The Humble Beginnings

I grew up in Poland and my first PROPER bike was Wigry 3. It was blue and I bought it with my Holy Communion money. I guess this is where is all started…

I don’t have a photo of my blue Wigry 3 but I remember it vividly. If you have ever watched Stranger Things, you know what I’m taking about. And if you haven’t watched Stranger Things, watch it! It’s amazing. Well…if you vaguely remember the kids’ bikes in the series, my bike was kind of like that. It had one gear and a Dynamo front light which only shone when you pedalled…It went like the wind! Nostalgia. 

Then there is a big gap without cycling in my life. The most cycling I did in my 20s was to and from the pub to save on taxis. I had to study, party and work in a cafe on the Main Square in Krakow. I had no time for sport. I had to get other things out of my system first.

After my children were born, I started running. It began with a local Race for Life, a 5K for cancer charities, grew to 10K, half marathon, marathon, ultra…all good fun, but..I was lonely in running and I kept getting injured.

By this time I joined Strava. I followed some cyclists and watched their posts with envy. ‘All those coffee and cake stops’, I thought. Plus, I saw they went on cycling holidays, and that became my new obsession and goal.

But…I was too scared to ditch the running and start JUST cycling, so I ventured into triathlons. I thought it was a good idea, even though I’m a rubbish swimmer. So I bought a really old road bike on Gumtree and signed up for a sprint tri in Sutton Park. Little did I know I had to swim in a small lake full of cow mess, run around a rather hilly park and then ride on the MOST ANCIENT bike in the whole event!

You know exactly what happened next. I finished last, I think. Got my medal and straight away went to reseach and buy a carbon road bike. It was a Trek Madone 3.5 and yes, I still have it. It’s at my mom’s in Krakow. This was a game changer. Light and fast. Lovely. BUT. I had never ridden clip in pedals before. So…again…you know wat happened next. I took it for a spin. Got to a T-junction. Stop. Oh dear. As if in slow motion, I fell to the ground. 

To this day, when I ride past that place where I fell down, still clipped in, I chuckle. It was certainly a learning curve.

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