Love Letters to Lycra 1


This morning I stepped out of bed in the dark, padded towards the bathroom and trod in something squishy. It was soft and it squelched. As I stepped away it wrapped itself around my ankles and toes, and held on. How it made its way to me I don’t know because its type is usually confined to …

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Love Letters to Lycra 5 – to Men

We are none of us an island (photo

My phone pings, interrupting my thoughts. “I was behind “xxxx” on the last descent. He took it too wide, hit the grass, over the handlebars at 40kmh.” Heart jumps, heart stops. “Up and back on the bike within 30 seconds. Full forward roll.” Heart beats again. I won’t name the acrobat but I’m not at …

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Golden Threads

Sara Bahayi  (credit Andrew Quilty/For The Washington Post)

There is no possibility of peace today, I find myself unable to settle. My unruly mind is leaping about from hilltop to hilltop, peering down, around and all about the landscape below. Exercise is a good idea; yes, I shall walk the hills and listen to the World News through my headphones, it will give …

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Love Letters to Lycra 4 – Hairy Tales

photo credit .au

Next week I fly to one of my favourite spots on the planet, to greet my beloved and three of The Handbags. They’re off to Queenstown over the Southern Alps of New Zealand for the annual 1000km charity ride. Having supported a few causes over the years, they’ve chosen Chain Reaction this time around. He says he’s ready, fit from morning …

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Love Letters to Lycra 3 – Amazeballs

In their happy place

You are amazeballs. Yes you, Love Letters to Lycra reader. Not only did you make Part one of Love Letters to Lycra go viral with all your lovely sharing, many of you have also been in touch via the comments below, Twitter and Facebook to post your stories – Amazeballs (or numballs as some might say …

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Love Letters to Lycra 2 – Gravel

Handbag Harmony

Hello again. Guess what, there’s a blue bottomed rhesus monkey clinging to the back of my bedroom door this morning. He’s hanging on for his life with his skinny mesh arms reaching up to the hook. Under his spongy blue bottom poke two limp little black and white lycra legs. He’s Red Bottom the Bike Knicks’ cousin I …

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