From Plett to Cape Town by mountain bike: What defines you?

I just read an article on one of my favourite blogs, www.mtbtrailreview.com, where he speaks about the one constant in his life.

For me, that is mountain biking. For as far as I can remember, there has always been a mountain bike in my stable. As time went on, the sport of mountain biking has meant different things, but one thing is for certain…through all of the changes in my surroundings and tastes…it was always there - Rob Sutton. Read it here

It got me thinking.

The constant in my life has been sport. Way back before the rinderpest, I attended a smallish private school which had the basics of sport but of course, success was usually measured by academic results.

I found school singularly boring bar a handful of teachers who truly inspired me and I have those lessons with me today. The swimming and hockey coach was Mrs Borrowdale. She made school bearable. I survived because of sport playing first team hockey at an early age and eventually captaining the school in the sport. I also remember the dramas of trying to contact me via dodgy phone line after the school gala to get me into the school interhigh team.

Sport was my lifeline.

Varsity was a degree in Physical Education punctuated by diving and playing underwater hockey. I must have tried dozens of different sports in those years. I still grimace at the bruises from my foray into karate.

Then I discovered the passion of my sporting life - canoeing (kayaking as the rest of the world knew it). It began with the 3 day Dusi Canoe marathon and burgeoned into a career spanning many years. From the long distance river paddling, I discovered sprinting. I was hooked. I watched a World Championship and vowed I would be there as a competitor. It was a fledgling discipline but I persevered and was rewarded in so many ways. I travelled the world with my canoe, met wonderful people and raced in beautiful cities. My biggest disappointment was missing an Olympic berth by 1/100th of a second. I cried for two days.

But it was all worth it. After sprint canoeing, I ventured into the marathon distance and travelled some more. And then I swopped a boat for a mountain bike.

I loved the feeling of freedom that came with riding a bike. I loved feeling like a kid again. It would never be the love of my sporting life, but it was a fitting replacement. I ventured into adventure racing (which is a whole 'nother story) and the culmination of my riding career to date was the Freedom Challenge this year (Dash4Freedom).

I even run a business in the world of sport - two cycling stage races. This after being involved in our country's Olympic, Commonwealth Games and All Africa Games movements.

I can't imagine a life without sport, I just cant.