Let’s try this again.

Well, hello. I haven’t seen you in a while.

I’m back. Again. This time with a seven-week-old baby, though. She’s awesome.

I haven’t been doing much riding, as you can imagine, because in the last few months I’ve either been very pregnant or recovering from birth and caring for a newborn.

I’m finally getting back on the bike. My bits have healed enough to let me ride, even if it’s only for 16km!

A couple of weekends ago I woke up nice and early to get to a “ciclotour” in the Mugello Valley north of Florence. But it wasn’t me who was riding. It was Ged. 90km and 1400m climbing. Details here.


Baby and I kissed him goodbye as he hopped on his bike, then we didn’t see him until lunchtime. She and I walked around for a while before hanging out in the car for a little nap.

The start of the course went through the Mugello Autodromo (racetrack) where they have the Moto GP sometimes. Apparently, people were making car-racing sounds as they rode on the track.

Ged did well. Really well. And he enjoyed it, which is what counts.  It was really beautiful weather too, which always helps.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a Sunday-morning ride without a wedding. Oh, Italy.
The ride was only 7euros, which included rest stops, a goody bag at the end, and a lunch of ravioli, crostata, fruit and WINE. Wine at the end of a bike ride.

I’m definitely doing this next year. Ged can babysit. 🙂


Operation TMB: Success

I’m writing this from our apartment in Barcelona. We moved in a couple of days ago and it’s been about a week since we finished the Tour du Mont Blanc.

It took us eight days to complete the 105-mile journey. We ate a lot of quiche, climbed a lot of hills, and I got a massive blister on my left big toe by the end.

Here are just a few pictures from the epic journey.

Snow in August!

Cold and windy.


Gone for a hike

Bonjour from France!

After flying from London to Milan then driving to France, we arrived safely in Chamonix. Cold, but safe.


Our setup:

Last night’s dinner was prepared by yours truly, which meant a lot of vegetables.

Ended up being my own version of pasta primavera once finished. Bell pepper, seitan, onion, tomato, garlic and herbs mixed into whole wheat pasta!

The real reason we’re here, besides the fact that it’s simply gorgeous, is because I coaxed Ged into hiking the Tour de Mont Blanc, a105-mile hike around Mont Blanc that goes through France, Switzerland and Italy.

Look, I even had to get a fancy waterproof jacket so that I don’t die of hypothermia.

We still have a couple of bits to get (pack covers, sleeping bag liner), then we should be good to go on Friday (hopefully).

Wish me luck!


What I’ve been up to

I’ve been a little lax with updating the blog lately, so here are a few pictures of what I’ve been doing these past few weeks.  

Leaving Florence. Took the bike down in the elevator after having gone up and down the stairs 15 times. So surprised that it fit!

Up in Cheshire riding Ged’s uncle’s horse. The big guy hadn’t been ridden in a while but I got him to move his feet a bit.

Hiking in Delamere Forest in Cheshire. My favorite forest.

Couldn’t believe there were mosquito-like bugs in the forest. I felt like I was in Florida.

The men’s Olympic Time Trial in Hampton Court. Vinokourov zooms by.

Froome makes an appearance.

Mr. Wiggins. Well done, sir.

Fabian looking sharp but not sharp enough.

Near the triathlon course in Hyde Park.

The only bike riding I’ve been doing here. “Boris” bikes are brilliant. Reasonably priced, convenient and incredibly fun.


Look Mum No Hands

Greetings from LMNH. After an awesome morning of watching the Olympic women’s indoor volleyball (China v. Turkey & Serbia v. S. Korea), Ged and I made our way down to the famous Look Mum No Hands cafe. We shared a lovely pumpkin & lentil soup, as well as a quiche with salad.



I never thought I’d say this (because I was always opposed to the wastefulness of cities), but I love this city.

There’s always something to see or do that just inspires you or challenges you to think differently. I’ve been to London before but never stayed for longer than a few days. Now that I have a few weeks to walk around and catch people doing cartwheels in the park or stumble a free concert, I’m realizing how full of life a large city can be. I’d always thought of cities as dark and depressing (and there are certainly less inspiring parts of the city), and at one point in my life I was morally opposed to cities because they suck up so much energy and are not good for the environment, but but I can’t constantly fixate on my “carbon footprint.” Yes, I try to live my life in a way that I believe is kind to the Earth and myself, however, I do believe the purpose of life is to fin happiness, and, well, I’m happy right now!



Hello from London! We got here yesterday after a short flight from Milan. After a day filled with yoga at a place nearby called the Life Centre (and some Olympic volunteer training for Ged), we’re both relaxing on the couch and watching the Tour time trial. Go, Tejay!