Mind Space

Mental Health

I was recently on a train, out of data and frustratedly trying to connect to the WiFi to no avail (shoutout to Great Western Railway), so I was left with nowt to do but look out the window. Once I started looking out, I was hit by the simple joy of doing nothing. Now I don’t mean doing ‘nothing’ while you watch a film, doing ‘nothing’ while you scroll Instagram, or ‘nothing’ while you listen to the radio. I mean nothing. I was taken back to being a kid, sat in the back of the car driving down to France for holidays. Once you’d annoyed your sister and parents sufficiently that they weren’t going to entertain you anymore, and you’d started to feel a bit car sick from trying to read, you were left to watching the world go by. As fields rolled past, the landscape became more interesting (northern France I’m sorry but you’re very flat), and you were just left to dwell. To ponder. To imagine.

“How often are we truly ‘unplugged’?”

Not to get all 21st century on ya but how often do we do that now? How often are we truly ‘unplugged’? It’s hard to find a time we haven’t got a phone in hand, a screen in sight and a constant stream of information flooding into our brains. Is it a surprise that stress-related leave is at an all time high when we never really stop?

The positive impacts of exercise on both mental and physical health are now well documented, so I’m not going to go into brain chemistry and complex physiology here (while I do find that very interesting!), this is merely a largely simplified dipping in of the toe to a far more complex topic ok…

You’re out on a run, you’ve lost your headphones (again) so you’re left with just yourself and the outside world. Trying to look at your phone while you’re running will only result in a fall* so that’s out too.

*Voice of experience. Two falls later and I think I’ve learnt my lesson.

Life is simple in these moments, my brain loses a large amount of its extensive capacity to worry, and all it can do is focus on breathing, keeping blood pumping around my body, keeping my muscles moving. Putting one foot in front of the other is enough. Hearing the birds singing (yes even in London), watching the world around, plodding onwards – it’s you and the road, you and the trail, that’s it. Sometimes I pray on my runs, with the white noise of my daily worries quietened it’s easier to focus somehow.


Oh the irony of talking about being unplugged then posting pics I took with my phone on my runs…

I’ve found cycling gives the same space, it’s probably true with any sort of endurance pursuit, I think it’s the rhythmic nature of it. Even on a group ride you can find yourself lost in the repetition, your legs going round, the views changing past you, the familiar sound of your chain rubbing and reminding you to book that service (not sure I’ve managed to banish all distractions yet…). But there is such peace in repetition, all that is required of you in this moment is to keep your legs going round, to follow the leader, to make it up the hill. It’s you and the terrain. Done.



We live in a world where we have to choose to have a break, to choose to step away from crazy busyness. I know I find this incredibly hard, and I’m constantly trying to remind myself how important it is to stop! Whilst admittedly, suddenly becoming a running fanatic or a lycra-clad cyclist isn’t always necessary, however it might just offer a much needed bit of space to help our brains calm the flip down. This isn’t about adding in another thing to tick off from your daily ‘to do’ list, this is about making much needed space in your life, whether that time is spent going for a run, a ride, a walk, or just sitting on a bench in your local park, it’s important.

Get outside and immerse yourself in the incredible scenery which surrounds us, whether you believe it happened by chance or design, we can agree this place called earth ain’t bad. Let’s get out in it, and give our minds some space to recover.

LP xox


How Do You Du?

London Duathlon


It’s been a while hasn’t it. The main reason for my absence is a general lack of excitement when it comes to my sporting activities.

To be completely honest, of late I’ve been in struggle city when it’s come to partaking in any form of exercise. I’m in theory ‘training‘ for a 10K at present, however a new job + winter just turning up out of NOWHERE have rather got in the way, and said ‘training‘ has consisted of very sporadic runs and not much else.

Don’t get me wrong, every time I’ve got out for a run I’ve been rejoicing that this has occurred, however somehow motivation and energy have been severely lacking.

If anyone has any tips on how to shock yourself back into routine, PLZ get in touch.

Regarding my old and dear friend BirtieBae the bike, we have not been seeing as much of each other as either of us would like, however distance has made the heart grow fonder. I spent a few hours in the rain with very cold toes in Richmond Park a couple of weeks ago and it was unnaturally joyous.


Big time soggy bottom – still smiling

Now. What do you do when you’re feeling unmotivated, a bit slovenly and without purpose? YES. THAT’S RIGHT. The only answer is returning to my old habit, signing up for things I don’t know how to complete.

For anyone that has been following my conversion from fitness-adverse to accidental enthusiast, you’ll know that 2016 was the year of running, 2017 (well the post-February pre-job move bit) was the year of the bike, so where does that leave us for 2018? Well it’s time for swimming…no. It’s time for doing both together isn’t it! Yep ok so, 2018, I’m signed up for the London Duathlon.

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Send help.

Filling out the application form was all the joy you would imagine. Questions that make you think you’re completely ill-equipped for what you’ve decided to do. Are you an experienced triathlete/duathlete? Umm lol yep yep course. What’s your predicted finish time? I would like to have a finish time yes.

Here’s the breakdown:

10K Run – Ok fine

44K Ride – Yes can do

5K Run – Basically Year 9 cross country

I have now realised that while these components individually seem OK, matters might be different when they’re in succession. Upon reflection approx 15 minutes after signing up, I realised that I’ve never ran 15K in the same day, let alone with a cheeky 44K in the saddle in the middle. Technically I could have made this easier for myself…the half duathlon, marketed to be nice and entry level, suitable for people doing their first multisport event, was negated. On what basis?…Too sprinty. Don’t like 5Ks…so…just one after running 10K and cycling 30 miles is better…right? Right!? #Logic*.

*This is not logic kids do not do as I do please save yourselves.

Feedback on the fact I was signed up from friends and family was mixed, varying from overwhelmingly positive to borderline insulting.


Thank you. Sort of.

Anyway. There’s a lot of training to be done. I’ll probably* cry. I’ll probably eat a lot. I’ll probably stress out a bit (advanced apologies to those on the receiving end). But – I hope anyway – the #RoadToLondonDuathlon will be a good one, there’ll be some hard work on the horizon, but, let’s hope it’s still a bit of fun eh.

*Definitely, not even going to pretend.

Watch this space, another adventure cometh.

(Hit me up if you know how to be a duathlete because I don’t have a clue k thx)

LP xox

RideLondon – As it happened


If you’ve been anywhere near any social media of mine recently, you just might have noticed that Sunday, 30th of July, was the big day. RideLondon had arrived.

This came exactly 160 days after purchasing a bike, and with exactly (approximately) 1157 miles in the (saddle) bag according to Strava. Everyone had been asking me in the couple of weeks leading up to the big day, do you feel ready? And the honest answer was, no. Absolutely not. But that wasn’t going to stop me trying.

Aims for the days were as follows:

  1. Do not get caught by the sweep vehicle (make the 8.5 hour cut off)
  2. Do not crash
  3. Do not walk up any of the hills
  4. Do not get a puncture

I was feeling more confident about some of these aims than others, but you’ll see how I got on (such a tease I know).

So, the big day. Whilst my starting wave was a lot later than most (8:28am), this still meant a fairly early morning! The alarm went at 5, and after getting changed, bibs on, world championship socks on (motivation), other clothes for decency on, I was out the door at 5:45 with porridge in my belly and heading for Highbury and Islington for my train down to Stratford.

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From left to right: Kit selection for the day, kit on bod, waiting at the Olympic Park.

What ensued was an awful lot of waiting, waiting at the station – nervy small talk with other riders, waiting for our wave to start loading – nervy small talk with other riders, drinking a double espresso (yes really), waiting in the loading pen, waiting moving closer to the start line…you get it, there was a lot of waiting around.

Finally this was it, somehow I was right at the front of my wave so was right on the starting line, and with a sound of a horn we were off at exactly 8:28 (kudos to the excellent organisation by RideLondon themselves). This was what I’d been training for and we were finally on the road!

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From left to right: The start line itself, my mug on the start line.

The first 30 odd miles flew by (minus a quick stop for a wee in Richmond – too much early morning waiting), I’d been far more organised than I normally am with my food (performance wise definitely made a difference!), with energy bars chopped up ready for me to grab every half an hour or so, new top tube bag doing a stellar job (game changer – if you’re having long days in the saddle and find extracting food from jersey pockets a little challenging on the move, thoroughly recommend).

As we headed out of London and into Surrey I knew West Byfleet was coming up, and I was looking forward to hopefully spotting the brass ensemble I was part of growing up playing on the course. Luckily I timed my passing with a time they were in action, (I heard them before I saw them!) so managed to get a wave in to Surrey Advanced Brass half way through a rendition of Eye of the Tiger. Great job guys, I’m sure a lot of the other riders enjoyed the boost your music gave!

Not long after I reached my first planned stop, mile 38 and Pyrford, water topped up, little sit on the floor and texts to confirm I was still doing ok sent, I was back on the road. As I headed off I was feeling a little nervy, as we were about to enter the hilliest section of the course. First stop of note – mile 48 and Newlands Corner, then Leith Hill at 55 and Box Hill at 60, with a few others thrown about in between. I’d been out to Newlands before so knew what to expect with that one, however, the day I was meant to test out all the others I was in bed with food poisoning, so was just going to have to wing the others!

Feed Station 1

Bikes, bikes everywhere!

Newlands Corner was a different experience to the day I did it fighting cars, this time the bikes were the issue! A lot of traffic over all over the road gave the added challenge of weaving around people to keep moving forward, the whole ‘faster on the right, slower on the left’ concept seemingly abandoned on this one. A lot of shouts of ‘on your right!’ and ‘on your left!’ later, and one new friend gained, a man in his 60s who I bumped into about 3 more times through the Surrey section, hill no. 1 was over, and I wasn’t feeling too knackered.

As we approached Leith Hill, my mind was full of the various bits of chat people had given me about this one:

“It’s much worse than Box Hill”…“It’s not that long, well actually it does go on a bit”…”It’s fairly straight, apart from the corner”…”It’s quite hard work”…”You think it’s over and it kicks up again”

I knew this was going to be the biggest test of original aim no. 3, no walking up hills. I was pleasantly surprised to have seen many people already abandoning their bikes for a walk up Newlands Corner, giving me the impression I wasn’t the worst hill climber in all the kingdom, something fairly reassuring.

Now, maybe I’m just a cycling fresher with a heavier bike than some and legs that are not made of steel, but Leith was HARD. I did indeed keep thinking it was over when it was not, and I was glad to be blissfully unaware how long that was going on for, because if I had known, I’m fairly confident I would have abandoned ship in the early stages, not believing I could make it to the top. A nice reminder that once again, mind gives up well before the bod does (that quote from @JessFaw that keeps coming back).

Getting to the signs at the top of Leith confirming that indeed, this was actually the top, was a wonderful moment, leaving me feeling on top of the world county. It is the highest point in Surrey don’t you know. I was SUPER pleased and felt like that was it, hard work over, I’ve basically done ride London now cool (45 miles to go…).

Next challenge – Box Hill, this, as a result of being in the London 2012 Olympic Road race, has gained far more infamy than it probably deserves. I’d been reassured by the famous  Glaswegian words of my friend Anna, that Box is in fact, “a piece of piss”.

Anna Box

Anna letting her actions speak louder than words on the day.

Turns out she’s right. Maybe it was as a result of coming after Leith, but weirdly, I really enjoyed Box Hill. The road surface is incredible (thank you Olympics #olympiclegacy #inspireageneration), it zig zags about so for a moment you think you’re nailing an alpine climb, and there are lovely views of the Surrey Hills, all while being a very manageable gradient.

Towards the top of Box I realised I had punctured. Cool. So at the summit (metres from the top of the Strava segment gah Louise why) I set about sorting that out, somehow managing to avoid replacing my back wheel myself, by stopping near the mechanics van, so was not completely covered in oil for the rest of the day. In a weird way, I was actually quite glad I punctured…hear me out. This was something I was irrationally worried about happening (in the early stages of training I was SURE if I punctured I wouldn’t make the time limit), however the fact it happened, and wasn’t really an issue, was good news indeed.

Louise Box

Got a flattie. Apolz for stolen photos.

Water refilled and I was on my way again, coming out of the hills and onto flatter terrain things were going along nicely, with the prospect of maybe see ing my parents in Kingston at mile 85 on my mind. Even with some technological failings, Mum and Dad spotted me, and I spotted them, which spurred me along as I entered unchartered territory in terms of mileage, and began to think reaching the finish line was a reality.

Final blip to overcome was Wimbledon Hill, not a difficult climb (or climb at all) by anyone’s standards, but falling at mile 92 it was a short test of the legs, driven on by the cheering crowds, a big help!

From then on it was downhill to the finish, you could see it on everyone’s faces at this point that it was nearly over, paces were beginning to quicken and smiles were exchanged as the adventure was nearly over. A bonus spot of a couple of friends from work in Vauxhall made the last few miles even more pleasureable. Coming back into central London the crowds grew, the sights came into sight and the Mall beckoned. Down past Westminster, round the corner and that was it, the red tarmac of the finishing straight. Being the emotional human I am I was trying to hold back the tears to avoid ruining the official photos. Listening to the crowds and heading down towards Buckingham Palace is not something I will forget anytime soon, embarrassing fist pump across the line (#sorrynotsorry – maybe I did win a stage of the Tour de France who are you to say I didn’t) done and it was all over. Finished in 7 hours and 10 minutes. And the medal was large. And then I had a picnic.

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DID IT – Just being stereotypical holding my bike in the air because when in Rome right.

Summary of aims:

  1. Do not get caught by the sweep vehicle (make the 8.5 hour cut off)
  2. Do not crash
  3. Do not walk up any of the hills
  4. Do not get a puncture – MADE THIS A POSITIVE IT’S OK

It was a journey and a half but I loved it. In the 5 months since my foray into cycling began I’ve been introduced to new joys, new pains, new kit, new friends, new failures and new successes, but it’s all been amazing. At the same time, fundraising for Refuge has been an absolute JOY, I feel so privileged to have had the opportunity to do something like this, to raise a little money to help their incredible work. Current total is £690, particular shout out to the mystery donor who gave 100 big ones and is calling themselves Sir Bradley Wiggins. Whoever you are, and I have no idea, thank you! If you’ve been meaning to and have forgotten, or feel a sudden wave of generosity, let this be my last plug for doing a little to make a big difference to those who have suffered domestic violence pretty please and thank you – click here to donate 🙂 THANK YOU

As a side note, if you’re somewhat intrigued to do something similar, be it get on a bike for the first time ever/a long time, put yourself into the ballot for RideLondon or a completely unrelated physical challenge, if you’re anything like me maybe you have doubts whether you’re strong enough, fit enough, brave enough, basically anything-enough, let me reassure you, you are. I don’t write any of these things to make it look like I did an impressive thing – nearly 25,000 other people did the same that day, I ain’t special, but I hope it is maybe a little encouragement, that with a little bit of determination, some supportive mates who tell you you are not mad and that you can do it, a lot is possible. GO FOR IT BECAUSE YOU CAN! (Happy to chat if you want me to tell you you can in person)

Another side note is that if you are London (or Bristol, they’ve expanded and to the greatest of cities!)-based and want to get involved in cycling with a fun and supportive group of people, I can’t recommend going for a ride with Dirty Wknd enough. Genuinely not sure what I would have done in terms of getting enough miles in without their great rides and great bants.

So all that is left for me to say, is a big thank you. Thanks to everyone who has donated, you’re all gems. Thanks to everyone who’s ridden with me, wished me good luck, told me they’re proud of me, or just offered some kind words on the days I thought I’d bitten off more than I could chew, I couldn’t have done it without you guys and I’m so grateful!

Only one question remains for me I guess…What next?

Wow I spent ages reading that and now want to do it too → Enter the ballot for 2018 here

Wow Refuge sounds top qual but I hate bikes, how else can I get involved? → Find out how here

Wow I deserve a medal for getting through that monumental essay → Click here for your virtual medal

I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again – A Collection of Firsts


Hello fellow humans,

It’s been a little while since I’ve given you an update, so I thought I should probably reassure you that I haven’t thrown in the towel, sold the bike and bought the wardrobe* I was after in the first place

*Wardrobe status remains negative – plz send furniture to the following address:
Give Louise’s Clothes A Home
North London

That should do it.

So what have I been getting up to over the last 2 months?!

Well, Birtie and I have been getting along quite well, we’ve travelled to exotic places such as Potters Bar *ooh*, High Barnet *aah* and Sewardstonebury *is that a real place?* (yes Google it). On a side note how exciting is it reaching the end of the tube line you frequent (shout out to the High Barnet branch of the Northern line)?! Just me? Moving on…

The miles have been building, and I was particularly pleased to recently exceed the 100 mile mark in a week. Now, for any regular cyclist this is no feat I am well aware, and YES I know that’s sort of over 7 times too long compared to what will have to happen on RideLDN day, however it was a satisfying metric to see when I opened Strava ok.


Cash me doing a century howbowdah

We were hit by a barrage of punctures on one ride (3 on the same wheel of the same bike I think constitutes a barrage), so there has been a rapid increase in mechanical ability (think I’d still have a panic if I punctured on my own, mind). This also led to comments such as ‘I’m over this’, over what? The ride? Puncture repair? Cycling on the whole? All of the above. HOWEVER, we powered through, and upon reaching a cafe serving up delicious and well earned food, the memories of being covered in oil on the side of the road were swiftly (mostly) forgotten.


Left: Puncture no. 1 – photo credz to Anna (do not judge our technique please ok) Right: The sort of food that removes traumatic puncture-related memories and the pain in your legs

Now so far none of this has really addressed the title has it? “What are these firsts?” I hear you cry.

1. Knockdown

This one is not the most positive, but is possibly an unfortunate right of passage for cyclists. After riding through torrential rain to take Birtie for a service at his birthplace Decathlon Surrey Quays (do not get lost in the rain it will make you very sad), I returned a couple of days later to pick him up, happy to be reunited. Unfortunately, about a mile from home I had a little altercation with an unapologetic taxi driver and ended up on the floor. Now this was a very minor crash by most standards, but a little traumatic nonetheless. Thanks goes to the passerby who ran after the taxi, stopped him, and had a go on my behalf. I was a little (a lot) too shaken up to have said anything of worth, so merci. Also cheers to the nice lady who picked me up off the pavement. When things go wrong, and people are horrible, it is nice to have your faith in humanity restored by strangers who are more than happy to help.

Onto the more positive and life affirming firsts…

2. Drink up look sharp

Right this one probably seems ridiculous, but it was something I’d been worried about. When on long rides it’s obviously super important to keep yourself hydrated (and well fed), and you don’t want to have to stop every 10 minutes to achieve this, thus therefore ergo being able to drink from your bottle or ‘bidon’ #cyclelingo on the move is important, especially for a sportive where you’re not stopping at convenient traffic lights all the time! After laps in Regent’s Park I thought I’d have a go as I headed off for work (picking a road with no traffic – safety first), and to much jubilation, I succeeded. I think I did a little fist pump in the air afterwards, then proceeded to cycle down the road repeatedly taking out and replacing my bottle, which to be fair, probably looked pretty strange. If you saw me last Thursday there’s the explanation for my actions.


Yeah dis me

3. Everest

Later that day (good to save all achieving for one day isn’t it) it was glorious weather, so I decided to take a longer/convoluted route home to make the most of the sunshine. When I was nearly home I thought maybe, just maybe, this was time to attempt something that had been on my list of achievements to achieve. Swain’s Lane, a name familiar with cyclists and runners alike is a rather hilly hill, sufficiently hilly to be number 27 in the Official 100 Greatest Cycling Climbs. Whilst I’d ran (crawled) up it a fair few times, I was yet to make it up by bike, with the last run up dominated by thoughts of the fact this MUST be far too steep for two wheels, and anyone who claims they have must be lying on Strava.


Swain’s – it must be noted I took this on a run last year, not during my first ascent w’bike. Too busy trying not to die to have my phone out.

Anyway, the end of a long and hot day was in my eyes the perfect time to try, as I figured this gave me a plethora of excuses should I need to get off and walk. For anyone unfamiliar with the climb, it’s gradual at first, then gets worse until the steepest section past the gates to Highgate Cemetery at the top. It’s also noting that it (the top section anyway) is one way, so once you’ve started, there’s no turning back. As soon as I turned the corner onto Swain’s my brain immediately told me this was a bad idea, I was not going to make it, but as explained, no turning back. I kept going, the easier section over fairly rapidly, then the corner, my legs were already unhappy by this point and the voice in my head once again saying this was impossible. HOWEVER, somehow, the legs kept turning and I made it to the top, a massive grin on my face and probably as red as a tomato but I had DONE IT. A wise and wonderful friend once told me that your mind gives up long before your body does, and if Swain’s is anything to go by, that’s got to be true. Mental strength and resilience is something I know I need to work on, to quieten that voice of ‘you can’t’ and replace it with ‘you can and you WILL’ – that’s probably the only way I’ll get up the hills in RideLDN…

“…your mind gives up long before your body does…”

So there you have it, firsts firsted, total miles ridden stands at 643.2 miles and another first coming imminently – tune in next time for when I’ve (probably against my better judgement) attached myself to my bike in #CleatGate.

Thx for reading, and as per, if you have a couple of quid in your pocket I’d be eternally grateful if you’d visit my fundraising page and help my efforts to raise 500 big ones for Refuge, because domestic violence is horrible and Refuge are fantastic. Literally however small the donation, I’ll be super thankful!

LP xox

What is RideLondon?

Who am I raising money for?

How did I get into this mess to start with?

Group Riding


So I’d be riding about by myself, getting to work occasionally and in general avoiding being hit by a car, which I considered overall positive.

The next step was apparently to ride in a group, I’d been told this was more fun, was this true? Only one way to find out.

The challenge of finding a group to ride with is definitely finding something that matches your ability level, now even though the bib shorts were giving me delusions of grandeur (see previous post), I was no pro. I am no pro. I will likely not turn pro in the near future. Another factor is that a lot of cycling clubs around want you to become a proper member, complete with fees and an overall feeling of just being a bit serious. This said, nothing wrong with these clubs, just not sure they were right for my current cycling infancy.

I’d been told about a club called Dirty Wknd, which didn’t make you become a member, and ran designated beginners sessions. This, along side the lack of vowels in the second word, appealed, so I thought I’d check it out. There was an upcoming beginners session in Regents Park, and as that was pretty near my house I thought I’d give it a go! (Another bonus, your first ride is free, so nothing to lose)

Now, I’d heard the rumours about the outer circle at RegeyP, I knew cyclists loved it, and a lot of them headed there. As I turned onto it on that Saturday morning, I was suddenly pretty concerned I’d accidentally invaded the Tour de France, as bikes raced round in tight packs. Thoughts:

  • Oh no.
  • This was a bad idea.
  • I do not want to partake in the Tour de France please.
  • Why are they so close together?
  • Need more lycra.
  • Is that Bradley Wiggins?
  • Is it too late to just go home?

Anyway, upon persevering I found the Dirty Wknd guys, and my pro-cyclist-peloton-related worries were soon quelled. As this was a beginners session it started with a little chat about how to ride in a group, what the hand signals people use mean, what to shout instead if you’re a fresher like me who fails at taking your hands off the handlebars etc. We then headed out like animals headed for the ark to do our laps of Regents Park. Thoughts:

  • These people are so nice.
  • This is not the Tour de France.
  • It is nice to have a chat while you’re riding isn’t it.

Following this, I did another Dirty Wknd ride in Richmond Park, which was flipping WINDY. This was also my first real experience of having to climb up a hill, which was a gear-related learning curve. Top tip: Big ring + hill = bad idea. Again, it was great fun! Riding with people means lots of chat to be had, but also for people like me with very little experience, a lot of helpful advice! Like anything, riding with people better than you will in turn help you to get better. By the end of the ride, which at about 24 and a half miles was the furthest I’d ever ridden in one go, I’d figured out how to be in mostly the right gears to climb a hill (thanks to various people’s help) and got a lot of pointers about RideLondon itself from people who had done it before.


Because as we all know, the natural accompaniment to cycling = cake

Put simply, I got it, I understand why people are riding about in groups. After the above rides I’ve done 2 gloriously sunny and lovely rides with a couple of people I met through Dirty Wknd, one to Epping Forest and one south into Kent/Surrey from Crystal Palace. We’ve already got an idea of where we’re heading next so there will be more to report on!



Clockwise from top left: Westerham, Surrey; drinks stop at Botley Hill Farmhouse – Warlingham, Surrey; High Beech, Epping; a road most likely in Kent.

Points to summarise:

  • Training actually going OK
  • Actually liking it guys
  • Got tan lines

Final point, the reason I’m doing all this is Refuge (see my Charity Post), if you feel at all able, however small the donation, I’d be super super grateful for any contributions to my fundraising efforts! Thankyouthankyoupleaseandthankyou.

LP x

If you’re looking for a group to ride with and Dirty Wknd sounds interesting…click HERE to find out more. (No I’m unfortunately not on any commission I’m just a fan ok)


On(/Off) the Road


Right, now I have a long career* as a cyclist, I thought I’d share some of my extensive experience with you, my dear readers, in the view that it just might be useful**. Probably just an insight into what goes on in my brain, probably mostly unique to me, likely irrelevant to the rest of ya, however, there might be a couple (~1.5) of actually useful points.

*Have owned a bike for 5 weeks

**Probably only if you have less than 5 weeks experience on a road bike/a bike on the roads

10 Personal Reflections From a Month on the Road – From Me to You (Mainly Me)

  1. You will be much colder on a bike than if you were running (is this obvious? Am I an idiot?) – do not underestimate this and dress appropriately, you will only decide erroneously against wearing gloves once.
  2. Road bikes are called road bikes because they function at their best on the road. The well meaning cycle paths of Hampstead Heath will turn into mud and you will end up pushing/carrying your bike across a field in search of tarmac.
  3. The first time you make it the 8.5 miles to work on your bike, you will feel smug as arriving at the office. Do not let the fact you’ve still got to do a full days work then make it all the way home again taint this feeling.
  4. Some car drivers don’t want to give you any room/probably/definitely are trying to hit you yes. Note to self: Be a better driver. Some pedestrians also want to kill you with their haphazard walking out into roads/cycle lanes. Note to self: Be a better pedestrian.
  5. Gears – apparently important. Figuring out how to get out of your ‘big ring’ before you’re half way up an unexpected hill in Richmond Park probably would have been a good idea. Don’t worry – laps mean you can have another go in a more reasonable gear.
  6. Speaking of hills, probably stop trying to beat unassuming men who do not know they are in a race with you up hills. You keep doing this. You are not a good enough cyclist to keep up this hobby but this will not stop you trying.
  7. WIND is the enemy, who knew. The gusts will bring moments of terror, head winds will be draining, and you will spend a lot of time thinking you must have a flat tyre/your brakes must be jammed on to explain why you’re going so slowly. Unfortunately this is just old mother nature causing problems. Does this ever get easier? Remains to be fully elucidated.
  8. You will turn your data off whilst using Google Maps. You will go slightly the wrong way and Google will then refuse to speak to you the whole way home. You will moan a lot about this and how technology is out to get you before you realise this is because…YOU TURNED YOUR DATA OFF.
  9. The moment you realise you are able to take your hands off the handlebars and indicate, yes I said indicate (yeh pretty sick bike skillz I know cash me outside Team Sky) you will be INCREDIBLY pleased with yourself and the cars around you probably will be too.
  10. PADDED SHORTS. YES PADDED SHORTS. Basically get some. Do you want to ride to work on a cushion or not? Yeh I thought so.
    • Side note – For that ‘I am the pro I never dreamed of becoming’ feeling, get BIB SHORTS. You will also feel a bit like a wrestler which is exciting. You will parade around in them in the house a lot, and your housemates will care less about your new shorts than you do.

Thus concludes my brain thoughts for the day. Thanks for reading this waffle, your prize is an unrelated picture of Birtie from when we had the abovementioned trip to Hampstead.


My boy hanging out by a massive plant pot.

LP x

Up next: Group Riding

Charity Choices


The story so far in clickbait:

You won’t BELIEVE what this young professional from *insert name of your current town/city* has bought instead of a wardrobe!

Blog 1 – Results Day

Blog 2 – Bike vs. Wardrobe

Part of my reasoning of the fact I’d go through with RideLondon if I got a place, was the thought that I’d raise money for charity. I’ve always had the mindset that if someone’s asking for sponsorship for a challenge, it should indeed be a challenge. Maybe this is me being difficult, but hey, that’s how I see it. On this premise, I felt like this was something I’d feel was acceptable to be asking people for sponsorship for.

With so many great charities out there, it was tricky to pick, but I’ve decided I will be riding for Refuge, a charity that does amazing work both aiming to prevent domestic violence, and working with those who have been affected.

Image result for refuge logo

Last year, I got a black eye. Not to do with domestic violence, no (essentially I walked into the back of my friends head, good one Louise), however, this did really get me thinking. Each morning I was there trying to cover the bruise up with make up, something myself and my friends could laugh about, however it occurred to me that for so many this is not a joke, but an absolutely terrible reality. Women (and men) living in fear, doing all they can to hide the signs of what they’re going through behind closed doors.

Shocking Stats Time:

  1. 1/4 women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime
  2. 1/9 will be severely physically abused this year
  3. 2 women a week are killed by current or former partners in England and Wales

These are our mothers, our sisters, our friends. Heartbreaking isn’t it.

So I think this situation can be summed up as – NOT OK. As a result, I’d like to make a little difference by raising a little money by doing a little cycle ride.

Sound fair? If you enjoy being asked for money (who doesn’t amirite) then WATCH THIS SPACE a treat is in store. But in seriousness, yes, there will be some sort of online fundraising situation, yes, I will be a bit annoying and potentially clog up your news feed with my pleas (#soznotsoz in advance). This said, anything you can give will a) Make a big difference to the lives of women, men and children suffering in silence UK-wide and b) Make a big difference to my motivation to carry on with this cycling lark, so in advance, THANK YOU.

Thanks for reading,

LP x

What is this Refuge?

For more information on what Refuge is, what they do, and where to get help if you need it, head to their website.

Up next: On(/Off) the Road

Bike vs. Wardrobe


With my new found knowledge of my place in RideLondon, my next challenge was buying a bike. Having recently moved into an unfurnished flat, I used my adult reasoning skills to come to the conclusion that rather than buy any furniture, it’d be a good idea to buy a bike (/clothes horse/chair).

I’d already done a fair bit of googling on the basis that I might get a place, so had a bit of an idea of what I might need to take on my first sportive. Having cyclist friends came in very handy here, especially when they’re the sorts who blog about what to buy if you’re taking up cycling…(if you’re thinking of taking the plunge, highly recommend this → https://tbcandme.wordpress.com/2016/10/19/buy-buy-bye/).

After much deliberation, hours unraveling the hierarchy of Shimano group sets, debates about whether steel/aluminium/carbon really can speak to you and weighing up not spending a fortune vs. not making things harder work than they needed to be, I settled on the B’Twin Triban 520 (if you wanna be B’Twinz → https://www.decathlon.co.uk/triban-520-road-bike-sora-black-red-id_8322663.html). Hopefully a good compromise on all of the above. Plus – liked the colour didn’t I.

Off we (myself and the aforementioned blogging cycling extraordinaire of a friend Jess) went to decathlon to pick up my new toy, an hour spent buying what felt like everything under the sun (helmet, lights, pump, tools, inner tubes, bottle cages and a jacket) and we were out the door, bike in hand, feeling a bit like I was taking my unnamed firstborn home from the hospital. A bit.


Hey guys look at my bike it’s a bike I have a bike

Having never ridden a road bike before, it being dark and my house being nearly 8 miles away, I settled on the overground to get home. I’d underestimated how many stairs I’d have to carry the new arrival up/down, but apart from that, arrived successfully at Gospel Oak station only to have the sudden realisation that I now had to ride this thing the epic 5 or so minutes home.

I looked at a man near me unlocking his bike, and told myself to blend in, “Look like a cyclist, act like a cyclist, be a cyclist Louise”. I turned my lights on, this seemed to be the done thing, then, upon seeing a car on the road and panicking, proceeded to walk along the pavement. Nailed it.


Having made it onto a side road like a pedestrian, I decided I should try and get on my bike. Slightly wobbly start past an Ocado* delivery over (not sure I convinced the delivery man that I did know what I was doing), I was beginning to get my balance, then immediately encountered a hill (quick game of press anything until you find a lower gear).

*Other supermarkets are available.

My road was in sight, I’d MADE IT, I felt like a triumphant adventurer returning home, when in fact I’d cycled about half a mile. It’s the small things, definitely should have put it on Strava. I chucked my bag at my housemate, demanded she look at my purchase, then went for a further little pootle up and down some empty roads near my house. Returning back I remembered I needed to carry my bike up the stairs, a slow process when you’re trying not to hit every wall in sight.

Another very important job for Day 1 as a professional** cyclist was giving the bike a name, I know I need to get this guy onside if he’s going to carry me 100 miles in July, so he couldn’t remain nameless much longer. Should this bike have been female, Fern (aka Fernature aka Furniture) had been suggested by my one of my housemates, considering the interior design sacrifices made, but alas he was definitely a boy. Some variable and questionable suggestions discarded (notable mentions go to Fido, Steve and Leo), I decided to call him Birtie because Triban = naBIRT backwards, nice to be tenuous isn’t it.

**Defining professional as owning a bike.

And this concludes Day 1 of mine and Birtie’s relationship. Achievements achieved:

  1. Bought bike
  2. Rode bike
  3. Found gears

I am now on the road that leads to the Ride100. How long until I can claim the status of Louise Powell – Cyclist?

Up next: Charity Choices

Results Day


Having recently moved house, I knew I wasn’t getting the result sent to me, so was waiting for a message from my old housemate. On Wednesday evening there it was – “Your RideLondon stuff has come…” – followed immediately by him going to sleep and not telling me what the verdict was until the morning, the stress! Fast forward to the next day and there it was, “Congratulations” – the fateful words that meant not only was I doing an 100 mile cycle race, but also that I needed to buy a bike…


You may be thinking, Louise…

  • Why did you end up entering the ballot for RideLondon without even knowing you like cycling?
  • You don’t have a bike?
  • We all know you failed your cycling proficiency in year 6 and still haven’t got over it?

All valid points. Yes, admittedly, this was not a conventional decision, when the ballot was suggested, I was fairly bored, and thought to myself hey, would be barejokeslolzbantz if I got a place wouldn’t it – it’s a ballot, what are the chances anything will come of it? The fact I’d not really ridden a bike for years (main photo evidence of one of my more recent cycles circa 1997) didn’t put me off and admittedly not much thought was involved in the progression fromscreen-shot-2017-02-22-at-23-46-59to…screen-shot-2017-02-22-at-23-47-04

To slightly address the point of ‘What if you don’t even like cycling?’ – A legitimate point for sure, however, when last year I found out that I’d been living a lie, contrary to both popular and personal belief I in fact do like running, I appear to have had some sort of quarter life crisis – what do I even enjoy these days?? WHO’S TO SAY. Having previously thought my greatest sporting achievement was to remain not coming last in the 1500m at District Sports Day 2009, thanks to some supportive friends telling me I’m better than that,  I’ve shifted a little from a very much, “can’t therefore won’t” attitude to one of “maybe I could try…”. It remains unlikely that I’ll be representing Team GB in Tokyo (hit me up if you’re a talent scout) but I’m just more likely to have a go now ok.
This said, of course, maybe I won’t get on with cycling, I’ll struggle through Ride100 then hang up my boots (bike), and that’s fine, but equally, maybe this will become the next big thing…Chris Froome eat your heart out.

What is the RideLondon/RideLondon-Surrey 100/Ride100 as you keep calling it?

The full name for the event I’m referring to is the ‘Prudential RideLondon-Surrey 100′, an 100 mile sportive starting in the Olympic Park, coming out into my birthplace and the greatest county of them all* Surrey and finishing back in London on the Mall no less (https://www.prudentialridelondon.co.uk/events/100/). This is part of a 3 day festival of cycling set up as a legacy from the 2012 Olympic Games in London. 

*Apparently up for dispute, I will not change my biased mind.

Up next: Bike vs. Wardrobe