
Hard To Avoid Success
Sunday afternoon, pretty much anybody who has ever sat on two wheels was glued to a television somewhere while the titans of cycling took each other apart on the last stage of the Tour.
Former professional triathlete navigating life beyond sport writing about the honest work of building something new from the pieces of what came before.
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Sunday afternoon, pretty much anybody who has ever sat on two wheels was glued to a television somewhere while the titans of cycling took each other apart on the last stage of the Tour.

Running my second consecutive track session in what feels like at least a year brought back memories of a lot of days spent on what’s also known as the oval of truth.

I read a line recently and it’s offered me a fresh take on watching sports unfold this summer: genetics deals the hand, environment plays it.

A week in Italy has gone by at the precise moment the world seemingly decides to do the same.

All of Europe is scorching right now, and this weekend one of the classic races of the calendar walks straight into it: Frankfurt.

For most of my life, signing up for a race was the end of a long, sensible process.

Last Sunday in Hamburg, somewhere along the eastern part of the bike course, around a hundred athletes heard the sound nobody wants to hear at kilometre 60: pssssst.

Hamburg is calling this weekend and I dare say it has worked itself to be one of Europe’s triathlon capitals.

Let me start with an apology for missing last week’s edition.

Most people, when they hear the word talent, picture a physical thing.