In a former life, I competed in professional level cycling races across the world. I rode Lands End to John o’ Groats (LEJOG) unaided, for fun. Then, I started a family, and quickly found that the hours I had available to me to train were significantly reduced.
The continuous juggling of family life means that I'm living in a perpetual state of catch up, rendering the mentality where 12 to 15 hours on the bike was a ‘recovery week’ a distant memory. Sure, there’s the world of indoor training to experiment with, or the option of disappearing into the darkness of dawn to be back from my ride at 7am, but neither meets my appetite for community and social interaction.
