Mike Simpson

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I Dont Go There Anymore


Someone recently asked me - ''Why don't you start running again?''  In my mind I'm laughing and thinking - you idiot, what a ridiculous question! You have no idea you buffoon! I'm not sure what I actually said out loud but the notion was dismissed instantly.  The following happened the read more...

The Eiger Lap - A Man's Got To Know His Limitations


  An early teenage obsession with Clint Eastwood movies planted some pretty idiotic notions into my head. Most I grew out of pretty quickly but one remained. After multiple viewings of The Eiger Sanction, I deemed it a viable idea to one day do some mountaineering. I was realisic enough to und read more...

My bike & I both enjoyed Spain, just not at the same time.


The carousel is on what is probably its 15th lap, five minutes ago it was full of suitcases of varying shapes and sizes, now there are just a couple left. I am on my own, approaching 11.30 at night, in the arrivals baggage reclaim of the tiny Asturius airport in northern Spain. A old Spanish lady read more...

No More Craving Scarred Nostalgia


Last Saturday was almost a brilliant day. Halfway through the National Cyclocross Championships in Shrewsbury, I was in 6th place and looking good to podium in the 45-49 cat, to match my bronze medal in the 40-49 cat from 2013. The conditions were pretty epic with more running required than usual, read more...

Breaking My Own Rules


The '80 mile rule' was my staple. I conjured it up a few years ago. I would never finish a ride having ridden between 80 and 100 miles. If I'd happen to go over 80 mile by even just one mile. I would have to continue and complete over 100 miles. A few occasions it has been tough. I remember a race read more...

The Ride We Caught the Train


  When you find that things are getting wild Don't you want days like these?   I was always going to have to restrict trips to the mountains this year; a little someone at home needs me! I did however manage to escape to the Swiss Alps for a few days last month. These trips are going to read more...

A Different Kind of Hurt


Many times I have been asked the question or a derivative of it; which is harder road or cyclocross, running or cycling, rowing or sculling, track running or cross country? The list could go on. As far as single (or one event) moments are concerned it has to be on the road (see this blog from the read more...

A Few Top Threes


(Click on climb name for more details)   My Favourite Climbs 1) Col D'Esischie A delightful place. I never saw a single vehicle when riding up this. I think I will retire and live here. 2) Muro Di Sormano A wonderful road. Very steep, permanently closed to traffic, cycling graffiti on t read more...

Give Me Just A Little More (Recovery) Time


I'm awake at 1am again, damn it just like last Monday. I really need more sleep. Cyclocross races only last less than an hour, why is this all so tiring? Let's recap. So last weekend was a double with a Central League race on the Saturday and then the Inter Area Champs in Chesterfield the following read more...

The Beautiful Suffering


      With four kilometres to go from the top of this climb, I have a decision to make. I am in heavy fog, visibility is minimal and it's late in the day. Although I am on a supported event, I am off the designated course, for as the day has gone so well I've had time to s read more...

The Short and the Long of it


            There was nothing more I could do. Less than a kilometre to go is only a few minutes of riding but this is going to last an age. My tactics employed today had left nothing for this part of the race. Don't look back, don't look back, read more...

Not Guilty

I have long come to terms with the low emotions associated with sport. The disappointments and the injuries. When you are young your dreams are off the chart, such high hopes, but there is that time when it dawns on you that it’s not all going to happens as you’d planned. Walking away fr read more...

Do you remember the time when we were free?


  There is a special time early in life, just after being let loose from parental supervision and before real life starts, with it's mortgages, bills, jobs and commitments. I'm talking about the age between say 15 and 22 years old. The adventures, scraps and antics that time in life were sp read more...

Stelvio and the Meaning of Life


  So the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything in Douglas Adam's wonderful world was 42. On the Stelvio Pass on the Swiss/Italian border that number represents something else. Each of the many hairpins are numbered. When you reach 42 hairpins to go you are not read more...

Midnight Notes from Corsica


The last thing I do at the end of a Cent Cols day is to write some brief notes about the day’s events. It is usually well after 11pm and with another early start looming, I am barely awake. A tough day in the saddle, followed by washing kit, eating, attending the next day briefing and preppi read more...

With Sams Help


This situation is ridiculous; an hour ago I was on my last legs long out of food and feeling very depleted. Yet I am still pedalling ferociously looking for somewhere to stop. Nowhere has been open. I've past countless villages and there has been no opportunity to buy food. After 7 hours riding I& read more...

(ab)Normal


I really must remember to be more-vague when answering the ‘what did you do at the weekend?’ question, especially to non-cyclists. My reply today was met with a confused reaction. I think they a) thought I was lying and b) thought I was a freak. My aim for Saturday was to ride a lap o read more...

About Last Night, Asleep on a Hillside


Not all adventures need to be epic, some don’t need much planning or even need a weekend. Microadventures seems to be very popular now, in the past I’ve used a bivi bag a lot during hikes, it’s so much more fun than a tent and means you have so much less to carry. A bivi bag was read more...

Broken Progression but Smiling Through the Mud


On the face of it 8th place in this season's climax, The National Championships at Derby may seem a disappointment, especially having reached the dizzy heights of 3rd last year. But as soon as I heard the event was to be held at Derby I knew that it would be an uphill struggle. My skills had read more...

All the Things That She Has Done, My Pit Girl.


The real heroes of cyclocross are the band of helpers that are stuck in ankle deep water for the duration of the race, unable to see the majority of the racing, just pinned into an enclosed quagmire. For those not familiar to cyclocross, a rider’s pit crew have the unenviable task of having read more...
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