St Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day; the one day a year when we are supposed to be skipping around with hearts beating full of love and excitement, heady with the anticipation of an evening of romance, but why? Who decided this was the day when lovers loved and cynics scowled, whilst roses trebled in price and restaurants bulged with cosy couples.

After many hours perusing a variety of websites, including History Online and Catholic Online, I may have got to the bottom of it and, surprisingly, it turns out Hallmark didn’t invent the concept. In fact, it’s been a heart shaped day on the calendar longer than you would expect; A.D.496 to be precise, when Pope Gelasius first marked the 14th February as a day of celebration to honour St Valentine’s martyrdom, and we have been celebrating it ever since.

So, let’s go back to the very beginning, or at least what is generally accepted as the beginning, and it’s a tale as old as time; shrouded in mystery and debate.

Cue romantic music and wispy clouds…

The name Valentine actually comes from ‘Valentinus’, the Latin word for worthy or powerful. Between the second and eighth centuries A.D, the moniker became a popular leading to more Valentines being canonised and to date, there are around a dozen ‘St Valentine’s’, but we need to go even further back, around A. D. 270, to learn more about the man responsible for all the hearts and flowers; the patron saint, St Valentine of Rome.

What I seem to have worked out is that way back in the annals of history, the mean Roman Emperor, Claudius II felt single men made better soldiers, so he merrily banned marriage for young men. Valentine, who was the Bishop of Terni, felt the injustice of these laws and defied the authorities, continuing to perform weddings, minister to Christians and convert non-believers. This came to the attention of Claudius and he was put under house arrest with Judge Asterius, to whom he continued to pledge his religious beliefs and the validity of Jesus.

The Judge decided to put Valentine’s religion to the test and presented him with his blind daughter, vowing to become his servant if could restore her sight, which he duly did. Humbled by what he had witnessed, Asterius immediately destroyed all the ‘false idols’ around his home, fasted for three days and was baptized before freeing all his Christian prisoners. Of course, this enraged the Emperor and Valentine was taken to Rome, where Claudius ordered him to renounce his faith, or be beaten and beheaded. Refusing, Valentine was executed on 14th February A.D.269 having left a farewell letter with the Judge’s daughter signed simply, ‘Your Valentine’. In the eyes of the Catholic church, his actions made him a martyr and he was canonised, becoming known as St Valentine of Rome.

That’s just a rough summary and, like most religious stories, there are many versions, inc Valentine being a temple priest, or falling in love with his jailer’s daughter, along with different dates and places. With so little being known about him, the Catholic church removed St Valentine from the General Roman Calendar in 1969 but, thankfully for Hallmark, he is still recognised as a saint. Whatever the story, they all result in Valentine dying at the hands of Claudius II and, whilst tellings may differ, the fact remains that Valentine did actually exist in one form or another as archaeologists have unearthed Roman catacomb and an ancient church dedicated to him.

And that’s the tale of St Valentine of Rome, but is that the start of the story?

As with many religious celebrations, it’s believed the Christian church may have decided to place St Valentine’s day in the middle of February to take advantage of ‘Lupercalia’, a pagan Roman festival celebrated at the ides of February, (15th).

According to Wikipedia and Encyclopedia Britannica, Lupercalia was conducted by priests called Luperci and was associated with the god of fertility, Faunus. The rite began with the sacrifice of a dog and two goats following which, two young priests approached the altar to have their foreheads touched with a bloody knife. The blood was then wiped off with milk soaked wool, the two men would laugh and the sacrificial feast with salt mealcakes, prepared by vestal virgins followed. Later, the Luperci created thongs from the hide of the sacrificed animals, dressed themselves in the skins of the sacrificed goats and ran around Palatine Hill, striking any woman who came close enough to the blood soaked thongs. The young women and girls were eager to be slapped with the hide, welcoming it as an aid to fertility in the coming year.

Roses and chocolates don’t look so bad now do they?

The Lupercalia festival was eventually outlawed by the Church, with Pope Gelasius declaring St Valentine’s Day, but it’s not until when, in the Middle Ages, the day became associated with the start of the birds’ mating season, that love blossomed. This seems an appropriate time to point out that St Valentine is also the Patron Saint of bees.

Ok, now we have the man, we have the season and we have the reason, but what’s with the written declarations of love and endearment in cheesy cards? How did a letter signed ‘Your Valentine’ become a rally cry to express your deepest feelings in poetic verse?

It seems first written Valentine messages started appearing in the 1400’s, with the medieval English poet, Geoffrey Chaucer, long since being given the *credit/blame (*delete as appropriate) for inventing the Valentine’s Day we celebrate today. There’s no record of any romantic celebrations on 14th February until 1375 when Chaucer wrote Parliament of Foules. In it he links the tradition of courting with holding a feast on Valentine’s Day, something unheard of before then, but which is now a key part of the day’s festivities.

In 1415 Charles, Duke of Orleans, wrote a poem to his wife from the Tower of London, where he was being held prisoner following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt. This declaration of love is now part of the manuscript collection of the British Library in London, so if you are ever looking for the message that will get you the most bonus points, you know where to head. It seems imprisonment is a great way to get the creative valentine juices flowing, although I don’t recommend modern star-crossed lovers go to such extremes to improve their prose!

In 1597, Shakespeare gave us the biggest love story of them all, with Romeo declaring to his Juliet, “my bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite”. If you are ever stuck for a valentine quote to win over your sweetheart’s love; let the Bard do the writing for you.

By the 18th century we were all over the idea of Valentine’s Day, just in time for Robbie Burns to claim “And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry”. It became more common for people from all walks of life to exchange small gifts and handwritten notes with friends and lovers, although the bar for the perfect message was already set quite high by the 19th century. In 1845, after reading her poetry, a little-known poet, plucked up the courage to write to Elizabeth Barrett for the first time. This letter was the first of nearly six hundred they wrote to each other and ignited one of the literary world’s most enduring love affairs. In 1850 and inspired by love, Elizabeth asked “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways”, in her collection of forty four love sonnets, dedicated to that poet; her husband, Robert Browning

Thankfully, the need to be inventive and wordy was finally resolved in the 1900’s when printed cards started to appear; much to the relief of many a wordstruck lovers, trapped in an era when a direct expression of one’s feelings was positively discouraged. Fast forward to 2017 and the perfect valentine’s message is merely a Google away with Amazon on hand to provide anything you need for those last minute ‘lack of inspiration’ gifts.

Right, to recap: we have the man, the season, the reason, and the rhyme. All that’s left to work out is the big romantic gesture, proposals and roses; mustn’t forget the roses.

St Valentine is the patron saint of engaged couples, epilepsy, fainting, greetings, happy marriages, love, lovers, plague, travellers and young people, oh and bee-keepers; bless those wonderful bee-keepers! I’ll side-step plagues for now, but with so much responsibility to love, lovers, engaged couples, happy marriages and those greetings, it seems St Valentine of Rome really is worthy of us going that extra mile in his honour.

It’s important you put a lot of thought into your starring moment; after all, this is going to set the standard for the rest of your relationship, right? Start off too big and you are going to spend the rest of your Februarys trying to outdo ‘the best Valentine’s Day ever’. Start off too small and… well you probably won’t have to worry about the second one!

But what to do? Well as you sit and ponder your grand moment, it’s worth noting that unless it compares to the likes of King Nebuchadnezzar II building the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, or Mughal emperor Shah Jahan commissioning The Taj Mahal, then you may just come up a bit short. You could take a leaf from composer Richard Wagner’s music sheet and compose a symphony or, assuming you have one, you could follow the example of Edward VIII and abdicate your throne (N.B giving up your seat on the bus does not count). How about locking yourself in the bathroom and recreating one of Horace Greasley’s two hundred escapes from a World War II Nazi prison of war camp to be with his lover, Rosa Rauchbach? Bit too much? Perhaps the love note in their lunch time piece will do the trick.

Finally, on to the roses. Why do we send these blood red blooms to our paramour? St Valentine of Rome is depicted in pictures with birds and roses, but the Greeks and Romans had long since tied the red rose to their goddesses of love, Aphrodite and Venus.

Traditionally, the red rose is the flower of choice when it comes to declaring your undying love, but as Shakespeare himself says, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” so what are the other (and let’s be honest, cheaper) options?

Well, according to the font of all knowledge (Wikipedia) asters can be used as symbols of love, as well as chrysanthemums, primrose, lilacs, crocus, gardenia, forget-me-not and even daisies. It seems red tulips stand for undying love, although these shouldn’t be confused with the hopeless love of a yellow tulip. Gorse is a ‘love for all seasons’ kind of flower, whilst honeysuckle promises devoted affection and even the much maligned and over-looked red carnation implies a deep and passionate love (although if you receive a striped carnation in return, you may have lucked out).

On the flipside, it’s probably best to avoid narcissus (for obvious reasons) as well as the one-sided love of a white tulip and, as the hydrangea can mean frigidness or heartlessness, you might want to leave them off the shopping list too.

If all this information has filled you with panic, it’s worth noting that if you get it wrong on 14th February, there’s always the option of celebrating one of the other dozen St Valentines; I mean, who says St Valentine of Rome should get all the fuss? You could add in that element of surprise and get ahead of the game with St Valentine of Raetia on 7th January, or hold a late recovery on 3rd November, by honouring St Valentine of Viterbo, assuming your disappointed beau is speaking to you by then.

So there you have it; the reason why we celebrate St Valentine’s Day on 14th February, what’s expected of us and why but, if this post has filled you with inspiration and you’re now rushing around in panic to plan a romance filled day of petals and prose, it’s worth remembering the wise words of Helen Keller, “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart”.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Accessories or accessible?

Accessible cycling takes many forms and, whilst Flora may look like a standard bike, there’s a lot going on that’s been adapted to suit my needs, so I thought I’d share, in case it helps anyone.

(If you’re interested in any of the accessories, I’ve listed them at the bottom of this post).

First and foremost, nothing would be happening without my Volt Bikes Pulse LS. It’s not just that it’s an ebike; it’s the type of ebike that makes a huge difference to me.

Firstly, and very obviously, it’s low step which means I can get on and off it easier, although even then, sometimes when I’m tired it may as well be a standard frame!

Secondly is the motor; let me explain. When I decided I was going to buy my own ebike, I did a lot of research and, to be honest, the Volt Metro was the only folding ebike with suspension, which was vital for me as I was struggling with joint pain from the vibration through the handlebars on the Tern.

At that point I hadn’t really given the motor placement much thought, but when I was out cycling with my husband who, was using a mid-motor Tern, we would swap bikes and it soon became apparent that the rear motor made a huge difference to my ability to pedal.

When I decided to go up Ben Rinnes, I need an mtb as there was no way Buzz was going to get up there so, as I couldn’t afford another brand new bike, I purchased a second hand frame from my work and had it adapted by Coast ‘n Cruise.

The motor was actually in the front wheel and, after a while, it became apparent this was causing problems with grip, because I couldn’t put enough weight through the front wheel, so the wheel would spin with the power of the motor. After a lot of discussion with friends at work, I bought another kit and got it swapped to a mid motor.

The change was immediate, but not in a good way! I struggled to pedal consistently and couldn’t cope with any kind of slope, so the only thing left was to sell my beloved Buzz and buy an ebike more suited to my new cycling adventures.

I contacted Volt to explain my requirements and they happily made some adjustments and I was soon the proud owner of a Pulse LS, and I can honestly say I’ve never regretted my decision. In fact, we were so impressed by it, that we quickly bought a second bike for my husband.

I don’t understand the technicalities behind it, but a rear motor definitely helps with pedaling. It seems to take the resistance out of the pedals, making it much easier to keep moving. Then you have Volt’s 4 power settings, so I always have enough oomph to keep me going (especially into headwinds).

The Pulse also has the incredible ‘walk assist’ paddle, which I always need for setting off, plus it gets me across roads quicker, and with less wobbling.

Set up wise; my saddle is slightly lower than it should be, as my balance is rubbish and I have to be able to put both feet on the ground when I stop, and my handlebars are a little higher, to decrease the bend in my wrists and shoulders.

Onto the accessories and joint issues mean I can’t use a backpack, so I needed a solution for all the gubbins cyclists need to carry! I discovered Cyclechic panniers which are beautiful, but they are also ‘accessible’ as they sit much higher than standard panniers (which are too low for me to reach into) plus they easily clip off and double as bags.

Balance issues mean I always wobble into the road when I try looking over my shoulder, so a mirror is essential and, as I can’t reach down for my bottle for the same reason, that needed to be ‘up front’ as well, so I have a handlebar extension, which also holds my phone and Insta360.

So there you have it. It’s not sleek, and I’m sure ‘proper’ cyclists view it all with amusement, but it works for me, and that’s what counts.

1. Volt Pulse with low step frame and rear motor (ÂŁÂŁ off with my discount code)
2. Lower saddle height
3. High panniers (from Cyclechic & no longer available)
4. Volt power settings and go button
5. Handlebar extension (on Amazon)
6. Bottle holder: Elit Cannibal XC holder with Topeak cage mount
7. Mirror (on Amazon)
8. Media centre: Quad lock for phone and Insta360 mount

Oh and a bike rack!

How a Wobbly Cyclist was made.

In 2016, my life was turned around by the amazing charity, Flying Scholarships for Disabled People (FSDP). 

To be able to quantify the difference they have made to my life is very difficult to put into words, but I will give it a go; in the hope that my story encourages someone else to take up the baton and apply for their own, life-changing scholarship. As clichĂ©d as this all sounds, it cannot be more heartfelt and honest, and here’s why.

My story begins in Lossiemouth, Moray where I have been blessed to live for the past 27 years.  I am in my 50’s and have a condition called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (hEDS), with fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis joining in the party, as well as other underlying conditions like Reynaulds, Sjogrens and menieres.

Between them, they gradually reduced my mobility over the years, and deteriorating mental and cognitive skills left me with self-doubt and anxiety, even driving the five miles to our local town, filled me with panic in case I got lost.  I had eventually resigned myself to long term health issues, and had adapted my lifestyle accordingly, but that brought with it its own anxiety ridden issues, with every activity involving lots of planning, anticipating every eventuality.  Overthinking was paralyzing me more than my health issues did.

Before FSDP,  another big issue for me was whether I should identify myself as disabled? That may sound daft, but think about it; what do we class as disabled?  If someone is missing limbs, paralyzed or diagnosed with MND for example, we would immediately understand that person was ‘disabled’. But what about hidden disabilities like illness/pain/fatigue/cognitive issues?  These can be equally disabling, but without the visible proof of, let’s say, a wheelchair or prosthetic limb, it’s a lot harder to identify.

So, in December 2015 I struggled with the dilemma of filling in a Flying Scholarships for Disabled People application form. Would I be taking a chance away from someone who actually deserved it; someone who was really disabled? Would they think I was a fraud?  Even after I sent the application off, I continued to question my validity and, needless to say, I was fairly certain in the knowledge I wouldn’t be picked up for their candidate selection; confident I wouldn’t have to leave the safety of my Lossiemouth comfort zone.

Well that wasn’t to be the case and at the end of January 2016 I received a letter saying I had been accepted; I was to attend the selection board at RAF Cranwell in February, along with eighteen other candidates. This was scary to say the least! I was going to have to spend three days, on my own among ‘strangers’, trying to convince people that I was worthy of a scholarship that I still wasn’t sure I deserved or qualified for.

During selection, I was among people who had clear physical disabilities, as well as those who had been through mental illness, or had illnesses that affected them physically, and there I was, merely in pain, fatigued and mentally foggy.  However, as much as I felt I wouldn’t receive a scholarship, I was equally determined to make sure I made the most of the gifted experience and gave the process my best efforts.

I had my medical, told the Trustees about me and my life, proved I could clamber in and out of an aircraft safely and took a test I had been struggling for months to ‘revise’ for.  I spent three days with some incredible people and came away with a new understanding of what disabled meant but, more importantly, what it meant to me.

Cranwell gave me the courage to come out as someone with disabilities; I used my mobility scooter locally and risked bumping into people who only saw me in my role as a capable, busy person. I found peace in understanding it was ok to class myself as disabled; accepting that I wasn’t stealing anything away from anyone else. FSDP’s selection process taught me that it’s not about how disabled someone is, for them it’s about what that person will get out of a scholarship. For me, that wasn’t the physical act of learning to fly, it was about overcoming my fear of being without my support network, the fear of not being able to learn and rediscovering a person I used to be and that is what I had told them.

Three days after returning home, the phone rang and I waited for the gentle let down and explanation as to why this scholarship wasn’t for me. I still felt that others were more deserving, not because of my disability level now, but because I would never expect to be given such an opportunity. But I was wrong, very wrong!

I had been chosen for a scholarship and would be spending three weeks with John Griffin of Gryphon Aero Club at Kemble airfield in Gloucestershire.

How on earth was I going to manage that! I had never been away from home for more than a week, and even then, never alone.  The idea of packing for three weeks freaked me out even more than the idea of taking off in a light aircraft.  The thought processes of trying to work out how much medication I would need, what sort of shoes and how many pairs to take, finding a hat (yes, ridiculous I know) and worrying if the aircraft would be cold and to take gloves threw me into such a frenzy that I had a cognitive meltdown and couldn’t even work out how many pairs of socks to pack. How on earth was I going to learn to fly; what had they done? 

I tried to ready myself for the scholarship, but how can you prepare yourself mentally for the complete unknown? I may as well have been planning a camel ride across the Sahara, which seemed more achievable than what I was about to do! All the time knowing there was no way I was going to come out of the scholarship unchanged, but not grasping how. One thing was sure though; I was going to wring every last drop out of the opportunity. Worst case scenario, I would have some cool stories to tell my family.

In the weeks before I left, I began to realise that my comfort zone wasn’t just a place, it was the people within that zone too.  The ones who laughed at me, put up with me forgetting stuff, rolled their eyes when I came out with stupid words and the ones who loved me, despite my many flaws.  I needed these people around me, they were like a warm blanket or my favourite slippers, they kept me safe. The worry of being so far away from my family, home and friends started to weigh heavily on my mind and butterflies the size of gannets made themselves at home in my belly.  All I could think about was not seeing my husband/daughter/dog/ parrot/ garden/ house/ friends/the sea/beach/Lossiemouth for three weeks.  I was heading into unchartered territory, unknown towns and incomparable experiences, without even so much as a pair of safety specs or a compass, and I was terrified.

So, it was with bitten nails and shaking hands that I arrived at Kemble and met my instructor, John Griffin.  Little did I know just how much this unassuming, kind and amusing man was going to turn my life around, all with one simple phrase “stop overthinking”.   It takes a patient man to get in an aircraft with a woman who struggled every flight to remember how to make the cows get bigger or smaller, how to go faster or even how to slow down.  It takes an even more patient man to repeat instructions again and again, as if they were the first time of telling! Over the weeks, John shouted and pushed me to challenge myself daily, picked me up when I felt I had failed and dragged me kicking and screaming from my social comfort zone. When he first asked how far I was from it, I grumpily replied that “I may as well be on the dark side of the bloody moon”. 

Not once during those hours of flying with John did I feel inadequate, panicky or anxious. I learnt to take instruction and criticism, and I learnt how to adapt the learning to my abilities.  John’s patience was unending and his understanding of my needs was incredible, so when I had to be helped into my wheelchair because my legs had given up on me, I felt no judgement. I felt safe. 

Slowly, the changes began to happen.  They crept up on me and it wasn’t until I found myself in completely new situations did I spot them as an ‘FSDP moment’.  These moments would appear when I least expected them: in conversations, I would find myself making decisions and wonder where they came from, I offered suggestions and would wonder “did I just say that”? Actions and activities that once seemed impossible were happening with little thought or anxiety and life began to feel that bit lighter.

Soon, my scholarship had come to an end and I was ready to be reunited with my family.  My ultimate goal had been for me to take my husband and daughter on a flight, without John shouting instructions and, although they were less excited about the idea than I was, they agreed.  John was the perfect co-pilot and hands off throughout the whole flight, allowing me to show off my skills to my green-gilled passengers; little did my poor husband know that this was the first of many bumpy flights he was to endure, as we learnt to adjust our home-life with my newly found independence!

In December 2015 I was too anxious to drive to 6 miles into Elgin. In 2017 I got the most amazing job with Outfit Moray in Lossiemouth, which I love (I am basically getting paid to do my hobbies) and then, in 2020 I discovered cycling, which has had a huge impact on my physical and mental health. My cycling adventures have taken me up a local mountain and I am regularly discovering new places on ‘Flora’, my amazing Volt Bikes Pulse LS.

Thanks to FSDP; I’ve abseiled, skied, gone abroad on holiday and I even have the courage to share this story, and my adventures with you.

Six years on and my life is still unrecognisable. I can’t promise I don’t still overthink and get anxious, but I am able to process thoughts and recognise them for what they are. Of course, my disability hasn’t changed either; I am still in daily pain, lack mobility and can’t remember what I watched on television last night, but none of this scares me now.

Flying Scholarships for Disabled People have literally opened the doors to my world and, just in case you didn’t get the message, they change lives!

You could be their next success story, but you need to apply by 31st January

For more information visit http://www.fsdp.org.uk

Anna

Meet my lovely friend Anna! She’s been a great help and support on my cycling journey, from accompanying me on some of my first road rides to being part of my Ben Rinnes challenge, and beyond.

I love hearing how other people get into cycling, so I asked Anna to share her own inspiring cycling journey.

My cycling journey really started when my mum gave me her old Peugeot shopper style bike while I was at university in York, after I realised I could have an extra 15 minutes in bed if I cycled (rather than walked) from my student digs to my lectures.

I used the little Peugeot on and off for a few years, mostly for cycling short distances to work. However, it was while living and working in Lincoln that cycling really took off for me – the seven-mile car commute through the city was awful, coupled with expensive parking fees, a lack of reliable public transport and a want to “be more green”.

The little Peugeot wasn’t really made for long distances, so I borrowed my dad’s e-bike for a year to build confidence and eventually purchased my very first bike of my own in 2018.

In 2019 I moved up to Moray and spent a few months working for Love to Ride, a national cycling organisation. Through this work I was introduced to Outfit Moray and found out about their led rides that were going on that summer. I went along to a few, meeting a lovely lady who I then went on to cycle with regularly.

I now work for Cycling UK (at the Aberdeenshire Bothy) and Outfit Moray (part of the Bikeability team), teaching children and adults the joys of cycling and helping them to become safe, confident cyclists.

The friends I’ve met along the way have introduced me to different types of cycling – I never thought I’d be flying down a hillside on a mountain bike or zipping along the roads of Moray on something with ridiculously skinny tyres – but they are such a lovely, supportive bunch that anything seems possible!

Apparently, Anna’s ‘anything seems possible’ attitude is leading her to new and exciting challenges of her own, as she’s taking on the epic Strathpuffer in January to raise funds for for Outfit Moray! She’ll be doing as many laps of the gruelling 8-mile course as possible, with three of her Bikeability teammates, for 24 hours (inc night time) in the freezing Highlands of Scotland (and you thought I was mad)! Please show her your support by sponsoring her here

Footnote

Huge thank you to Coast n Cruise for building my electric mountain bike and to all the enthusiasm and encouragement from the two charities that got me here; Outfit Moray and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People.

My hope is that this blog inspires others with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS), fibromyalgia and arthritis to try an electric bike and get out cycling. You can follow my story by subscribing to this blog or following my Facebook page.

Challenge completed!

Well that’s it, my Ben Rinnes challenge is done and oh my goodness, it didn’t disappoint!

For those who haven’t been following my story, I set myself the challenge of cycling my electric bike up a local mountain, having only been back on a bike for just over a year. My usual mode of transport is a mobility scooter, so my outings are generally limited to the distance and speed of my scooter plus the type of terrain, meaning corbets are generally out of the question!

After getting a mountain bike converted to an ebike by Coast n Cruise, I was soon out training with my Outfit Moray friends and colleagues, preparing myself for the big challenge, which came round all too quickly!

It was a stressful week leading up to the challenge, with the weather forecast threatening heavy rain. I had joked about not going up unless I could see the view, but in reality, my body wouldn’t cope with damp conditions and cycling is hard enough, without adding rain into the mix and was really upset at the thought of postponing!

Thankfully, by Friday, things changed for the better and the challenge was on! Sunday was soon upon us and the early start was brutal, but we wanted to make sure we had plenty of hours to spare.

First to set off was my husband, son and son-in-law, followed by Iain, part of Outfit Moray’s Bikeability team. They were my walking support crew, carrying my lunch, spare bike battery and a stretcher!

Finally, it was time and, full of nerves and trepidation, I set off with Donna, Lil and Anna (more of Outfit Moray’s Bikeability team) and Adrian, an Outfit Moray volunteer. We were on our way!

I don’t know how far we got before we hit the first steep section, but I came to a grinding halt and, even with it on full power, I couldn’t keep my bike moving forward. I was totally panicked and just wanted to turn back, convinced there was no way I was going to be able to continue. Nobody else was willing to give up though and they had a quick conflab to draw up a plan.

Walking up that distance was out of the question for me, so Donna, Iain, Lil and Anna worked out a system with short spurts of ‘cycling’ and long breaks to recover.

Donna, Iain and Adrian literally pulled me up the steeper parts of the track whilst steering my bike and keeping my body upright and on the bike (my lack of core strength meant it was starting to resemble a bendy bus by that point).

Between them, they kept this up all the way to the summit, whilst Anna and Lil recced the path ahead and worked out my line. At one point, even Oscar (Iain’s adorable black lab) was roped in to pull me up a particularly steep section where I couldn’t be pushed on my bike.

Finally, the end was in sight and my husband was there to support my hips and help push me up the final walk to the summit.

The technical knowledge, physical support and constant encouragement and enthusiasm of everyone with me on my challenge got me past so many ‘nope’ moments and enabled me tick off a huge bucket list item. I got to the top of Ben Rinnes!

Amazingly, the low mist and cloud cleared as we reached the top, so I even got to see Lossiemouth from the top of Ben Rinnes, which was a dream come true and the main reason for wanting to get up there. It was also wonderful to be able to share the memory with my son and his husband, who drove up from Edinburgh just to be part of it all, and my husband who has given me so much love and support to get there.

Coming down provided a whole other set of challenges, with the continuous hard braking causing issues with my hands, wrists, forearms, elbows and shoulders as well as my neck, but once again, the technical knowledge of my friends saw me reach the bottom safely and, thankfully, in one piece without having to use the stretcher!

The whole day was amazing, thanks to the selfless support of my incredible team and there’s absolutely no way I could have reached the top and completed my challenge without every one of them. I will be eternally grateful to all of them, as well as Paul, who built my bike but sadly couldn’t make it on the day. I am not sure they all fully appreciate the gift they gave me that day.

Of course, I also wanted to do this challenge to raise funds for two charities which change the lives of others; Outfit Moray through their outdoor learning and adventure activities and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People through their incredible scholarship programme. Both charities have made such a difference to my life, in so many different ways, and this was my way of thanking them and helping them help others.

So far, I have raised just over ÂŁ400 for each charity, but would love to reach ÂŁ1,000 and give ÂŁ500 to each charity.

Footnote

This blog is part of my challenge to bike up Ben Rinnes on 15th August on my electric mountain bike, built by Coast n Cruise, to raise funds for Outfit Moray and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People.

You can follow my story by subscribing to this blog or following me on my Facebook page. Please do consider sponsoring me too, I promise to earn every penny!

Meet the team: Rob, the man who makes it all possible

This final ‘meet the team blog’ is about the most important person on the team (to me), my amazing husband, Rob, my house elf.

My chronic health issues mean that Rob has to take on most (ok all) of the domestic duties whilst working full time. He cooks our meals, washes our clothes, keeps the house clean and does all the shopping, all without complaining.

Not only does he have to look after all the house stuff, but he also looks after me. He sorts my medication (I can’t push the pills out of the strips and forget to take it), he dresses me when I am fatigued, gets my mobility scooter in and out of the car every time we go anywhere I need to walk far, helps me in and out of the bath when my muscles hurt and so much more.

But that’s just the physical stuff! As a spoonie, I have limited energy, so Rob supports me to use my spoons on things that make me happy, keep mentally well and pain free. He looks after the house so I can enjoy my job at Outfit Moray, comes on bike rides with me, even though he prefers walking, and does all the heavy work, even though he hates gardening, just so I can enjoy having a beautiful garden.

I know just how truly blessed I am to have such a wonderfully caring, loving, kind and generous husband and I literally could not do this challenge without his unending love and support – but if anyone tells him I said any of this, I will deny every word!

Rob will be walking up Ben Rinnes on 15th and carrying my spare battery, clothes, food, drinks and anything else I might need. He’s also the only person there who will know exactly what I am going through physically, and mentally, so will be a vital part of the emotional support I will need to get me to the top.

Footnote

This blog is part of my challenge to bike up Ben Rinnes on 15th August on my electric mountain bike, built by Coast n Cruise, to raise funds for Outfit Moray and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People.

You can follow my story by subscribing to this blog or following me on my Facebook page. Please do consider sponsoring me too, I promise to earn every penny!

Meet the team: Donna, the motivator

Another of the positive female role models in my team is Donna!

Donna is Outfit Moray’s Bike Revolution Delivery Project Manager and is responsible for co-ordinating their Bikeability sessions to all the schools in Moray.

I’ve known Donna for a few years now, well at least ten, and I have always loved spending time with her. She’s got a great vibe and is always so supportive and enthusiastic, full of kind words and motivation, plus she’s great fun!

She’s also a great teacher and has got a lot of experience, all of which I will need to get me up Ben Rinnes on the 15th!

Footnote

This blog is part of my challenge to bike up Ben Rinnes on 15th August on my electric mountain bike, built by Coast n Cruise, to raise funds for Outfit Moray and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People.

You can follow my story by subscribing to this blog or following me on my Facebook page. Please do consider sponsoring me too, I promise to earn every penny!

Meet the team: Anna, the bad influence

Anna has been part of my cycling team way before I decided to ride a bike up a mountain, and I am so glad she’s coming with me on this adventure!

It will come as no surprise to learn that Anna is also part of Outfit Moray’s Bikeability team, but she also works for Cycling UK and is passionate about cycling including expensive cycling clothes, which she keeps encouraging me to buy!

Anna and I have been on many cycling adventures together, particularly during last summer when we were both doing Outfit Moray’s Summer Challenge. I love Anna’s bubbly personality and her positivity is definitely going to be a big help getting me to the top of Ben Rinnes on the 15th!

Footnote

This blog is part of my challenge to bike up Ben Rinnes on 15th August on my electric mountain bike, built by Coast n Cruise, to raise funds for Outfit Moray and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People.

You can follow my story by subscribing to this blog or following me on my Facebook page. Please do consider sponsoring me too, I promise to earn every penny!

Meet the team: Lil, the confidence booster

Women empowerment in cycling is vital to encourage more women to get pedalling, and I am lucky to have three incredible ladies supporting my Ben Rinnes challenge, including Lil!

As with everyone else on the team, Lil is one of Outfit Moray’s Bikeability team and spends her days teaching young people how to ride a bike and is always full of positivity!

The fact that Lil is an amazing baker, and always brings delicious treats, has nothing to do with why she’s on the team and is everything to do with her wonderfully sunny personality and that every cycle ride is an educational outing.

Lil’s also a great conversationalist, which will be great to keep me distracted and help me get to the top of Ben Rinnes on 15th August.

Footnote

This blog is part of my challenge to bike up Ben Rinnes on 15th August on my electric mountain bike, built by Coast n Cruise, to raise funds for Outfit Moray and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People.

You can follow my story by subscribing to this blog or following me on my Facebook page. Please do consider sponsoring me too, I promise to earn every penny!

Meet the team: Iain, the skills guy

Like I’ve said before, I couldn’t even think about taking on this challenge without the amazing support, encouragement and training from my Outfit Moray friends and colleagues, Iain is a very important part of the team!

Iain is part of Outfit Moray’s Bikeability team and has a passion for making cycling accessible to adults and young people with additional cycling needs.

His empathy and enthusiasm has helped countless young people learn to ride a bike and he’s given me loads of great advice to get me to the top of Ben Rinnes on the 15th.

Iain’s walking up Ben Rinnes with my husband (you’ll meet him soon) and helping carry the kit I will need, as I can’t carry a backpack. He also says he’s taking a stretcher, just in case. Now that’s support!

Footnote

This blog is part of my challenge to bike up Ben Rinnes on 15th August on my electric mountain bike, built by Coast n Cruise, to raise funds for Outfit Moray and Flying Scholarships for Disabled People.

You can follow my story by subscribing to this blog or following me on my Facebook page. Please do consider sponsoring me too, I promise to earn every penny!