Chartered Wealth Management Sportive

I would like to start this blog thanking everyone who made this event possible. Paula and the team at Chartered Wealth Management, thank you for taking on the challenge! To the charity and all of the riders who joined us giving us the best send off that we could hope for, thank you. I am completely overwhelmed by the level of support you’ve shown.

So, back to the sportive.

Riders had started trickling in to the car park, riders from all over the North West. Team Glow had brought 24 people along and probably won the prize for the best kit. After a few photos with sponsors, our crew chief, some friends who had come out to support the ride and the rest of the sportive riders (I would like to add a woman from Team Glow did threaten to chop my legs off because I stole her position at the front of the photo – you know who you are), we rolled out into the Cheshire lanes.

Within about 10 minutes we were out into the Cheshire countryside. The route was beautiful and followed quiet and traditional cheshire lanes, lined with high hedgerows. There were one or two punchy little climbs out of Goostrey on our way to the half way point, the Old Barn Cafe. When we reached the Old Barn Cafe we were greeted by the PBC support team.

A quick coffee and a big natter with friends and other riders who are all incredibly supportive about the challenge and are genuinely just interested in how we’ve trained, how we will be supported state-side and what has possessed us to do a challenge this big and we’re back into lovely Cheshire lanes.

We’re now on the return route, diving through the Cheshire lanes around Goostrey and Mobberley and the finish line is in sight. We go through the lovely market town of Knutsford, around Tatton Park and the last final test, Park Road, a steep 800 metre climb out of Hale.

46 miles later and we are back the Nightingale Centre, greeted by bacon butties and cups of tea! There’s not much better in life than a bacon butty after a bike ride and takes me back to my racing days of Tuesday night Time Trials in Cramlington were you’re given the best brew in the world after turning yourself inside out.

I still completely overwhelmed by the level of support we’ve received – thank you.

Phone Calls; Late Nights; Train Home

Normally for me the phone rings at 5:34-ish everyday, an eerily accurate time I know, but this must be how long it takes for my Brother to leave work and get into his car. Most of the chitchat, is ramblings and nonsense but we manage to catch up like this each and every day. Over the next two weeks, the time may change but I will anticipate and look forward to each and every call. I’m not naïve, this journey could be dangerous and with each passing day the phone calls will prove to be little sighs of relief for me- I will become less scared and more proud with each passing phone call. If I can, I want to distract from the pain, toil and at times pull my brother out of dark and desperate holes.

We laugh and joke that my ears are being used for these 15 minute car journeys , but in reality it has allowed Tom to laugh, joke, ask about kit choices (I’m a bit of a cycling nerd) and finally, it allows him to brag about endorsements from big kit companies and a level of fitness that I can only dream of. Which nicely leads me to why I wont go on a bike ride with Tom anymore.

I bravely on a beautiful sunny day in March, decided to pluck up the courage and finally go on a bike ride with Tom. Ridiculously I thought I had a chance (I was two weeks out from placing 14th at the Liverpool ½ Marathon- so was no slob), but the reality of the situation quickly caught up with me. Within 45 minutes, I was rocking, rolling and the wheels were starting to fall off. 30 minutes later, the situation had worsened. I was physically finished, trapped in the middle of the Peak District, asking my brother if it would be smarter if we just went for a nice beer and got the train home. He declined, I threw my bike on the floor and begged. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but also inspires confidence. He will be fine at RAAM. Since then, this level of confidence I have in him has only been consolidated; practicing hypoxia and the effects of heat exhaustion, with a smile and an attitude that is much better than my bike throwing antics and tantrums. He will be fine.

So I’m clearly not a useful training partner, but I do think I can bring happiness and distraction from what may seem impossible. That’s my job, I’ll be the clown, the ears and the excited squeaky voice at the end of the phone.

Sam (Tom’s Twin Brother)

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired”

Gatsby, RAAM and me: a crew member’s thoughts two weeks out.

There’s a quote from F Scott Fitzgerald’s ‘The Great Gatsby’ where narrator Nick says “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”

For me this sums up my thoughts about RAAM as well as it did Nick’s view of the USA in the roaring twenties. I’m just a few weeks away from my first RAAM experience, crewing for Tom and James, and the enormity of the challenge is well and truly upon me, bringing with it excitement and fear in large and equal measure.

I’m excited about the thought of being part of an event that lies on the very fringes of human existence. It’s the cyclist’s Everest, an unparalleled challenge on two wheels. RAAM, from all I’ve watched and heard and read, is a crazy cycling carnival spanning 3000 miles and 12 states. It’s a roadtrip of a lifetime. It’s not a holiday. It’s a somnophile’s nightmare, it’s a massive test of resilience for everyone involved.

I explain the concept, the incessant rhythm of the race to friends. Their jaws drop and my heart races. The fact I’m about to be part of this is very special. The fact I’m about to watch my eldest son Tom attempt to beat ‘the machine’ leaves me fumbling for words.

But back to Gatsby. Everyone involved in RAAM is a pursuer. Even winners like Strasser are chasing something. He’s chasing a better time than last year, the perfect ride. Crew members like me are also chasing something elusive, craving an experience that’s beyond the norm. Everyone who attempts RAAM is chasing something, a category record, a cutoff time, a finish. On the flip side everyone is also being chased. I’m excited about the race within the race. Trying the catch the next team. Trying not to be caught.

The busy? That’s everyone. We’re looking at 12 hour crew shifts. 4 hours driving, 4 navigating and 4 doing everything else. And everything else for me includes mechanicals, feeds, water, ice, social media, videography. And very occasionally, sleep. But spare a thought for the riders. Busy doesn’t even come close.

And the tired? From what we’ve heard daily sleep averages hover around two hours out of 24, snatched upright in moving cars, roadside camp beds and if you’re lucky, the nirvana of a motel bed. This is my biggest fear. Functioning as part of a team and doing my level best for Tom and James, who have spent their last two years preparing for what is to come. They’ve become exceptional athletes and I hope to honour their hard work and help them exceed their own expectations.

What are my other fears? The risks are there and we need to be vigilant, focussed and calm amid the chaos. Keep our guys safe and rubber side down. Other minor fears circle around maintaining decent levels of personal hygiene and not putting on 5kgs on a diet of trucker food.

So yes. Excitement and fear. Two sides of the same coin. Just like effort and reward, a coin that we hope lands reward side up in Annapolis around 23 June.

This piece was written by crew member, Eddie Allen, my Dad (Tom’s Dad).

Did you catch us on ITV?

Did you catch us on ITV? Last week me and James were joined by ITV who took a closer look at our training, the challenge and why we’re taking on RAAM.

The crew even joined us inside the chamber at 3,000 metres and 36 degrees which is pretty bloody impressive.

We’d like to say a massive thank you to ITV and the performance team at MIHP for taking time out of their day to accomodate filming and helping us raise awareness of the challenge.

If you’ve missed us the programme check out the interview on the ITV website.

Striking the balance

There might be a few of you out there thinking about taking on RAAM or something similar but like me and James have full time Jobs and you’re thinking how do you fit everything in?   

I’m not going to lie it has been really difficult to try and find a RAAM/Life Balance over the past 18 months. I’ve just bought a house, in the process of doing it up, got a promotion in work and started acting as a consultant. I’m not even going to try and explain what James does everyday because it hurts my head! I only just found out that he doesn’t use a scalpel to operate which kind of shows I might not be best placed to try and go into the complexities of his work life. What I do know is that he’s busy (he does enjoy being busy though ‘cos he’s weird like that). Trying to strike up this balance is very hard but it is possible. People ask you can you train for sleep deprivation but working full-time and training for an event like this is exhausting and  gets your mind ready for an exhausting 9 day cycle across America.  

In terms of training, I think a lot of it is just trying to ride your bike everyday. I’m lucky that my commute to work is an hour each way, so even on an easy day I’m riding for two hours. If you live in the UK you will need to buy a turbo and you’ll hate nearly every minute of it but it is a necessary evil and key to squeezing in quality training in a short space of time.  

There have been moments where my motivation has waned and that is normal. You will have the odd weekend where you think I don’t want to ride my bike and again that’s fine. For instance, it was my Birthday a month out from RAAM, I could have said no I’m not doing anything but I would have resented every moment of it. 

Just to give you an idea of what the our lives have looked like three weeks out from the start of RAAM, me and James have both been in work from 9-6, we both commute in everyday, we have then been going to MIHP to see Ross and have our weekly torture session in the environmental chamber and then we have been fulfilling media commitments with Cycling Weekly, Social Chain and ITV and then coming home and trying to fit all the other stuff in like cooking tea and being normal.  

I’m sure if you ask my partner, Fiona, she’ll tell you that the RAAM/Life balance is more like 80% RAAM and 20% Life which is probably a fair assessment. Other people do end up making sacrifices and you need to be prepared for that – it could be friends who I haven’t seen a lot, partners who become widowed in the evening when you’re dying on the turbo or family who don’t see you as often as they’d like.  

If you get the chance to take on a big event like RAAM do it! It’s hard but the satisfaction of finding that balance between training and day-to-day life is amazing.  

My date with a physio

Over the past few weeks I’ve been struggling with a few niggles and super tight legs and thought it was about time to see a physio. I normally go and get a quite frankly agonising sports massage with me normally tapping out after whenever they go near the side of my quad. James recommended I go see his Physio, Howard at Wilmslow Physio; I think the words he changed my life were banded about.

Two weeks later I’m sitting on Howard’s treatment table.

After doing a quick assessment of my flexibility and movement I’m back on the table and hear the words

Lets stick some pins in you and see what happens

I should mention that as well as being an MSK physio Howard specialises in sport acupuncture and chiropractory.

The first set of pins go into my calves and hamstrings. The pins are about 4cm in length and they’re put straight into the knots in my legs. They’re slightly painful and oddly satisfying – the sensation is really hard to explain but it’s almost as if my these spots were tingling.

Whilst he’s working on my legs on goes an electrical impulse pad (well that’s I’m calling it because I don’t know the fancy word for it) and my back goes into spasm. In Howard’s words “there’s something there and I want to try and break it down”. Pins in, back machine doing its thing off Howard pops for a coffee leaving me with my own thoughts, mainly about how different this is when compared to traditional sports physio.

He comes back, sticks a pin my back where the machine has been working. He still isn’t satisfied and I’m greeted with the words

I’m just gonna have to smack it then.

A few seconds later he rings me out like a sponge and theres a chorus of cracks. He’s satisfied and I’m baffled. I’ve never had chiropractory before and it doesn’t feel natural. The sensation after is deeply satisfying.

A few more pins in my quads and we are done.

An hour on the table and I’ve gained an extra 20 degrees of movement. I’ve gone from not being able to touch my toes to being able to touch the floor.

The man is a genius.

As an athlete everyone has a Eureka moment when they find something that just works and this was it.

I’m scheduled to see him again in two weeks and I cannot wait.

Manchester Institute of Health and Performance

One of the strangest days of our lives! Tom stayed at mine in the Peak District so that cycling weekly could photograph our daily commute into Manchester. 6:45 two journalists knocked on the door and photographed Tom eating his breakfast, well part of his breakfast, he was too slow and we had to leave! On the ride to BMI they got some shots of us riding around the Peak and going in and out of the hospital.
Private clinic done it was time to get my legs waxed. No idea why I volunteered for this, a totally surreal experience, which seemed to give all the women in outpatients a great deal of pleasure, I think it was just the pleasure of watching a man in pain! Having your legs shaved as a man is so weird for many reasons; one – your legs look like someone else’s, two – women give you beauty tips on how to keep your legs in good condition (wtf), three – it’s bloody freezing ha ha and four – I keep running my hands up and down my bald calves ha ha ha

After another ride to the Nightingale centre and a meeting I was running late so I had to pedal hard to MIHP. I want worried. How hard could an hour be in the environmental chamber. Oh dear. We had no idea, lambs to the slaughter.
Mihp have always been so welcoming. They have offered their services for free to support the charity. Having ridden to MIHP in rain at four degrees we knew this is the only way we can prepare for 40-50 degrees in the desert in 40 days time.

The chamber was set at 26 degrees and 2200 metres altitude. A few photos done, Tom and I feeling good we settle in on the bikes at our normal power levels. I immediately feeling really shit and over tired. Cycling weekly interview us for the first 20 mins and it’s super hard to speak, so.. short….of breath. I keep passing them over to Tom to ask him about something so I can breathe between questions. The temp gradually cranks up to 32 degrees. And zero humidity. Tom and I are sweating, I mean really sweating. Ross who’s looking after us in the chamber tells us we are losing 1500ml of water per hour, we cannot drink that fast, we try but after even 25 mins I am grateful when Ross tells us to back off and have a break. Shirts are off. Chat has stopped. This is hard. Drink. Sweat. Drop head and pedal. 30 minute session to go, not sure I can do it. My oxygen sats are 84 % no wonder I feel out of breath. When I see a patient with sats that low I would be seriously 😧 worried. 25 minutes to go, seriously? Not sure I can keep this up, got to. All good training. Twenty minutes to go. Ross asks us repetitive questions about our level of exertion and how hot we feel. I feel “very hot”, top of the scale. Sweat is running off us, not dripping, running.

Ten minutes to go, can’t keep this up, I’m backing off. 3 minutes to go. Thanks god. I can do this. Never been so happy for a workout to end.

Tom and I walk out. Slowly, broken, really tired. 25 mile ride home to go. In the freezing rain . Hungry. Time for an afternoon snack that every athlete needs, McDonalds. Salty fries and mayonnaise never tasted so good, cold milkshake dropping our core temperatures. Sooo good.

See you at MIHP, same time next week.

Diary of a RAAM widow

Some people call themselves football widows, when they lose countless weekends and evenings to their partners obsession with watching a bunch of blokes run around a field. Well for the past 18 months I’ve been a RAAM widow!

As I type this, I’m lying on our comfy sofa under a blanket, I’ve just had some ice cream and watched an episode of Greys Anatomy, and Tom… well, poor Tom has been (and still is) outside the window on his turbo, p***ing with sweat, as he would say, looking like he may throw up at any second. (See picture evidence) Oh, and it’s the start of Easter weekend too, when everyone in their right mind should be indulging at least a little bit right now.

For the past 18 months, Tom has lived and breathed RAAM, which means I’ve been living and breathing it too. Whether it’s lending a supportive ear, helping to plan logistics, trying to watch TV in our old 1 bedroom flat while Tom powers away on his turbo literally right next to me, waking up to the floor shaking from a maximum effort in a pre-work turbo session in the dining room, or not seeing many weekend mornings where the alarm doesn’t go off at 6/7am for his training rides to the Peaks.

I’ve seen Tom come home in bits, and I mean a proper mess, while he was learning how to handle this level and type of training in preparation for the main event. He’s come home freezing cold after a winter ride, standing shivering in front of a radiator and in a hot bath, trying to get warm after hours outside in -6… so cold that their water bottles froze!! He’s come home from fasted rides feeling great, only to go downhill later on and spend the rest of the day feeling generally grim. Even some of his turbo sessions are so tough, that he ends efforts hunched over his bike, while I ponder how fast I can run and get a sick bucket.

With RAAM less than two months away, and given that I’ve volunteered to be part of the support crew, it’s getting VERY real now.

Last weekend we did a practice follow and rider changeover day. We (the support crew) went over our strengths and weaknesses, so we can utilise those to form the best support possible for Tom and James in America. I’ve supported bike rides before, but nothing on this level. Nothing where you (as a crew member) may not get to sleep in a bed for 3 days straight, catching z’s in the van as and when you can, driving through the night behind Tom or James on their bike – ultimately keeping them safe, fed and watered 24 hours a day, for 8 days.

I won’t lie, I can be pretty rubbish when I’m tired. Picture a drunk person, or a toddler… or a drunk toddler, not that I’m endorsing that…. moving on. Anyway my point is, that’s a big worry – being exhausted. I’ll have no right to be saying I’m really tired, when Tom and James are spending 12 hours a day each on their bikes, and going up hills my little car would struggle getting up, but I know I will be. Needless to say I’m excited to get reacquainted with my old pals the Sour Patch Kids, to keep me awake when I need a sugar high. Sometimes I curse myself for my hatred of coffee…

Another thing that plays on my mind is seeing Tom in a state while we’re out there. RAAM as a two person team is incredibly physically demanding, and I know I’ll hate seeing him in any pain, or suffering through any rough patches.

The countdown is really on now. The annual leave is approved, the flights are booked, and I’m doing some super important prep like making playlists to keep us going! There’s even a singalong playlist that’s looking brilliant… Try and contain your excitement support crew.

In all seriousness, I’m so proud of Tom for taking on this mad challenge, and pushing himself to the limit to smash it, even though I think he’s an absolute nutter. I’m excited I get to be part of this, and share in his experience. Saying that though, I’m also looking forward to July, and Sunday’s without alarms set!

I’m now crap at all other exercise

When I write this we are 67 days, 6 hours, 5 minutes and 14 seconds out from RAAM and believe me that’s terrifying.

I’ve just got back from Budapest, the last break I’m allowing myself in training until RAAM – it’s now full steam ahead with training, no distractions just get your head down and get to the States in the best physical shape possible.

Budapest and the break itself was amazing and anyone training for a big event I would whole heartedly recommend that you take a step back from it to refocus the mind and body. When over there I didn’t think about riding my bike. The closest thing I go to training was sitting inside an 85 degree sauna for “heat acclimatisation” – that’s the story and i’m sticking with it. However, I did realise that I am now useless at all other forms of exercise. So, when on a city break we (Me and Fiona) did what most people do and walked ourselves into the ground, going from ice cream parlour to the next recommended tourist attraction and it was after about four-hours of walking round I started to notice some niggles; a sore back, sore hip, tired legs. The dickhead part of my brain springs into action

“aren’t you supposed to be riding a bike around America and you can’t even go for a gentle walk”

I was ruined. How is this possible?! I am the fittest I have ever been and probably ever will be but I’ve been broken in the space of a few hours walking gently around a city. I suddenly feel old and realise that training for an event like RAAM has turned me into a finely tuned athlete, finely tuned for one thing and one thing only. Obviously, I wanted to share my new found atrophy with James which amused him.

A few days later James texts me after walking around London all day.

I couldn’t be happier; solidarity.

There a few lessons I’ve learnt and would like to share with fellow competitors or people thinking about their next challenge. First, take a break and enjoy the break. If your life is just training you will fail. There needs to be some balance in your life and this is especially true if you have a family. Second, you’re going to be crap at any other sport but that’s fine.

A Day in the Life of a Crew Chief

I have known James for about 8 years through work at Wythenshawe Hospital, he was aware I liked cycling and when I told him I was retiring in July 2018 he responded by asking me to do this RAAM event with him. At first I thought, are you joking, I cannot cycle across America, he reassured me it was as part of the support crew so I was relieved and also honoured to be asked.

So…. I retired from the NHS and then spent the next four months in France and Spain, travelling and cycling with my own support crew, Pat (my wife and fellow retiree). Didn’t think much about the event until we were on a beach in Torremolinos when I was contacted by James to ask if we would be prepared to drive an RV back from Annapolis (Near Washington DC) back to San Diego. Pat agreed, eventually, as long as we didn’t sleep in the RV on the way back and had chance to see some of America.

When we got back to England James contacted me to see if I knew anyone else who might want to join the crew. I thought … I know someone who would be ideal, my good lady – Pat. I managed to persuade her (I am not sure she would agree that I persuaded her – lol) to join the crew.

It is currently the 8 April 2018 and I am wondering what the heck I have let myself in for. James and Tom asked me to be their Crew Chief for their Race Across America – sure why not guys I said – and then it hit me after the London RAAM seminar. This is going to be something of a ‘challenge’ as they say in the NHS! Temperatures as high as 125 degrees Fahrenheit, roads with desert to each side or grass that can catch fire if you park over it, potential for Tornado’s and severe thunderstorms or torrential rain along the way sounds wonderful doesn’t it.

I have read and re-read the rules, I have read the gear book too, 55 pages approx.. in each. However I could not get my head around the magnitude of the event from a cyclist point of view. I hatched a plan to map out the whole route on lining wallpaper which I had a spare roll of in the garage. This took me the best part of 6 hours one Sunday afternoon and I have now plotted out the whole route over the 3100 miles of the race, I can now see where the mountains are and where the flatlands will be. I did have to buy another roll to complete the route, it is stretched out over about 30 feet of lining paper showing all the climbs, the Walmart’s the gas stations and all the Time Stations along the way.

James and Tom are aiming to complete the ride in 8 days, we set off on 15 June and will aim to complete on Sunday 23 June, eight days and nights of cycling at an average speed of 16-18 mph. We will have two vans, equipped with bike accessories, food and fluids, washing equipment etc… but when do we rest?

This is really difficult to plan and will need the whole team to consider what would be the best approach. The race will not succeed unless we have a great team who are all working towards James and Tom’s objective. The race crew consist of Darren and Maggie Weatherall, Eddie Allen, Fiona Comley and Gan and ourselves

The crew and racers are meeting this week on 13 April to plan our strategy. We will be talking through the roles and responsibilities of the crew members. Driving, navigating, bike maintenance, nutrition, shopping, washing and most importantly keeping James and Tom entertained and motivated during those difficult times when they would just like to give up and go for a well-earned beer! After our strategy meeting we will practice handing bidons to James and Tom, both at the roadside and from the window of the car. This is not as easy as it sounds. Then we are off into the Peak district practising leapfrog handover of riders and a small amount of direct following which we will have to do each night for 12 hours during the race – 8 long long nights driving at 16-18 mph keeping the riders at a distance of 30 feet in front of us. Easier said than done.

So……. Pat and I continue to discuss tactics, what resources we are likely to need – how many bananas can they eat in 8 days? Where will we get James’ Spaghetti Bolognese (we will get you one somewhere James)? How much water can we actually carry in the van when they will be drinking 1-2 litres per hour. The whole thing is scary but we are determined to get this done and to make sure that James and Tom’s goal is achieved.

What a party we will have when we finish, roll on Annapolis!

Pete, Crew Chief