“What about the Fred Whitton?” Kate asked. I’d been explaining my quest to find big hills to cycle up in preparation for the Alpe d’Huez long distance triathlon in August 2018.
“Fred who?” I replied.
As she told me about the UK’s toughest cycle event – 113 miles with 3900 m of ascent incorporating the steepest passes in the Lake District – my interest was piqued. Yes, this was definitely what I needed. I resolved to enter. Nothing to do with the fact that the New Year’s bells were about to chime, or the effects of prosecco. Continue reading “Riding like a girl: The Fred and me”