Had the best 3 days ever this week riding Elite Rollers for the Madison Ice Bike show. I rode enough for my legs to be burning by the last day, and yes, I did crash a couple of times, in front of the crowd, but only when I was showing off! I can't remember the last time I felt so relaxed and happy, no responsibilities other than to ride my bike, lots of friendly people and great food, the evening parties were immense and in all I was very sad to leave.
I arrived with my bike and two heavy bags, it was hard work on the train, but manageable. In the evenings there was a casino with fake money, at random points there would be a chance to win a prize, e.g. by getting 21 points on your cards. Out of 6 prizes to be won over 2 nights I won 4!!! I LOVE gambling! Some bloke was moaning that it was a fix, but the evidence was right there, I got the jack and the ace. I gave away 2 bottles of wine (as booze was free there) but kept the giant tub of jelly beans and box of champange. And then over to the karaoke, where we sang for about 5 hours!
At this point I just want to break away from my story about stuff and quickly talk about Katie, a super-loud, super-friendly Dutch girl from Sustrans. She introduced me to the other Katie and for the first time ever at a trade show I found myself partying with a group of young, fun girls. It was wicked! I have a feeling that Madison are going to hire Katie to come to every event they do to break the ice and make sure that everyone becomes friends and has a good time.
So, during the day I was told that some of my personal kit was the wrong brand for a madison show. I then got given a pair of beautiful Shimano shoes, pedals and cleats. Pearl Izumi then complimented that with a multi pack of socks, and then threw in a couple of jerseys ( I was well chuffed, Pearl Izumi are a gorgeous brand!) and San Marco dropped by to give me some hats and a saddle. Whilst I am slightly gloating here, the point of aquiring all this stuff leads me to a journey from hell....
leaving the hotel on the last day the receptionist felt so sorry for me so loaded up that she went running to find me an old, zippy suit bag, which if I didn't have I wouldn't have managed what I did. The taxi driver laughed at me as I tried to get in the car. And this was without my bike! When the dude I was working for dropped me at the station in the evening I took my bike out of the back seat and stood there whilst he loaded me up like a mule (haha, geddit) and finally put the money for my ticket between my teeth. A lovely man helped me onto the train, he used to race at Eastway as a boy, we chatted until he asked me if I was still at school...after which I went into a sulk.
Unfortunately he got off before me, and after that no-one else bothered to give me a hand. I got off at Willesdon Jct, somehow got up the stairs, only to find the train line to Clapham was closed. I went back down the stairs, and by now I was grunting and snotting from strain. I was told to get the train to Paddington and the District line to Victoria even though my ticket didn't allow me through London. Back on the train I saw it went to Waterloo so I thought that would be easiest. To avoid blocking th doors I sat on the seats with my bike next to me, taking up 4 spaces. Suddenly we were in central London and it was 7pm and proper crowded. Going through Oxford Circus I thought I was going to get lynched, I kep my blushing face down and held my breath. At Waterloo I carried my bike up the escalators to the gates. The man looked incredulous at me "you know you'r not allowed your bike on this line love?" I didn't say anything, I was panting too hard, and in silence he just opened the gate and let me through.
it was ok then getting to East Croydon, where I banked on getting a taxi to my studio a 10 minute walk away, but, the taxi driver wouldn't take me as it was too close!!!! I was furious, and I regret not telling him what I thought of him. I dropped my stuff and fell over about 5 times on that 10 minute walk. The journey took over 3 hours and nearly killed me, and in hindsight, I feel like I worked really hard to get that stuff, and I deserve it. Humph.
Friday, 25 February 2011
Monday, 21 February 2011
too much stuff
Another weekend, another adventure.
I was preparing to go to Bristol and Bath with the AnaNichoola gloves to show to some of the cool bike shops there. I was combining the trip with a DH race, and aware that on Monday evening I'd have to be packed for a 3 day trip to Milton Keynes where I have a job promoting rollers by riding them. I've never ridden rollers. With a bit of forward thinking I got my boyf to fix up my track bike on Friday night (it's been in pieces since the mini drome) so I could have a quick practice/learn. But a load of things went wrong, and the bike wouldn't work and the series of events led to me sitting on the floor crying because I have too much stuff for 5 days worth of thinking and most of it doesn't work, or I can't do it, and it was a bit overwhelming. And I had a cold. And I'm just a bit of a cry baby. We decided that the track bike was now "good enough" but still a bit fucked, I guess I must have crashed it harder than I thought...
Apparently at 6 am the alarm went off. I disagree. So at 8am there was a rushed panic to the car. It actually turned out to be a fantastic day, meeting the people running independent bike shops and having great success with the gloves. Fingers crossed for 5 new stockists! TBA. As I had my meetings Ed wandered around the towns patiently, we had packed lunch ready in the car (cheese and pickle rolls) and finally ended up the day in the Mud Dock bike cafe. As it got dark next to the river we had a beer and a wine, it's a really, really great place and I recommend anyone to go there.
We met our hosts for the night, my team mate Wiesia's best friends. I'd never met them, but they let us stay in exchange for a dinner of carbonara and Jamaca cake and custard for desert. It was nice to meet some new, lovely people and chill out somewhere different.
The next day was down hill day. I had google searched "down hill near bristol" and was delighted with the result. The Black Canon Collective is one of the best things I have discovered recently, it's like a club for people who want to ride in Frome. The guy that runs it was really welcoming and ensured that we found it ok and the kids that populate it are friendly, chipping in to help mark out their local course and making sure that no litter was left around. You get given a timing watch and time yourself on the run, using honesty to write down your time. I dragged my boyf into racing, he doesn't own a mountain bike (well, he does now, he just bought on on ebay) and I was quite upset that he was hot on my heels. I feel really lucky to date a bloke who is proud when I beat him in a male dominated event, and instead of just leaving me to it, he gets stuck in and gets involved. There aren't many guys like that. And he's really good looking, so it's a double bonus. We both beat a few people, there were no girls there which was a shame. On my final run I crashed on some roots and crushed my fingers under my body armour. I stood up and felt the familiar heat-wave of pain flow through me, I thought they were broken. But then I remembered being laughed at by Louise when I thought that before. They are just bruised, but bruised black and gooooood.
So now it's monday night, I have black fingers and instead of recording my life I really should go and learn how to ride rollers in time for tomorrow morning. Wish me luck!
I was preparing to go to Bristol and Bath with the AnaNichoola gloves to show to some of the cool bike shops there. I was combining the trip with a DH race, and aware that on Monday evening I'd have to be packed for a 3 day trip to Milton Keynes where I have a job promoting rollers by riding them. I've never ridden rollers. With a bit of forward thinking I got my boyf to fix up my track bike on Friday night (it's been in pieces since the mini drome) so I could have a quick practice/learn. But a load of things went wrong, and the bike wouldn't work and the series of events led to me sitting on the floor crying because I have too much stuff for 5 days worth of thinking and most of it doesn't work, or I can't do it, and it was a bit overwhelming. And I had a cold. And I'm just a bit of a cry baby. We decided that the track bike was now "good enough" but still a bit fucked, I guess I must have crashed it harder than I thought...
Apparently at 6 am the alarm went off. I disagree. So at 8am there was a rushed panic to the car. It actually turned out to be a fantastic day, meeting the people running independent bike shops and having great success with the gloves. Fingers crossed for 5 new stockists! TBA. As I had my meetings Ed wandered around the towns patiently, we had packed lunch ready in the car (cheese and pickle rolls) and finally ended up the day in the Mud Dock bike cafe. As it got dark next to the river we had a beer and a wine, it's a really, really great place and I recommend anyone to go there.
We met our hosts for the night, my team mate Wiesia's best friends. I'd never met them, but they let us stay in exchange for a dinner of carbonara and Jamaca cake and custard for desert. It was nice to meet some new, lovely people and chill out somewhere different.
So now it's monday night, I have black fingers and instead of recording my life I really should go and learn how to ride rollers in time for tomorrow morning. Wish me luck!
Monday, 31 January 2011
Racing up a hill then down a hill
Packing the car for the weekend was tricky, I needed my cross bike, skinsuit, different pedals, my Mums shoes, my boyfriends wheels, warm clothes, MTB shoes, SPD pedals, full face, body armour, goggles, make-up, baggy DH kit, track pump, pedal spanner, wallet, car key, sat nav, phone, 3 postcodes....I see now it'd have been a lot easier if i wrote this list BEFORE I left. I picked up the wheels from Ed's, which he horribly hadn't told me were punctured. But I gave myself 3 1/2 hours to do a 2 hour journey to the Hill Chasers in Bristol. It wasn't enough.
Sat Nav nearly blew a fit in the tight town centre, my sponsor Jimmy was on loudspeaker on my phone trying to give directions from Salisbury.I eventually parked up, abandoned ship and ran to registration with 10 minutes to spare until the riders briefing. I was panicing as my bike wasn't ready and I had no time, so Red Bull very kindly gave me 2 hot guys to serve me!! Once I stopped staring at them I gave them their instructions
"here's my car key, my car is grey and parked up the hill on a road called Elm...something, which is off another road off the one way system. Open the car get the bike, the spare wheels, helmet, shoes, the big bag of stuff that are in the boot and the pedals, inner tube and spanner that are in the drivers door pocket."
Nearly 45 minutes later they returned, sweating heavily (mmm) dumping my stuff and swearing that they would no way help me bring it back up!
I missed practice run.
I changed the pedals and pumped up the tyres, but had no time to put on the road wheels as I meant mending a puncture. Knobblies it was. Fuck it, I was racing Danny Mackaskill on his trials bike!
We were the last to race, Danny trashed me, with two nuts pedals turns from the start and holding the same distance all the way up. Once at the top of the hill, and I was knocked out of the race he said "I hate competitions, I don't enjoy this at all" "thanks" I said "I love competitions, I'd have loved to go through and carry on racing, so really, you should have let me win and then we'd both be happy."
It was very exciting though, because my two very cool freinds from London, Ben and Claire, were there. Ben the Superior (the lesser known son of Adam as appointed by Aslan) knocked out the urban hill climb champion and made it through to 3rd place!
Red Bull put on a lovely spread, fruit salad and free drinks for the riders. No drinking for me though, I had to get to Triscombe. But I'd forgotten to take downt the address that was in a faecbook message. A helpful stranger let me use his internet phone to access it, but it wouldn't let me login from a strange location. My parents were out, so I couldn't call them. Some lateral thinking was needed. Suddenly I spotted Helpful Jamie, a boy I met on a surf trip. "Call my brother" he said "he's in the hotel room on a laptop" "Hi Ben, I'm Anna, Helpful Jamies friend, can you help me please" we painstakingly talked trhough all the security questions and I ended up with the address. They really are a helpful family.
but the drama wasn't over yet. As I sat in traffic, typing the address into Sat Nav, not paying attention to the crawling cars around me, BANG, I slammed into the car in front. We jumped out "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" "what are you doing!??! Did you fall asleep??" No damage done. Thank god.
Idrove for about an hour and a half, it was nearly midnight, I was 15 minutes away, then sat nav went mad again. It can't cope with cities, or quiet roads. I drove down some pitch black lanes, no sat nav and no phone signal and a newly acquired fear of grizzly bears. My car also ahs a habit of breaking down. I was getting quite frightened. I knocked at a small house that still had it's lights on, a young couple came out and gave me directions as best they could. I ended up in a village, where i suddenly had some signal, I made a quick phone call to John, got directions and my phone died. If i didn't make it now, I never would.
At nearly one am I arrived at my sleeping place. Everything is always ok, I have learnt this to be true, so I really should stop getting into such a flap when things go wrong.
Day 2. The descent.
I got lent a downhill bike. A vary good Intense 951. I no bike genius, but I do know that when a bike is set up for a 6ft, 14stone man, and the suspension and saddle hiehgt can't be adjusted, that I'm in trouble. I've never ridden a DH bike before, so I was feeling rather unsteady. Out of curiosity I sat on the handle bars, the shock moved down by about an inch.
However, I had a bike I had an entry, I was happy with that. I did 5 practice runs, and that really helped. I'd prefer to get to a DH race and practice the day before in future though. I felt slow and coulnd't get the flow going, a French racer (placed 12th in French rankings I have since found out) was my only competition. Some other girls who had signed on, and even turned up, didn;t race, which I thought was a big shame when the women's scene needs so much support. Ah well, at least I'd podium!
In fact, I won, beating marjorie by 3 seconds. I was really pleased, I also beat about 20 men. But I wasn't satisfied, I want a bike that fits and is adjusted to me, and I want to get midfield in the men at a local race. I want to know how good I can be, and without the right equipment I'll never know.
Sat Nav nearly blew a fit in the tight town centre, my sponsor Jimmy was on loudspeaker on my phone trying to give directions from Salisbury.I eventually parked up, abandoned ship and ran to registration with 10 minutes to spare until the riders briefing. I was panicing as my bike wasn't ready and I had no time, so Red Bull very kindly gave me 2 hot guys to serve me!! Once I stopped staring at them I gave them their instructions
"here's my car key, my car is grey and parked up the hill on a road called Elm...something, which is off another road off the one way system. Open the car get the bike, the spare wheels, helmet, shoes, the big bag of stuff that are in the boot and the pedals, inner tube and spanner that are in the drivers door pocket."
Nearly 45 minutes later they returned, sweating heavily (mmm) dumping my stuff and swearing that they would no way help me bring it back up!
I missed practice run.
I changed the pedals and pumped up the tyres, but had no time to put on the road wheels as I meant mending a puncture. Knobblies it was. Fuck it, I was racing Danny Mackaskill on his trials bike!
We were the last to race, Danny trashed me, with two nuts pedals turns from the start and holding the same distance all the way up. Once at the top of the hill, and I was knocked out of the race he said "I hate competitions, I don't enjoy this at all" "thanks" I said "I love competitions, I'd have loved to go through and carry on racing, so really, you should have let me win and then we'd both be happy."
It was very exciting though, because my two very cool freinds from London, Ben and Claire, were there. Ben the Superior (the lesser known son of Adam as appointed by Aslan) knocked out the urban hill climb champion and made it through to 3rd place!
Red Bull put on a lovely spread, fruit salad and free drinks for the riders. No drinking for me though, I had to get to Triscombe. But I'd forgotten to take downt the address that was in a faecbook message. A helpful stranger let me use his internet phone to access it, but it wouldn't let me login from a strange location. My parents were out, so I couldn't call them. Some lateral thinking was needed. Suddenly I spotted Helpful Jamie, a boy I met on a surf trip. "Call my brother" he said "he's in the hotel room on a laptop" "Hi Ben, I'm Anna, Helpful Jamies friend, can you help me please" we painstakingly talked trhough all the security questions and I ended up with the address. They really are a helpful family.
but the drama wasn't over yet. As I sat in traffic, typing the address into Sat Nav, not paying attention to the crawling cars around me, BANG, I slammed into the car in front. We jumped out "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" "what are you doing!??! Did you fall asleep??" No damage done. Thank god.
Idrove for about an hour and a half, it was nearly midnight, I was 15 minutes away, then sat nav went mad again. It can't cope with cities, or quiet roads. I drove down some pitch black lanes, no sat nav and no phone signal and a newly acquired fear of grizzly bears. My car also ahs a habit of breaking down. I was getting quite frightened. I knocked at a small house that still had it's lights on, a young couple came out and gave me directions as best they could. I ended up in a village, where i suddenly had some signal, I made a quick phone call to John, got directions and my phone died. If i didn't make it now, I never would.
At nearly one am I arrived at my sleeping place. Everything is always ok, I have learnt this to be true, so I really should stop getting into such a flap when things go wrong.
Day 2. The descent.
I got lent a downhill bike. A vary good Intense 951. I no bike genius, but I do know that when a bike is set up for a 6ft, 14stone man, and the suspension and saddle hiehgt can't be adjusted, that I'm in trouble. I've never ridden a DH bike before, so I was feeling rather unsteady. Out of curiosity I sat on the handle bars, the shock moved down by about an inch.
However, I had a bike I had an entry, I was happy with that. I did 5 practice runs, and that really helped. I'd prefer to get to a DH race and practice the day before in future though. I felt slow and coulnd't get the flow going, a French racer (placed 12th in French rankings I have since found out) was my only competition. Some other girls who had signed on, and even turned up, didn;t race, which I thought was a big shame when the women's scene needs so much support. Ah well, at least I'd podium!
In fact, I won, beating marjorie by 3 seconds. I was really pleased, I also beat about 20 men. But I wasn't satisfied, I want a bike that fits and is adjusted to me, and I want to get midfield in the men at a local race. I want to know how good I can be, and without the right equipment I'll never know.
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
OPening my eyes to different ways to enjoy my bike.
www.ananichoola.co.uk
Well this week I've done plenty more cycling, although I was still ill all week. Still ill all, that doesn't look english. I was teaching cycling every day but one, when I was doing a photoshoot. We took the kids out in pouring rain for the first hour of their lesson, then took them back and made them hot chocolate for the second hour. It was really pleasant, and the kids were great, as all kids are in Kenley. On the way home from work on Friday I decided to go for a sprint up a small hill near me, so I got as much speed as I could out of the corner at the botton, stood up out of the saddle, pulled up on my pedal and my cleat slipped out launching me over the handle bars!! I lay in the road for a bit until an old lady turned the corner and I had to get up so that she didn't think I was dead. Injury pics coming soon.
I have a bruise the size of both my palms on my thigh and bloody elbows. I learnt something from this though. Like, yeah, it hurt, I'm not saying it didn't, but it reminded me that falling over and hurting yourself a bit is ok. Kids do it all the time, and I know that adults are heavier and have further to fall, but still, the fear of falling is not worth the reality. Falling over and cutting and bruising yourself is OK. Trust me.
The next day I entered the Women's National Track omnium at Herne Hill Velodrome. I didn't realise it was a Nationals. I just thought it was a local race because it was local. It was my first track race in ten years, and at one point I felt so nervous I thought that I was going to get sick. I didn't have a chance to warm up because I was late, so Simon let me use his rollers. I've never been on rollers before. They're 3 plastic cylinders that lie in a frame and spin under your wheels, a bit like a running machine. You have no support and just have to go faster to avoid falling off. Simon took most of my body weight, until I was given great advice "Look ahead and wiggle your fingers," it really works!!
There were about 20 women there, which was amazing and inspiring! Some of the young girls are already really fast at only 14. Our local Estelle Rogers was storming and as a fairly unknown name I think she took a lot of people by surprise. I did a few sprints and a scratch race, I also did the pursuit but it was so boring I forgot to start when the gun went and nearly fell asleep doing my4 lonely laps. The other races were awesome though and I've signed up to do another one in 3 weeks, to try and beat my last place position!
Sunday offered me more riding- this time I made it to the bicycle ballet rehersal on the right day. www.bicycleballet.co.uk. I met up with a bunch of performers in a tennis court in Woking- who were all delighfully friendly and welcoming. The volunteers included me, a retired gentlman, a Woking coucil member who was forced into it, and a curly haired girl called Marigold. We had to practice a routine that we sort-of made up together, and then put it to music. It was sweltering hot, and we all hand our clothes rolled up to almost nothing (I just wanted to show-off my bruise).
It was a geat 2 hours well-spent. I met a bunch of people who had a TOTALLY different outlook on cycling. They had a mix of bikes, just whatever they had at home and a range of cycling skills. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe people showing-off and doing tricks. But it was much calmer than that, it was about entertainment, interest and making shapes. Each performer had their chance to shine with solo part, but the best bit was watching them snake around in tight circles with perfect timing. It wasn't mindblowing, it was more mesmerising, a soft pleasure for your eyes.
We had to do the real thing in Woking town centre on Tuesday in front of lunching office workers. I got given a really cool green satin scarf that tied up with wire, making it stand back and looking like it was billowing. I loved it!! We got to watch the whole 20 minute performance, which had a vague storyline, before our moment of glory right at the end. It was lovely and really good fun, opening my eyes to a different way to enjoy my bicycle.
I also had a stall in Woking for the Tour Series, that I manned along with my brow-beaten mother. No-one else could work since it was on a weekday. We had a nice time though, and sold a few bits and pieces all the while getting opinions on female cycle clothing and hearing everyones stories. I must say that there were a few grumpy women cyclists in Woking. One woman nearly spat at me when I told her what we were about and said "I don't cycle with women!" Which I think is a great shame to completely rule other women out and dismiss them as worthwhile riders. I bet she's not even that good! We also got a couple of women to start having cycling lessons, becauase they've always wanted to but are nervous now that they are adults. It was wonderful to meet them and my fingers are crossed that they join all the other new cyclists who are being given the opportunity at the moment.
We watched the race, which was won by a Rapha Condor guy who lead the race before as well. It was a tight course, with fast corners and more than one crash. The crowd was huge and with the warm evening and excited atmosphere it was like being on holiday. I'm happy that Britain is starting to put on more events like this, it was clear that the public loved it and the work the Woking council put it was well worth it. The best part was oogling the lycra-clad cycling teams with their oiled legs. Me, my mum and 2 ladys in the cafe really appreciated the view from behind the interviewing stand, mmm!
Well this week I've done plenty more cycling, although I was still ill all week. Still ill all, that doesn't look english. I was teaching cycling every day but one, when I was doing a photoshoot. We took the kids out in pouring rain for the first hour of their lesson, then took them back and made them hot chocolate for the second hour. It was really pleasant, and the kids were great, as all kids are in Kenley. On the way home from work on Friday I decided to go for a sprint up a small hill near me, so I got as much speed as I could out of the corner at the botton, stood up out of the saddle, pulled up on my pedal and my cleat slipped out launching me over the handle bars!! I lay in the road for a bit until an old lady turned the corner and I had to get up so that she didn't think I was dead. Injury pics coming soon.
I have a bruise the size of both my palms on my thigh and bloody elbows. I learnt something from this though. Like, yeah, it hurt, I'm not saying it didn't, but it reminded me that falling over and hurting yourself a bit is ok. Kids do it all the time, and I know that adults are heavier and have further to fall, but still, the fear of falling is not worth the reality. Falling over and cutting and bruising yourself is OK. Trust me.
The next day I entered the Women's National Track omnium at Herne Hill Velodrome. I didn't realise it was a Nationals. I just thought it was a local race because it was local. It was my first track race in ten years, and at one point I felt so nervous I thought that I was going to get sick. I didn't have a chance to warm up because I was late, so Simon let me use his rollers. I've never been on rollers before. They're 3 plastic cylinders that lie in a frame and spin under your wheels, a bit like a running machine. You have no support and just have to go faster to avoid falling off. Simon took most of my body weight, until I was given great advice "Look ahead and wiggle your fingers," it really works!!
There were about 20 women there, which was amazing and inspiring! Some of the young girls are already really fast at only 14. Our local Estelle Rogers was storming and as a fairly unknown name I think she took a lot of people by surprise. I did a few sprints and a scratch race, I also did the pursuit but it was so boring I forgot to start when the gun went and nearly fell asleep doing my4 lonely laps. The other races were awesome though and I've signed up to do another one in 3 weeks, to try and beat my last place position!
Sunday offered me more riding- this time I made it to the bicycle ballet rehersal on the right day. www.bicycleballet.co.uk. I met up with a bunch of performers in a tennis court in Woking- who were all delighfully friendly and welcoming. The volunteers included me, a retired gentlman, a Woking coucil member who was forced into it, and a curly haired girl called Marigold. We had to practice a routine that we sort-of made up together, and then put it to music. It was sweltering hot, and we all hand our clothes rolled up to almost nothing (I just wanted to show-off my bruise).
It was a geat 2 hours well-spent. I met a bunch of people who had a TOTALLY different outlook on cycling. They had a mix of bikes, just whatever they had at home and a range of cycling skills. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe people showing-off and doing tricks. But it was much calmer than that, it was about entertainment, interest and making shapes. Each performer had their chance to shine with solo part, but the best bit was watching them snake around in tight circles with perfect timing. It wasn't mindblowing, it was more mesmerising, a soft pleasure for your eyes.
We had to do the real thing in Woking town centre on Tuesday in front of lunching office workers. I got given a really cool green satin scarf that tied up with wire, making it stand back and looking like it was billowing. I loved it!! We got to watch the whole 20 minute performance, which had a vague storyline, before our moment of glory right at the end. It was lovely and really good fun, opening my eyes to a different way to enjoy my bicycle.
I also had a stall in Woking for the Tour Series, that I manned along with my brow-beaten mother. No-one else could work since it was on a weekday. We had a nice time though, and sold a few bits and pieces all the while getting opinions on female cycle clothing and hearing everyones stories. I must say that there were a few grumpy women cyclists in Woking. One woman nearly spat at me when I told her what we were about and said "I don't cycle with women!" Which I think is a great shame to completely rule other women out and dismiss them as worthwhile riders. I bet she's not even that good! We also got a couple of women to start having cycling lessons, becauase they've always wanted to but are nervous now that they are adults. It was wonderful to meet them and my fingers are crossed that they join all the other new cyclists who are being given the opportunity at the moment.
We watched the race, which was won by a Rapha Condor guy who lead the race before as well. It was a tight course, with fast corners and more than one crash. The crowd was huge and with the warm evening and excited atmosphere it was like being on holiday. I'm happy that Britain is starting to put on more events like this, it was clear that the public loved it and the work the Woking council put it was well worth it. The best part was oogling the lycra-clad cycling teams with their oiled legs. Me, my mum and 2 ladys in the cafe really appreciated the view from behind the interviewing stand, mmm!
Monday, 25 May 2009
Thank you to the extention lead inventor
Last Thursday I went to Skaterham, and was pretty bummed about my riding. I was told to stop being so impatient and that I can't improve every time I go, that sometimes you get to a level and stay at it before you take the next step. I know this. I just don't like it.
I convinced my boyfriend Ed to do a race in Hove Park last Friday because I was visiting my cousin at Brighton uni so I thought it would be good. But it pissed it down with rain, Ed finished looking like he'd just done a cyclo-cross race and nearly got blown off the path, and my cousin was cold, wet and unhappy. I felt quite guilty. But I got us all some wine (that Ed doesn't drink) and felt better about it. I then chose not to do track on Saturday morning because it would probably rain and it was far more fun to stay at cousin Alex's. The next day was beautifully sunny, so I felt bad again. We rode 3 miles into Brighton for the town festival and got given free cream teas at a nice cafe.
When I got home I was told that no-one went to track because it had been raining North of the Downs. Nice one :-)
I can't remember much else about my week. I was doing cycle training at some schools, 3 sessions a day, plus the extra session I always have in my head when I fall asleep because my brain has become so repetative. The best part was when I saw a year 7 girl that I taught at the end of her last lesson cycling home EXACTLY how she'd been taught. It was awesome!
Then my article in surf girl mag came out, written and photographed by Kate Czuczman. She's really talented. I was so excited to see it, right there, a full page spread on page number 24! Raising money for the RNLI by doing something amazingly fun and cool- cycle surfing! www.justgiving.com/cyclesurfing
Saurday I did track, but was a bit ill so I only did about 10 laps. I hung around and chatted to people though, which was very nice.
Sunday was a funny sort-of day, I can't decide if I loved it or hated it. At the beginning I loved it because I fell in love with the person who invented the extenstion lead. It meant that I could sew in the sun and I suddenly didn't hate sewing anymore. Then I got in the car, which took all my mental strength on such a hot day, only to find that someone had stolen my petrol whist I had slept!! I was on my way to bicycle ballet in Woking. Yes, that's rights BICYCLE BALLET! I didn't know what it's all about, and I still don't know what it's all about, because I got there to be told that I had the wrong day and that it's next week.
So I drove an hour home (still in the sun) jumped on my bike and gunned it the Herne Hill for the London Fixed Gear and Single Speed race day. It sounded so fun and I really wanted to get there, I was snarling at all the red lights. I got there 3 and a half hours late and was told that I couldn't ride. Bum bums. So I was given a beer, and watched the last couple of races. We all went to the pub after and I met some lovely people who talked about bikes, and just generally doing stuff. I like people who do stuff. I was flattered to cause a bit of a stir with my bike part Brierley jewellery and SPD high-heels. I gave out a few cards and went home to bed. Sad that I hadn't done any proper riding all weekend, but happy that I hadn't really noticed.
I convinced my boyfriend Ed to do a race in Hove Park last Friday because I was visiting my cousin at Brighton uni so I thought it would be good. But it pissed it down with rain, Ed finished looking like he'd just done a cyclo-cross race and nearly got blown off the path, and my cousin was cold, wet and unhappy. I felt quite guilty. But I got us all some wine (that Ed doesn't drink) and felt better about it. I then chose not to do track on Saturday morning because it would probably rain and it was far more fun to stay at cousin Alex's. The next day was beautifully sunny, so I felt bad again. We rode 3 miles into Brighton for the town festival and got given free cream teas at a nice cafe.
When I got home I was told that no-one went to track because it had been raining North of the Downs. Nice one :-)
I can't remember much else about my week. I was doing cycle training at some schools, 3 sessions a day, plus the extra session I always have in my head when I fall asleep because my brain has become so repetative. The best part was when I saw a year 7 girl that I taught at the end of her last lesson cycling home EXACTLY how she'd been taught. It was awesome!
Then my article in surf girl mag came out, written and photographed by Kate Czuczman. She's really talented. I was so excited to see it, right there, a full page spread on page number 24! Raising money for the RNLI by doing something amazingly fun and cool- cycle surfing! www.justgiving.com/cyclesurfing
Saurday I did track, but was a bit ill so I only did about 10 laps. I hung around and chatted to people though, which was very nice.
Sunday was a funny sort-of day, I can't decide if I loved it or hated it. At the beginning I loved it because I fell in love with the person who invented the extenstion lead. It meant that I could sew in the sun and I suddenly didn't hate sewing anymore. Then I got in the car, which took all my mental strength on such a hot day, only to find that someone had stolen my petrol whist I had slept!! I was on my way to bicycle ballet in Woking. Yes, that's rights BICYCLE BALLET! I didn't know what it's all about, and I still don't know what it's all about, because I got there to be told that I had the wrong day and that it's next week.
So I drove an hour home (still in the sun) jumped on my bike and gunned it the Herne Hill for the London Fixed Gear and Single Speed race day. It sounded so fun and I really wanted to get there, I was snarling at all the red lights. I got there 3 and a half hours late and was told that I couldn't ride. Bum bums. So I was given a beer, and watched the last couple of races. We all went to the pub after and I met some lovely people who talked about bikes, and just generally doing stuff. I like people who do stuff. I was flattered to cause a bit of a stir with my bike part Brierley jewellery and SPD high-heels. I gave out a few cards and went home to bed. Sad that I hadn't done any proper riding all weekend, but happy that I hadn't really noticed.
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Legs like a little boys
This has been a great riding week so far, I'm going back to my roots!
At Herne Hill on Saturday I had a good training ride, I stayed riding for about an hr and a half but packed it in before the races started. It was particularly exciting this week because Sam Hart, a London fixie rider, came down to take portrait photographs for Cooler Magazine. I also had a stall set up. The sun didn't exactly shine, but it was warm and pleasant enough. There were a good few girls riding, and a very friendly gang they were indeed.
And if I hadn't had enough, I got on my BMX and headed over to the rollapaluza photoshoot that evening. I raced against the legendary Estelle, who is immensley strong and probably unbeatable. I was well happy with my first ride where I did 23.98 seconds, albeit accompanied by yelping noises that I couldn't control. For those of you who aren't aware of Rollapaluza visit www.rollapaluza.com. They hold races on static bikes that are rigged up to a timer, 2 people race at a time, side by side. A crowd gathers around and scream at you to ride faster and harder until you think you are going to die. It is without doubt the most painful thing I have ever done. Its wicked! See the "making of" pictures at http://www.flickr.com/photos/creativeexposures/sets/72157617858194081/
At the back of the studio I got chatting to lots of cool people, who were all bike fanatics. We practised tricks on the fixed wheels and BMX's lying around, and I still have a beautiful bruise on my knee from it.
When playing badminton in the garden on Sunday it was pointed out to me that I have legs like a little boys, with their fading yellow bruises, giant new purple bruises and cuts and scratches.
For the rest of the week I have been working from home. Spending countless hours on the internet and making phonecalls. Which reminds me, I need to call the dentist. To keep me sane and to clear my head I went out for a BMX ride on Tuesday. I think that there is a bug (no, not swine flu) going around, and I barely had eaten anything when I went out. My mate Deke and I explored the local area, now that we can't go to our local skatepark because people, Deke included, keep getting attacked by a gang with knives. We found some halfpipes dotted around the place and a run down dirt-jump place in the woods. I decided to try and clear a small gap jump, it really was tiny, but the gap on the other side although it wasn't wide was very deep, you could almost call it a void. I reckon. So I amped myself up and gunned it down the start slope, pulling up massively in a panic. I landed on my back wheel, which rolled out from beneath me and I dropped cartoon-style onto my bum and coxix. I nearly cried, but was too winded to get the tears out. After that, combined with not having eaten, I got very shakey and we decided to call it a day and head to Deke's mums house, who brought us tea, buscuits, sweets and breadpudding.
I headed to Crystal Palace in the evening to watch my big bro and my Dad race. I also wanted to talk the girls there into doing the Smithfield Nocturne. Rebecca Charlton and I came to a "if you will, I will" arrangement, and have managed to convice a few others to give it a go. It will be my first race in 8 years! I should get some training in, and stop just messing around trying to do tricks.
Although Thursday night is BMX night at Skaterham, so I suppose I'll have to start training another day.
At Herne Hill on Saturday I had a good training ride, I stayed riding for about an hr and a half but packed it in before the races started. It was particularly exciting this week because Sam Hart, a London fixie rider, came down to take portrait photographs for Cooler Magazine. I also had a stall set up. The sun didn't exactly shine, but it was warm and pleasant enough. There were a good few girls riding, and a very friendly gang they were indeed.
And if I hadn't had enough, I got on my BMX and headed over to the rollapaluza photoshoot that evening. I raced against the legendary Estelle, who is immensley strong and probably unbeatable. I was well happy with my first ride where I did 23.98 seconds, albeit accompanied by yelping noises that I couldn't control. For those of you who aren't aware of Rollapaluza visit www.rollapaluza.com. They hold races on static bikes that are rigged up to a timer, 2 people race at a time, side by side. A crowd gathers around and scream at you to ride faster and harder until you think you are going to die. It is without doubt the most painful thing I have ever done. Its wicked! See the "making of" pictures at http://www.flickr.com/photos/creativeexposures/sets/72157617858194081/
At the back of the studio I got chatting to lots of cool people, who were all bike fanatics. We practised tricks on the fixed wheels and BMX's lying around, and I still have a beautiful bruise on my knee from it.
When playing badminton in the garden on Sunday it was pointed out to me that I have legs like a little boys, with their fading yellow bruises, giant new purple bruises and cuts and scratches.
For the rest of the week I have been working from home. Spending countless hours on the internet and making phonecalls. Which reminds me, I need to call the dentist. To keep me sane and to clear my head I went out for a BMX ride on Tuesday. I think that there is a bug (no, not swine flu) going around, and I barely had eaten anything when I went out. My mate Deke and I explored the local area, now that we can't go to our local skatepark because people, Deke included, keep getting attacked by a gang with knives. We found some halfpipes dotted around the place and a run down dirt-jump place in the woods. I decided to try and clear a small gap jump, it really was tiny, but the gap on the other side although it wasn't wide was very deep, you could almost call it a void. I reckon. So I amped myself up and gunned it down the start slope, pulling up massively in a panic. I landed on my back wheel, which rolled out from beneath me and I dropped cartoon-style onto my bum and coxix. I nearly cried, but was too winded to get the tears out. After that, combined with not having eaten, I got very shakey and we decided to call it a day and head to Deke's mums house, who brought us tea, buscuits, sweets and breadpudding.
I headed to Crystal Palace in the evening to watch my big bro and my Dad race. I also wanted to talk the girls there into doing the Smithfield Nocturne. Rebecca Charlton and I came to a "if you will, I will" arrangement, and have managed to convice a few others to give it a go. It will be my first race in 8 years! I should get some training in, and stop just messing around trying to do tricks.
Although Thursday night is BMX night at Skaterham, so I suppose I'll have to start training another day.
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Wet Friday meeting
So the Good Friday track meeting was rained off half-way through. After setting up my stall and having everything ready I was really gutted. We got to see Chris Newton take gold on the points race, but aside from that it wasn't the big day that we had all hoped for! Riders came from Italy and France, my brother trained through the Winter and there was the largest ever number of women racers...who were all left disappointed.
It is such a shame that the weather in England is so unpredictable, its holds us back on many things. The Brits are always talking about the weather, but it is something that makes or breaks a day and there is no way of knowing which way it it going to go.
Maybe we should all just take up mountain biking.
However, we did get t-shirts signed by the 4 biggest track stars at the event, which are on sale from the website.
It is such a shame that the weather in England is so unpredictable, its holds us back on many things. The Brits are always talking about the weather, but it is something that makes or breaks a day and there is no way of knowing which way it it going to go.
Maybe we should all just take up mountain biking.
However, we did get t-shirts signed by the 4 biggest track stars at the event, which are on sale from the website.
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