To be still alive and in reasonable working order is probably my main achievement here. Repetitive cycling abuse in 24h Mountain Mayhems, sportives, and my school cycling proficiency test have all taken their toll. Born and raised near Boston in Lincolnshire, I have a physique honed to pick potatoes from fields – long back, short, stocky clod-hopper legs, banana fingers, and an efficient central heating system. This gives me a mean low profile on a road bike, and I’m in my element in the arctic; but with thighs like prize-winning marrows, my heat dissipation in the 30oC Pyrenean heat will not be the best.
Cystic fibrosis is a real stinker, but a genetic disorder we have a real chance of curing through science. To see science changing the lives of CF suffers would be a simply amazing thing. Oh and I’ll get to eat a COMPLETELY MASSIVE amount of patisserie products (eclairs, croissants, mille-feuille, macarons, religieuse, tarte tatin, cream horns, myrtle tartlets…).