Just thinking about John Austin and the Sunday club runs. While my school friends were doing sensible things on a Sunday like having a lie in or meeting for a few games of pool, I was up at the crack of dawn to get to the roundabout in Harrow.
I recall the agony and the ecstasy.
The agony consisted of headwinds and mid-winter icy rain, fingers numb on brake levers, aching lower back, cramping calf muscles and a hill to test your manhood!
The ecstasy was the long hot bath and steak and chips dinner from mum!
My teachers never believed that a 13 year old could, or would, cycle 120 miles for pleasure. I'm inclined to think like them 40 years later.
I enjoyed the Moberly weight training and gym sessions.
So much energy! After a day at school. Amazing.
No regrets.
Character building I think it's called.
Very few people understand what physical punishment and mental strength is required to be a successful racing cyclist.
So, hats off to the Froomes and Dumoulins and Nibalis of this world.
Just thinking about John Austin and the Sunday club runs. While my school friends were doing sensible things on a Sunday like having a lie in or meeting for a few games of pool, I was up at the crack of dawn to get to the roundabout in Harrow.
I recall the agony and the ecstasy.
The agony consisted of headwinds and mid-winter icy rain, fingers numb on brake levers, aching lower back, cramping calf muscles and a hill to test your manhood!
The ecstasy was the long hot bath and steak and chips dinner from mum!
My teachers never believed that a 13 year old could, or would, cycle 120 miles for pleasure. I'm inclined to think like them 40 years later.
I enjoyed the Moberly weight training and gym sessions.
So much energy! After a day at school. Amazing.
No regrets.
Character building I think it's called.
Very few people understand what physical punishment and mental strength is required to be a successful racing cyclist.
So, hats off to the Froomes and Dumoulins and Nibalis of this world.