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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.
One of my favourites – the Coed Y Brenin Enduro
Me and Deb drive to Austria for the Salzkammergut Trophy. So proud of her to have taken part.
Tea as far as the eye can see
Rachael and the Islabikes Pro Series – a bike that’s improved her confidence massively
Singlespeeding the local XC race
Riding home from work the long way
writing for Singletrack – love it
The 3 Peaks Fell Race. Part of my annual routine.
Salzkammergut Trophy – scenery, bikes and beer
Early-morning lap of the Marin Trail, Llanwrst
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
Taking our newest family member, Millie, for a walk in Scotland during the hottest week….ever?
Filming Mountain Biking – The Untold British Story with Pip
Taking the solo win (and the case of bubbly) at Revolve24
Sam and Guy before they’ve fixed their makeup and hair – first light after a very cold overnight bivvy, somewhere in Scotland
Blowing out of my arse – Cannock Chase
The ride to Spain – somewhere in France
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.
Mull of Galloway foghorn
The ride to Spain – somewhere in Normandy
Yuki Ikeda – the winner of the Rumble in the Jungle
Weekday post-bivvy ride to work
Dawn, Revolve24 at Brands Hatch
Relentless 24 – an unusually difficult weekend
The M3 Project running challenge ends early with an annoying injury
Sod racing, let’s pose for an album cover – Fort William in October
Rachael’s first night ride – Loving the Islabikes Pro Series Crieg 26. We even got chased by a dog
Eleanor learning essential life skills
Halfway across France – somewhere on the Atlantic Coast
Rumble in the Jungle selfie with Jonny
Mull of Galloway wetsuit squadron
Manchester’s annual 3 inches of snow in January
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.