I’m in love. Unfortunately, it’s with an expensive piece of kit that stretches beyond the realms of my piggy bank and won’t fit in my car boot. Happily, there are other ways to experience the joy of recumbent tricycling.
I took a tumble on holiday. It wasn’t pretty, and it wasn’t quite what I was expecting, but I’m still in one piece and raring to go. Here’s how I might improve things next time.
Day to day, in my home exercise routine, I don’t always notice the small improvements I’m making. But the benefits really show up on holiday.
Parkinson’s is a cruel thief that steals many of our skills and abilities. I thought I’d lost my balance forever, but I’ve stolen some of it back.
I’ve reconnected with the sport I love and thought I wouldn’t be able to do again. It feels great.
On this, the 40th anniversary of my best athletic achievement, I’ve finally decided to stop running badly and focus on walking brilliantly. Here’s why.
My holiday bucket list is ticked. I’ve been to some wonderful places. But I’m not going back. Here’s why.
For two glorious weeks in the summer of 2012, I saw the world at its best in the safe, clean and joyous place that was London’s Olympic Park.
