GOING for a 4000-meter swim the morning before you race in the national championships isn’t the normal warm up for a time trial rider.
I HAD thought about writing my column this week from the Alps.
I'M waiting for the results of an MRI scan to let me know what the next year of my life will look like. The tension is now just too much.
THE streets outside are alive as I sit in an empty hospital waiting room.
HAVING clocked 800km on the bike here in Belgium it is time for the reality of life with a tumour to kick in.
AS the Para riders wrap up in Belgium and travel 6 hours to Elzach in the black forest for the second round of the UCI World Cup, I move from Ostend to Bruges to work on finding my cycling legs.
IT’S fair to say that sitting waiting for oncology and scans isn’t the best experience.
IT is likely this morning you woke up, either jumped out of bed or dragged yourself out and went about your morning routine running on auto pilot.
MONTHS of gym work have paid off for me in terms of my walking and not living in daily pain.
TOUGH, humble and a top class room mate.
