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Happy Snaps

Busy busy busy. Wedding, quit my job, full-time uni and a new cycling team. It would be fair to say that in the last month I haven’t had a spare second to scratch my bum let alone even think about writing a blog post. I have actually been riding a lot and even got a new road bike. I have been squeezing rides in at both ends of the day and have seen a lot of sunrises and sunsets lately! But today, with uni assignments breathing down my neck, I am again pressed for time. So, I’ll let the pictures do the talking.


Early morning ride through the Warrumbungle National Park


Autumn sunrise in Canberra

Autumn sunrise in Canberra

New bike!!!

Sexy new bike!!!

Stromlo sunset cruise

Stromlo sunset cruise


Watching and waiting

It has been nearly three months since I last posted I think, how time gets away! For me the last little while has been a strange combination of things I would not normally do.

A highlight was a full-on 10 day women’s road cycling camp at the AIS where we were not only lab rats for a calcium study, but were put through some full-contact skills (there were ambulances involved) and some hardcore riding too. Turns out I am as hopeless bunny hopping a gutter on a road bike as I am on a mountain bike! I could have told them that for free…

I was selected for a women’s development squad for road cycling; traveled to Perth for two weeks for work; haven’t touched my mtb for months and on top of all that have been busy organising our wedding.

Perth was a refreshing break, even if it was for work. It is a beautiful place where fantastic cycle paths link the city to the beach via scenic meandering along the Swan River. I think I could definitely live in Perth.


Once again winter has driven poor circulation-less me to the indoors and, with hideous chilblains and numb fingers, I have yet again become the June-July couch cyclist. Lots of dot following, lots of TV watching!

Tour Divide has come and gone with mixed emotions. Our Aussies went so incredibly well at the front end of the race; our buddies Jessie, Liam and Arran all gave stellar performances. The weather was very favourable this year for the TD riders and deep down I was sad about not being there. But now we have now turned our focus to a tour of another variety, Tour de France! Ah, isn’t it such a great month for bikes?

I’ve long since decided that WEMBO and 24hr racing is a passion in my mind but when I try and turn it into reality my body and uncoordinated self can’t handle it. So I have just been playing the waiting game. Waiting for something to come along and inspire me back into action.

And it just so happens that that ‘something’ unexpectedly fell in my lap last week and I jumped at the opportunity.

A few years ago Seb and I put Mongolia Bike Challenge back onto our ‘bucket list’ of events, when we decided instead to do Langkawi International Mtb Challenge. It was all booked and we were set to go straight after my 24 solo, but my shoulder disaster meant we actually ended up doing nothing. Neither of them.

That was until September 2013 , when we are going to Mongolia baby! Yeah!

Thanks to my amazing friend who gave up her chance to compete due to injury. It won’t be the same without you there and I don’t think I can live up to how well you performed when you raced it, but I’ll sure as heck give it my best shot!

Time for a month of serious hill training. In the mean time, here is something to give you all goosebumps and make you decide that you too in fact want to come race across the Siberian tundra!

Mountains for perspective

The worried emails were getting more frequent, so I thought it time to pull myself out of my big sulk and let people know that I am indeed alive and well (sort of). Maybe with a little more Christmas pudge and numb fingers than before the holidays, but I am back and eager to get writing (and riding) again!

Tales of our New Zealand Christmas adventures await, so while I gather my thoughts about what we have been up to here is something to whet the appetite.

I love mountains. I love everything about them. The challenge on the way up, the rewarding and most often breathtaking views at the top, the buzz you get coming back down again and the perspective they give to your life. How young, tiny and insignificant I seem compared to them. How they magically make all my worries seem so nonsensical.

NZ has some of the most spectacular mountains I have even seen. Here is a sneak peek of how we explored them.

Viewing mountains by boat.


There was hiking in the mountains.


There was  riding in the mountains.


Smiles in the mountains!


There was even a proposal in the mountains 🙂

Proposals in the mountains!!

Hiking the Milford Track will be instalment number one. Thanks goodness it is a public holiday tomorrow, time to get writing!!

BB .

Love the ‘Berra – why would you live anywhere else?

The Seb spends a lot of time contemplating his surrounds. 

In weighing up the pros and cons of living where he chooses to live, he invariably comes to the conclusion that Canberra is the best city for him. Whilst he does not claim to have lived or visited every place on the planet, he does bring some experience to the table having travelled somewhat and lived in three countries and three States of Australia during his twenty-something years. Travel can be fun, stimulating, challenging and inspiring but nothing quite beats the feeling of coming over the hill to see Black Mountain Tower appear in the distance and knowing you’re home.

Speccy view from the National Arboretum

The Seb has everything he needs in the ‘Bra: hills to ride up, lakes to paddle in, forests to get lost running in, spreadsheets needing to be built, friends to drink coffee with (as well as Martin), parents to make him dinner and a wonderful girlfriend to tuck him into bed at night. Here his inner Neanderthal can feel connected with nature and unconstrained by the world around him. A 20 minute drive will ensure he is on the other side of the city (or out of the State) and he doesn’t waste away his life sitting in traffic.

A quick comparison of commutability serves as a useful paradigm for why The Seb lives where he lives.

In Canberra, he can bounce out of bed and roll out his driveway, 2 minutes down the road and he can enjoy a 30 minute cruise to the office along quiet bike paths skirting the lake. During his stint in one of Australia’s largest cities that shall remain nameless, his 45 minute commute featured pot-holed roads, aggressive drivers,  an obscene number of traffic lights, dashes down dodgy back streets to avoid said drivers and traffic lights, smog and general chaos. The only positive was getting to ride across a certain bridge twice a day. Rarely would a day go by without him fearing for his life. For The Seb, this is no way to live.

Canberra, you are so lovely!

Of course, there is an element of horses for courses in all of this and we chose where we want to live partly based on our lifestyle. That said though, The Seb couldn’t be happier if the people who say Canberra is dull and life-less chose to continue to waste away their lives enjoying their chosen places of residence and leave him in peace in his little piece of paradise.

Long live the ‘Berra says The Seb!