The One Where Monica Falls Down A Ravine

We’re halfway there. Halfway to Tokyo, and we’re getting closer.

A Small Box Filled With Steam

In two weeks’ time, Hannah will be racing in Maniago, at the 2018 Para-Cycling Road World Championships. It’s going to be hot.

Jess was a nice kid. That’s what Ian John remembers. And you tend to try to help the nice ones.

There are fifth places, and there are fifth places.

One by one they come, along the road to Randa, cresting the hill and pushing on up to the monastery; and then one by one, they burst into tears.

Five o’ clock? Sod that for a game of soldiers.

Liz, the British Rowing physio, poked a bit more. ‘Does that hurt?’ And the pretence became that bit harder to maintain, what with the screaming.

After the trike she’d ridden at the Rio Paralympics was torched on New Year’s Eve 2016, Hannah was in a bit of a pickle.

“There were no obvious athletic seeds. If you’d asked me which one of my children would be an athlete, it wouldn’t have been Hannah.”

Being an Olympian isn’t about glory. It’s about the life you live.