Every day I cycle to work.


I love it and I hate it.

I hate it because it’s not easy and I love it for the same reason.

I believe love hate relationships happens quite often in life but sometimes we fail to recognise the love part of the equation.


I’ll give you another example.

Every morning on my way in to work (at 5am – I like to point this out as it makes me seem more hardcore) I’m filled with a little trepidation as I’m not sure whether I’ll be involved in a race that morning.

If you’ve not read my previous blog about riding into work you can read it HERE but basically I often get overtaken by another rider.


It doesn’t happen every morning, on average, it occurs around twice a week but when it does happen, it’s slightly annoying.

You see this “other” cyclist has a nicer bike than I do.

I’m not using this as an excuse, ask any anyone in the know and they’ll tell you the equipment counts (ohh errr).

Anyway, it always happens at the same point, on my ride in, on the first hill.



I’m pumping away, going at what I consider a fairly good pace (and struggling a little) when this bald headed older guy, wearing all the correct kit on his flash bike, glides past me with what seems like very little effort.

We’ve never spoken to each other, there’s no start or finishing line, in fact there’s no course but make no bones about it, when we meet on that road, this is a race, he knows it and I know it and HE ALWAYS WINS!

Whenever this race occurs, he wins and loves it, I’m the runner up and I hate it… but I also love it. 



Because whenever this race occurs I cycle faster.

I become a better cyclist. I gives me a better work out and it knocks around two minutes off my journey.

I even learned to improve my bikes performance, by changing the tyres, which helped me go faster.

This technical enlightenment was born from this rivalry. 


When this competition isn’t there, it’s an easier ride but I’m not pushing myself, in short, I’m not improving.

The competition is good, it keeps me on my toes (even if my toes aren’t encased in a flash pair of click-in state of the art snazzy expensive cycle shoes).

It’s possible to love and to hate.


I hate the way this bald man beats me so effortlessly but I love the way it improves my performance.

One guaranteed way to improve your performance is to compete (even if the competition is  all in your head).



Last night I made a promise to myself to go for a run this morning.

I broke my promise.


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I got up at 8am and noticed snow flakes falling lazily through the air. The temperature was 2 degrees centigrade and the only bit of kit I had was a short sleeved shirt and shorts.

Surely two good reasons not to go for a run.

Anyway I got my kit on and stepped outside. Quickly feeling  the frosty air bite at my exposed skin, I briskly jumped back inside. “Maybe I’ll go tomorrow”, I said to Meagan and her mother.

They both laughed.


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I had breakfast and for the next few hours kept thinking, “Maybe I’ll still go”.

By 12:30pm, sick of my own procrastination I said, “Sod it” and thought, I’ll go for a small run and if I start dying of frost bite I’ll turn round and crawl back home.

At least I’ll have tried.

Even as I set off I keep thinking, “Am I cold enough to give up and go home yet?”

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So I did my 6 mile run, it was cold and I didn’t enjoy it but I felt great when I finished, plus I felt proud of myself that didn’t take the easy way out.

How would I have felt if I hadn’t done it, knowing full well I probably could’ve done it?

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The, “I’ll do a little bit”, is often a tactic I use when I don’t fancy going to the gym and I always end up doing a full work out.

But even if I only do a little bit, it’s better than doing nothing. 

So, when I have the choice in the future, I am always going to try to do something, as a little bit each day amounts to a lot over the years.

It’s the key to amazing results.


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An acorn grows by a tiny bit every day.

In fact its growth is hardly noticeable and yet it carries on doing the same thing, day in and day out, for years and years. By the time it’s 100 years of age it’s an immense immovable object.

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If you knew nothing about nature and an acorn could talk, then one day one of them said to you, “I’m going to be an oak tree one day”.

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Would you believe it could be done?

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