Firstly, to clarify, I don’t consider myself to be a cyclist. I know a lot about cycling, I watch all the major tours and I’ve seen my fair share of stages live. With my husband, I own and run a cycling guesthouse providing catered and supported cycling holidays for individuals, friends, families, and large groups, but if someone asked my sport, I’d go with swimming, rather than cycling, even though over the last few years I’ve completed some pretty amazing cycling challenges over here in the Pyrenees.
I’m not really sure why I’m scared to admit that I’m a cyclist. Perhaps it’s because when I cycle, my aim is not to ride the furthest or the fastest, and I’m certainly not the fittest of any group I go out with but cycling really does appeal to me; the open roads, the wind in your face, the sense of achievement you only get when pushing yourself hard, the chance to accessorise your bike with a carefully matched outfit (or helmet at the very least)!
Over the last few years, I’ve been fortunate enough to cycle with lots of guests who have stayed with us at AYP and in 2019 I set myself the challenge of conquering some of the more difficult cols of the Pyrenees, inspired largely by some of our female cycling guests who had convinced me and given me the confidence to give it a go. For the last 2 years, I’ve slowly been gaining in confidence, and have had some interesting learning experiences. I’ve ridden up hills and down, inside and out, quickly and slowly, and achieved riding up several Pyrenean cols. When circumstances changed in March of last year though, as for everyone, my goals for the year, and my fitness regime had to adapt.