I could barely turn the pedals. I was lagging so far behind and my exhaustion was making me sad and angry at the same time. Edward was barely pedalling with one leg, 50 meters up the road trying his best to wait for me. He must be so annoyed, I thought to myself. For the life of me, I just couldn’t close the gap. I should’ve been on the couch, laying down, not even sitting. I couldn’t turn back now, though, there was magical cake waiting for me at the half way point. Edward h

I hit the 60km mark my legs detonated into pieces and I finished the bike leg in the most unspectacular fashion. The run, the swim, both forgettable performances and yet Zell Am See 70.3 was a memorable race. Memorable because it was the “almost” I needed to experience. Among the myriad of mistakes and failures, “almost” meant there were pieces of success, parts I’m proud of, and moments that made me certain, not just believe, that more is definitely possible. #Bike #LakeZell

Abruptly, the race started. I hadn’t heard the official start, I just got going when everyone else did. It was a washing machine of elbows as we all merged into the racing line to swim out the 2.2 kilometres. My fate was sealed pretty quickly with so many people and a slow start. Without the skill and speed to move through the thick swarm, I eventually settled into a steady pace behind Has-To-Be-Size-11-Shoes, Mr. Arm Slap on my right and Neon Green Wetsuit Man on my left. Wi

The moment after I committed to go, however, everything seemed to say I had made a bad decision: travel logistics were crazy, I was in between living arrangements, Turkey was making news headlines for all the wrong reasons, suddenly my right knee was painful and getting worse every run, my trip was laden with delays, and I arrived in Antalya exhausted at 1am to a two day epic rain storm. I went through the motions of registration, race briefing, and bike check-in, all the whi

I was nervous the entire week leading up to the race, that was something that hadn’t changed. I was worried about where I needed to be at what time and with what, that everyone else had nicer bikes, about the possibility of finishing last. From my nutrition strategy to my swimming skills and everything in between, I was feeling insecure about everything. Other things had changed. I had an aggressive race strategy and the ambition to attempt it. I had come a long way in a year

The Mont du Chat was a thirty minute spin from my door. It was Saturday so I took the small back roads to avoid the busier bike paths and, except for a few mooing cows and chirping birds, it was blissfully quiet. The climb itself started off the main road in a small town so my mind slowly shifted to traffic and pedestrians as I neared the base of the climb. When I turned left to begin my journey to the summit, I hadn’t really thought about what I had started. And what I had s

“Become a cyclist they said. See the world they said. Maybe it’s not true…” In the second episode of Making the Break, Edward lines up for a typical Frenchie circuit race, Grand Prix Chamoux, and afterwards contemplates life on a bike. Check out the first episode here. #Bike #WorldCyclingCentre #Cycling #Sport #KamilMigdol #criterium #GPChamoux #TillDrobish #makingthebreak #EdwardGreene #France #SarahKimBonner #UCAubenas #RoadCycling #Frenchracing

Fourth pink hat from the right, putting my goggles on, ready to get going! We had been swimming for maybe 100m but all evidence pointed to the fact that I had been crammed into a tumble dryer with 600 heavy weight boxers. I don’t know what I thought would be different this time, as I gasped for air while getting kicked in the temple. It was my second triathlon, second bunch swim and my conviction to “get in it” this time now seemed completely stupid and made me question my en

First race back: Triathlon des Gorges de l’Ardeche What’s longer than a year? 350 days of rehab. But I’m back. And I’m racing. It’s been almost a year since my last race. Frankly, I haven’t felt like much of an athlete because what’s athlete who doesn’t race? Even when I felt good enough to enter an event, I had pulled out of so many that I stopped thinking about racing all together. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up. But the long term plan toward building into triathlon

Our “dryer.” My dad always says “tough ride, tough rider” and although the last ten days of riding in torrential rain were tough, it was putting on wet shoes day after day that really tested my toughness. With no tumble dryer and no sun, our apartment turned into one big drying rack; every handle, railing, and hook was covered in some piece of kit and the area in front of the heaters became prime real estate. Pretty soon, the whole apartment smelled like wet cycling shoes and

Getting here was no easy task! Over the past two weeks I have been busy relocating my life to France. With last year’s move to Holland under my belt things were going quite smoothly. I managed to pack up the house and get my life into a 23kg suitcase and, along with my bike, I was ready to go. My itinerary was long: Cape Town to Johannesburg to Amsterdam to Lyon to Montelimar to Aubenas. No big deal, however, it would be a full 24 hours and I would be in my new house and reun