During the past weeks I have had the privilege of visiting Poland, Dubai, Vienna and Greece, and fortunate enough to mix work with pleasure and adventure on each trip. Travel has always been a passion of mine, there’s something so exciting about experiencing new cultures and exploring the amazing world we live in, and I feel incredibly blessed to be able to lead the life I do.
If you're a professional cyclist chances are you will have, at some stage of your career, spent several weeks accumulating winter miles on the island of Mallorca, with the added bonus of a warming sun on your back.
Whilst the Three Tours Challenge has only recently been made public I've known about it for some time now, and as such have been preparing accordingly, all the while trying to contain my excitement and keep my feet on the ground (or should that be in the pedals).
Growing up as children we are carefree, our dreams know no boundaries, our imaginations run wild, seemingly no limits to what we can achieve. Scoring the winning goal at the World Cup Final, a gold medal at the Olympics, the lead role in an epic Hollywood adventure, walking on the moon or winning the Tour de France.
On Saturday I successfully completed a huge goal of mine, I finished in the top 150 of one of the world’s toughest amateur cycling stage races, Haute Route Alps. A race that covered 800km over seven timed stages, taking competitors from Nice to Geneva on an epic journey through the heart of the Alps. And yet as I sit here five days later I feel lost and sad.