My plea fell on deaf ears – here it is again – no one get married in 2015. Please!

You may not remember, I sent out a plea “please no one else get married in the first six months of next year.” My plea fell on deaf ears it seems. So it’s back to the drawing board for next years cycling plans as one of our longest standing friends, I saw this chap born,

Mulled wine maketh a Cross rider

On a road bike there is no real packing order, everyone rides where ever in the pack, well bar the few slackers who hide at the back – yes we know you’re there 😉 This all changes when you go off-road – not ala Lance towards the end of the 2003 TdF stage into Gap

Never too old to cycle #space4cycling

Yesterdays commute home was special. Pedalling along Fulham road towards Parson Green, I had moved to the outside of the cars as there is a left turn the cars take. Many of the cars don’t indicate, nor look for cyclists on their inside before turning, so I take the safer, outside option. Yesterday was different.

Three Weddings and a Bike

Either I’m making a large deposit in the CarbonNeutral Bank or I am completely nuts. Yes I know most of you agree with the latter, dont worry I still love you even if you do. In my restless quest for finding some new challenges and having already done a few large rides, mostly in groups

#ParisRoubaix 2013 – I’ll have mine on the rocks

Last year I spent two weeks in the panic chamber, phaffing over bikes, kit, wheels and tyre pressure. It all went to plan and even my lightweight frame (mine not the bike) managed to glide across the cobbles unhindered. A year on and I couldn’t wait to get back on the cobbles, without doubt Paris

Marathon Season – happy days

It’s one of our favourite times of the year, Marathon Season. With close to ten years of treating injuries, fixing them feels like old hat, watching the process runners go through and the changes in their bodies is very interesting. We are very lucky to have runners coming to us at the start of their

Sports Massage – why we love our job!

Live to work, or work to live? Luckily I get to do both. Growing up playing sport (a total of 8 different sports in one school year), means sports has always played a huge part of my life, so finding a job so closely integrated into sport means my job is also my passion. Sports

What goes up, must come down…

…and up it went and down it came. 201km over some of the Tours great climbs, there was only ever going to be one way to describe this Etape: Tough. Four major climbs dotted the profile, but on closer inspection the flat sections were in fact gradual inclines to the base of the climbs. As

@raphacharlie Marigolds to a bike race?

Marigolds, quintessentially the domain of the domestic scene and not really the domestique seen (in them). The creme de la creme of washing up gloves, in a range of colours to suit your outfit of the day, they can be dressed up with some feathers on the cuff or perhaps a string of pearls. Neatly

2 down, 1 to go

The Etape-2 looms on the horizon, another epic stage of iconic Tour climbs, five in total, all of which I’ve ridden before. Where ignorance is bliss, knowing what lies up the road can burst that blissful bubble. So to keep the mind focussed I have a “top-tube timetable” (so to speak) giving me the heads