Despite starting out in 2010 as a keen member of the LMNH’s RT I haven’t been the most active racer. What have I been doing with my time you may wonder? I have been busy producing beautiful baby Erin. (I would say she is beautiful, ’cause I am her mum)
I have been asked several times if child birth is worse than racing an Olympic Final. I can honestly say it is one of the hardest things I have endured. When you finish a hard race you might be awarded a medal and if you are really lucky the national anthem is played. This time we were awarded with a lovely daughter and I have promised daddy that I will not hide her in my sock drawer.
Anyway, what next? Apparently once you have had a baby you should rest up, sleep when the baby sleeps and generally take it easy. Ha ha ha! Where is the fun in that?
So I have taken a slightly different approach to motherhood and decided the route to sanity and the return of the pelvic floor is to get out for some fresh air.
Cross racing when Erin was only 9 weeks old was perhaps a little ambitions, and despite the Dulwich rider who pushed me off and rode over my leg (resulting in one cracked helmet, bruised face, stitches in the leg and not even an “ops sorry”) it was a lot of fun. And it was awesome to be back with the girls racing.
And I took her to the gym so we could do our hamstring stretches together…however, we all know who is the boss.
So I am on my mission to be back supporting the girls this summer – something that would not be possible without the help of my fabulous husband, David, who doesn’t mind a broken rider returning home covered in mud from a hard race, or exhausted from a hilly ride. We all know that sometimes we get tired and need a little rest…
But dreaming of monkey’s is a good thing. Right?