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Bad Workmen Blame Their Tools.

I’m speaking to a friend about purchasing a new bike and I have a budget of about £2,000.  My friend turns to me and says: “Why do you want to spend so much on a bike, it’s not as if you’re going to cycle up Helvellyn?” , to which I reply: “I already have!”

My father always said to me as a child, “A bad workman always blames his tools.”  I took my meaning of what this meant, and now realise, that whilst there is some logic in it, it is a belief that limits my performance.  I have an ‘adequate’ bike.  It does the job and has helped me get bike fit for India.  However, I test rode a demo bike from the local bike shop (by the way, if you need some real proper advice on mountain bikes, do speak to these guys . . .  www.mountain-trax.com).   The bike made a phenomenal difference to my performance.  I cycled up hills where before I had struggled, I went down a ‘half pipe’ and actually did a jump . . . there was at least a 1mm gap so it classes as a jump!

Having the right tools for the job makes a massive difference.  It takes an ‘OK’ performance to good.  More importantly it makes you feel great.

What Goes Up Must Come Down - Helvellyn

On getting to the top of Helvellyn in the Lake District, which was extremely hard, at least I had the knowledge that I could roll, I mean cycle, down the other side.

Well, getting down was as much effort as getting up.  The main path down was extreme.  The guide we had from the internet said it is possible to ride 90% of it.  We rode 10% of it.  There were rock steps which were uneven, jagged and each one stepped down significantly.  You had to be an extreme rider so Ian and I pushed and carried our bikes again.  Where we could ride, we of course did.

Frustration for me took over at one point which was not a resourceful experience.  I wanted to ride so I took my own route.  It was too steep.  I ended up coming off over the handlebars and because it was so steep neither I nor the bike stopped bouncing down the hill.  At one point the bike flew over my head.  I wear a helmet, but a bike crashing down on you would certainly hurt.  I lost confidence after this fall, which was probably a good thing.  It turns out, my forte is going down hills.  I put it down to being a ski instructor when I was in my early 20’s.  Ian on the other hand is great at going up them!

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It’s All Relative

We had made the top of Helvellyn.  It had been a tough bike ride and an equally tough walk carrying the bikes.  Though once we were at the top, we had the knowledge that we could ride down the other side.Ian and I set off and coming towards us were a bunch of teenagers.  And they had their uni-cycles.  I’m feeling good making it on a mountain bike and a bunch of girls and guys had only the one wheel to ride. It reminded me of the Desiderata Poem written around 1920 by Max Ehrmann (1872-1945).  The poem starts: ‘ Go placidly amongst the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence’.  One of the lines says:  ‘If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be a greater and lessor person than yourself’.I was proud of what I had achieved and seeing these teenagers on uni-cycles made me smile.  Yes their challenge was simply harder by lack of a wheel, but it’s not about comparing, it’s about achieving our own goals whatever they may be and being excited for other people and what they are achieving.

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Are they mad?!

One Step At A Time!

Ian and I are back together for our final training weekend before our trip to India.  I have been putting in the miles on my mountain bike since our last trip to Mt Snowdon in Wales earlier in the year.  Ian insisted on checking my bike based on past experience before we set off.  We make some adjustments.  We are heading for the Lake District the next day and his daughter has found on the internet a route called Highway to Hell.  It involves cycling to the top of Helvellyn, which is England’s 3rd highest peak.  This sounds challenging!

After our drive into the ‘Lakes’, we park up and set off.  The first 2 ½ hours of our ride is up-hill.  We hadn’t just chosen a hard cycle ride, we had chosen a hard walk.  In places, we not only had to push the bikes, but had to carry them.  Of the 19 ½ miles we travelled (according to the trip computer) we must have carried the bikes an additional 2 miles at various stages.  Walkers were stopping to take a breather, and they didn’t have an overnight backpack and a bike on their shoulder.

I do not think I have done anything so physically hard.  I remember giving a motivational speech and spoke about ‘how to walk from John O’Groates to Lands End’.  The answer is ‘one step at a time’.  It’s true.  I just didn’t think I would be playing this back in my head as I walked up Helvellyn.   ‘One step at a time’.  I kept repeating it as I took one more step.  It worked as I made it to the top.It was a great achievement, a test of our fitness, and for both Ian and I, we felt a level of confidence.  We knew that India and the foothills of the Himalayas would be tough but we had made it up Helvellyn.

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 Helvellyn - Ian and I make it to the top!

The Crank Fell Off

During the cycle ride, there was a squeaking, grinding noise coming from the crank.  The noise seemed to be getting worse.  Ian and I had cycled a few miles out of a small village when suddenly the crank and pedal wobbled in a very peculiar way.  Before I had time to think ‘ Oh what’s happening?’, the crank fell off! 

Often ‘situations’ happen in life and it’s the ‘meaning’ we put on these ‘situations’ that effect us.  The same two things can happen to two different people – one person may laugh, the other person may get stressed.  I choose to laugh.  In fact so did Ian!Ian and I did a running repair on the side of the road.  We set off and within half a mile, the crank was wobbling again.  It was not looking good.  We were on a country lane, a few miles between villages.  Yet around the next corner there was a small industrial estate.  I walked in and the first person I met, I explained the crank had fallen off my bike and was wondering if someone had a socket set.  He went to the back of his car and produced a 248 piece socket set (OK I may exaggerate).  We fixed the crank on and for the first time in weeks, the squeaking, grinding noise stopped.  A lesson learnt I think.  Strange noises need attention. 

It was shortly after the next village we were back in the hills cycling up a very rough track, when a car with spoilers and lowered suspension came up past us.  ‘That’s very strange’ Ian and I commented.  It made sense a few miles later when we passed the car parked up in the middle of nowhere with the windows steamed up!

Something is better than nothing.

It is 2 of 3 of our Mt Snowdon trip.  Whilst all I had cycled around Virginia Water a few times, it made me realise that sometimes it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you do something.  Clearly my exercise regime wasn’t enough but without doing what I had, I could not have continued on day 2.  We had cycled 24 miles the day before, 19 miles further than my normal outing and I wasn’t too sore at all.  What concerned me was if the previous day was a warm up, what did Ian have in store for today?  The simple answer was more hills to go up!  It turned out we climbed 700ft during the day.  Though as the saying goes all things that go up must come down.  It turns out I’m good at going down.

The day is grey and it is drizzling.  No one is out. On the way down there is a large slate ridge across the path.  It is used to direct rain water into the side gulley.  As I approach this slate, I realise its bigger than the rest I have ‘bunny hopped’ over.  This one needs respect.  I brake hard. My body goes forward on the bike.  I cannot ‘bunny hop’ .  I hit it hard.  I fly over the top of the handle bars and somehow manage to land on my back in the heather off to the side.  Remember I said no one was about.  Well not until that exact moment!  After it was established I was OK, Ian laughed..

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  Chris in San Francisco

“Still not the Himilayas”

24 Gears!

This is our first ‘proper’ training weekend.  Ian and I are staying in North Wales near Mt. Snowdon. 

Ian knew this area well having a holiday home in the area and having cycled most of the routes around.  He had planned a weekend of fitness for us . . . well for me, really.  It turns out that Ian also does triathlons.  I hadn’t considered his level of fitness in comparison to mine, until now.  Ian had planned a little warm up on the Friday afternoon.   A LITTLE WARM UP. . . . . . .  

It was an old railway line from a slate mine to the coast.  The trains were loaded with slate and pushed off, where they trundled for the 15 miles to the coast under their own weight.  Starting at this quaint fishing village and old port meant I was cycling uphill from the start and Ian, being a lot fitter, went faster!  As my heart was pounding, I decided if I have a charity to support it would be the British Heart Foundation (link on the right if you would like to make a donation).  Whilst I was cycling, and hurting, it made me think cycling around Virginia Water was not going to be enough to get me through the foothills of the Himalayas for 10 days. 

Ian was fantastic.  I was feeling guilty as he would have to stop and wait for me though just kept saying, I think this gives us an idea of what it’s going to be like!

I also have to point out he was in lycra cycling trousers, lycra cycling top, backpack, whilst I was wearing rugby jogging bottoms, a running top, though I did have  a proper helmet.  I felt like the poor cousin.  It was also the first time in the 23 years of my bike, that I had had to use all 24 gears.   

I remember thinking to myself, “That’s why these bikes have so many gears!”

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“Me and my old bike”

Losing weight

Living the good life and putting on weight by looking at food do not go well together.  Business despite the recession has been good.  My belief is that as companies’ sales slow, they look at how they can get their sales force to achieve results as order taking is no longer an option.  With sales going well for endless perception,  I found myself working harder, which meant more business dinners and more late night takeaways.  This is not a way to carry on, though it was hard for me to change my ways! 

As an NLP trainer, I certainly know the tools and techniques to motivate myself and how to have the inner conversation.  The problem was I didn’t have a massive goal.  As soon as I decided I was going to India, I knew I had to get fit and it started by losing weight.  My ideal weight for my height is just under 14 stone.  I’m ashamed to admit I was weighing in at 19 stone 4 lbs.  I signed up to a weight loss programme and in the first week lost 1 stone 2lbs.  After 4 months, I had lost 4 stone and weighed just over 15 stone.  During this time I had not started exercising.  My focus up to now was on losing weight. 

Ian and I had agreed to a training weekend.  He has an apartment in North Wales so we were going to cycle around Mount Snowdon.  We know it’s not the Himalayas, though it is hilly.  It was now time for me to get on a mountain bike and start getting fit.  I convinced my housemate, Rowena, or Row for short, to come training with me and of course my 2 dalmations, Oscar and Millie, would come.  Well we cycled around Virginia Water.  There is a small hill and we both got off to push our bikes up it.  The next day neither of us could walk properly and after a couple of days I was still a little sore in the saddle.  Row and I would cycle around the lake (3 – 4 miles) 3 times a week.  We knew we were getting fitter as we could now get up the small hill without stopping!   I’m not ready for Mt Snowdon but that’s the next trip.  Ian keeps e-mailing me saying he has a plan for our weekend away.  Help!

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Millie and Oscar

How it started!

It’s September 2008 and I’m with a friend and customer, Ian Hunter. Ian attended one of my Business NLP programmes earlier this year. We meet 2 or 3 times a year to catch up in London. He works for Fujitsu and has become an informal mentor to me ever since flying out to see me giving a keynote speech in Spain a couple of years ago.

I was saying to Ian, “….whilst I do a good number of keynote speeches on Motivation, Sales Excellence and The Customer Experience, I do not have a story. I haven’t won gold at the Olympics, fallen down a crevasse or pull the jaws of a crocodile open to remove my leg!” It was at that point, Ian suggested I join him on a cycling trip across the foothills of the Himalayas.

Without a second thought, I said YES!

It is very easy to make such a quick decision when you are clear on what your goals are. I know where I want to take my business and how I need to give more keynote speeches as a way to develop the business. This adventure gives me a story and whilst I am not planning to grapple a Bengal Tiger, there are going to be a number of challengers that I will need to face.

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Bengal Tigers