
This Saturday saw me take part with four other members of the British Team in my hardest and most grueling charity event yet, raising money for Disability Snowsports UK and some much needed money for the underfunded British Disabled Ski Team.
The event took place in the Scottish Highlands and consisted of a 70 mile (nearly all uphill) bike ride from the bottom of Ben Nevis in Fort William and riding over 2500 feet across to Aviemore and the top of the Cairngorm Mountains.
It was really sunny on the train journey up giving me some hope that the weather meant we would be riding in good conditions. Of course that was short lived as when I woke early the rain and cloud looked liked it had settled in for the day.
Although I thought we would all try to stay together it seemed harder and everybody soon seemed to settle in to their own comfortable pace. Jane and Sean took the more steady approach while Russ, Ben Hooper (Development team) and I took the front. We managed to stick together most the way, except for the uphill where I felt my gym and Richmond Park training had really paid off.
At the first water stop, at around 15 miles, my left shoulder was already aching with most the way already having been all uphill. The rain didn’t seem to stop until around the 30 mile mark. But despite the rain the Scottish scenery was still breathtaking (or that could have been the hill I was going up at the time!)

After the lunch stop I seemed to get in to my rhythm. Having done over 50 miles, I smelt the finish with Aviemore getting closer I seemed to find another gear and push on. Knowing that I had the last good four miles steep uphill towards the bottom of the Aviemore Ski Hill I was trying to reserve some energy.
However by the time I had got to the bottom of the hill I had nothing left in me! Every muscle and bone ached. The pain in my left shoulder seemed to have gone as I warmed during the ride (as long as I kept moving) but the pain had moved down in to my elbow which ached with every movement and lactic acid was in every muscle telling me to stop.
It became a real mental game not knowing how far I had left to go but I know I wasn’t going to give up whatever it took. It was a real battle focusing on target to reach before having another rest. I seemed to only get eight to ten meters before having to stop for a couple of seconds.
Nearly half way up the hill Debbie arrived in the van to stay behind me and keep traffic from getting too close. Knowing I had that support really gave me that extra drive I needed.
Reaching the top was met by great relief and pride. After over 60 miles I had given nearly everything, body and mind, with not much left in me to get to the top of the last few miles and the satisfaction was well worth it. My joy and sense of pride was then doubled as one by one the rest of the team made it to the top having faced their own battle.
Bubbles flowed for a while before we were rewarded with the best prize for reaching the top… The ride back down (quickly followed by a couple of burgers!)
Thank you so much to the organisers of the event and volunteers for making it run so smoothly it was a horrible thing to go through yet amazing, enjoyable, painful and satisfying all at the same time!
I need to thank all those that helped get me in shape for this and the exciting season and world champs that now awaits us.