It even took me on a two and half hour trip to Milton Keynes and back to someone who told me he had one in, for me to find he didn’t when I got there! So I thus went and bought myself a new iMac instead, so that was an expensive trip then! I found it even more frustrating that I can go and impulse buy an iMac, but can’t choose a bike for love nor money!

So last weekend I found one! A nice shiny new Cannondale CAAD9! It was in Oxford, and was great. It even had the colours I wanted (it comes in red, black, or Liquigas Team colours, which are sort of white, green and blue). I went and rode it, and it was fabulous! I rode it at the end of the day however, and by the time I got back from riding the shop was shutting, and so there wasn’t time to do the deal. I told the guy that I would come back the following day, but work took over, and so I googled a few things more the following night.  I then decided that I should email Heather and ask her to have the casting vote, as she knows a whole bunch more about bikes than I ever will. I tell her it is a choice between the Cannondale CAAD9 and the Planet X, expecting her to choose the CAAD9 over a bike she hadn’t heard of. So the reply came back “The Planet X for sure – you don’t want aluminum!”.

So that was that then, decision made. The very next morning I press the button on the internet and order me a shiny Planet X SL Pro Carbon SRAM Rival in white. I have never seen one let alone ridden one:) But they must be good right? And it isn’t even made of aluminum, so there. And if it is no good, then Heather will never live it down. All I need now is for it to arrive:) Piccie below:

White, isn't it?

So all I have to do now is buy myself some pedals, a helmet, a lock, some lights, a trip computer, some tyre levers, a backpack, some spare inner tubes, a pump, some bib shorts, some cycling shoe things with those clips on, and god knows what else. Erm, this could take me forever to even get down the end of the road and back at this rate! Oh well, it is fun………

So what about the (and beyond?) then….

So having been rather quiet for a few days or so, whilst I reflect on life the universe and everything, I have been plotting adventures new. I shall tell you about those shortly.

Meantime I have been corresponding by email with a person whose son has been climbing Kili. He was doing the Pofu route (which I hadn’t heard of before, at least by name). This is the route that takes a longer route around and up the mountain, and then has you camping in the actual crater before summiting. That all sounds fairly hardcore, even to me.

So anyway, the person with whom I have been corresponding (I shan’t name them as I do not have their say so as of yet to do so) has obviously been nervously (big understatement there) waiting for updates from the son, and has happily been receiving them on a regular basis. It has made me think how I would feel if my daughter was doing it (it won’t be happening for my son I cannot imagine but you never know:)), and I totally understand what the emotions must be like.

Anyway I am absolutely delighted to tell you that he summited successfully yesterday. That is fantastic news, I am delighted for them both, proud parent and son alike. Apparently the only hiccups were a broken camera (thank goodness for mobile phone cameras then), and a bad case of sunburn from the summit itself.

I am hugely looking forward to hearing more of the adventures that he had, and if he is happy for me to do so then I will post them here in due course.

Meantime also I have been trying to figure out what to do next. And so I have:)

Well it couldn’t last too long could it? I mean the follow up?

For those people who know me well, then you will know that I occasionally suffer from a bout of impetuosity. In fact I am one of the most impulsive people I know:)

So for the last week or so I have been pondering the merits of renewing my gym membership as against buying a bike. The gym I have been to only a couple of times since I have been back, and as one of my other traits is getting bored (although I don’t have time for that these days), then it doesn’t have the appeal as much anymore. Whilst planning for the mountain I was very driven, surprising myself sometimes in fact, but now I need something to plan for. Something to drive me, motivate me, challenge me.

So I hit upon the idea of cycling to work. Now also for those of you who know me, and before you start guffawing away with howls of derisive laughter, I should tell you that I used to love riding bikes. OK so it was a long long time ago, but I used to do it a lot. Me and Col used to cycle through the pedestrian tunnel over to North Shields sometimes – it was probably about four miles or so! That was however when we were about 14.

So my office is about 7 miles away from my house, and I figured that on the days when it is not raining (so I could be actually very safe here) I could probably get there in about 40 minutes or so, hopefully. There are also about three different routes I could take, and so I started to decide which one to take. One of them involves a bit of off road, but is by far the most direct. The other two are quite different – the shorter one involves a fair few ups and downs, and might be a bit painful in places for a cycling novice like me. The other one probably adds a few miles on, but is almost entirely flat. The first bit is down fairly narrow lanes though and so if there are cars coming then it could be a bit hairy.

I narrow a number of choices down to a few bikes online without really knowing what I am looking for, but a Cannondale Bad Boy really takes my fancy, and is a snip at about £630. I then go to my local cycle shop and my head is spinning again. I could have  Trek for this money, and a Specialised for that money, or a Bianchi (wasn’t she in Eastenders?) something-or-other. Even if I had chosen a bike I could have chosen between about 30 different tyre types alone. I leave the shop none the wiser.

And so I buy myself a cycling magazine. Sorry if this is a long story by the way:)

So I still just cannot decide which bike to buy. There are (to follow:)) so many decisions to take about 53-39 chainsets, and doubles and triples, and Tiagra versus 105 and things that it will make your head spin. And that is after you decide between a hybrid, a sloping frame, aluminium or carbon and the like.

Anyway, I see an advert in the magazine as I am thumbing through, and it is for “the Great British Bike Ride”. I look at the website and it tells me that the ride is in September this year, and is 320 miles between Lands End and Twickenham in London, over 4 days. It is the first time it has been held in the UK, and it is for three different charities, all of whom I like a lot. So I think – why not, and go and immediately sign up!

I am so excited about this it is fantastic. I have a new adventure to plan!

Here are the details of the ride:

http://www.greatbritishbikeride.com/

Looks like no hybrid then, but a road bike, and a serious one. More decisions to come then, and a rigorous new fitness regime. 320 miles – gulp!!