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Blowing out of my arse – Cannock Chase

The ride to Spain – somewhere in France

Me and Deb drive to Austria for the Salzkammergut Trophy. So proud of her to have taken part.

Early-morning lap of the Marin Trail, Llanwrst

Riding home from work the long way

One of my favourites – the Coed Y Brenin Enduro

The M3 Project running challenge ends early with an annoying injury

Yuki Ikeda – the winner of the Rumble in the Jungle

Salzkammergut Trophy – scenery, bikes and beer

Mull of Galloway wetsuit squadron

Mull of Galloway foghorn

Tea as far as the eye can see

Riding coast to coast to coast to coast across Scotland and Ireland with Sam, Guy, Geoff, Dave and Mike. If you’re going on a bike ride, do it with great people.

Rachael’s first night ride – Loving the Islabikes Pro Series Crieg 26. We even got chased by a dog

Port Logan

Filming Mountain Biking – The Untold British Story with Pip

Sri Lanka

Taking the solo win (and the case of bubbly) at Revolve24

Singlespeeding the local XC race

Dawn, Revolve24 at Brands Hatch

Relentless 24 – an unusually difficult weekend

Sam and Guy before they’ve fixed their makeup and hair – first light after a very cold overnight bivvy, somewhere in Scotland

Rumble in the Jungle selfie with Jonny

Manchester’s annual 3 inches of snow in January

Taking our newest family member, Millie, for a walk in Scotland during the hottest week….ever?

Rumble in the Jungle in Sri Lanka – an awesome experience and loads of friends made. Here’s me and my mate Albert. We’re on the same page.

Weekday post-bivvy ride to work

Halfway across France – somewhere on the Atlantic Coast

Rachael and the Islabikes Pro Series – a bike that’s improved her confidence massively

writing for Singletrack – love it

Eleanor learning essential life skills

I’m lucky to have the support of Santa Cruz and Jungle in the UK – here’s one of two carbon Highballs on the beach in Sri Lanka

Sod racing, let’s pose for an album cover – Fort William in October

The ride to Spain – somewhere in Normandy

The 3 Peaks Fell Race. Part of my annual routine.

So many people to thank for all of this – everyone at Jungle Imports and Santa Cruz for the support and amazing fast mountain bikes, Phil at Scott Sports UK for the bike that helped me win Revolve 24, Team JMC, Tom and the staff at Exposure Lights, Nils at Lyon for the brilliant Ortlieb bikepacking gear, Stevie at 2 Pure for keeping me stocked up with go-go-food, Chipps, Hannah and the gang at Singletrack Magazine for giving me chances to do cool things with very cool things, Steve and all at Islabikes, Phil Evans and Kate Hobson for the Sri Lanka experience that I’ll never forget, Sri Lankan Airlines for the Business Class flights with curry, all the curry chefs who’ve fed me in 2016, The Sleaford Mods, all my mates and to everyone out there that’s shouted ‘go on Jase’ from the side of a road or muddy field somewhere for the past 12 months.

No thanks to – angry French thugs, Spanish trains, crappy injuries.

Running (at least for an infrequent runner like me) is a gamble. You can do it for as long as you stay injury-free but if you’re unlucky, injury seems to strike decisively and without warning. One minute you’re trotting along pretending to be Mo Farah, the next you’re dragging your broken body home like a train wreck survivor. Something that would be a minor niggle when riding a bike seems to be a complete show-stopper in the world of running.

My 256 mile December challenge had lasted just 9 days before I picked up a muscle injury. I’ve done ‘something’ to my upper leg (ok my arse muscles in other words) that means I can’t run AT ALL. I can barely walk without pain and running, a whole week later, is still impossible.

So I’ve had to abandon it. I might have another go in January.

At least my bike still loves me.

In the meantime, Alan, Dave and Dean are still going and have just reached halfway! Remember they’re running for a great cause and imagine not having a roof over your head this Christmas (or at any time really). Drop them a few quid here.