This is a story with a difference – it is not about my path
to success – it is rather a story about finding a capability that the bullies
doubted. Quite frankly, my path to
success came really easily. I am lucky to be blessed with remarkable intellect
and added to that a level of risk taking beyond most and a willingness to work
hard. Success followed.
My life at school was bedevilled by the way of the bully who
found my intellect intimidating. It did not help that I was rubbish at sport,
no matter how hard I tried. I was the last to swim and sat on the side of the
pool during swimming PE until I learned to swim, with some help from my baby
sister. The day I showed the PE teacher I could swim remains firmly entrenched.
My first bicycle was stolen before I learned to ride, which I did with the help
of my mate next door on his bike. At high school, I welched out of playing
rugby be feigning a knee injury – that lie worked for 3 whole years and I could
play tennis instead. Until the rugby master asked the doctor. I did persevere playing tennis building on
the coaching I had when I was 10 or so. That led me to playing squash – my school
was the first school that had its own courts – I loved playing squash because I
could play alone, and I could take my anger out on the ball. Sadly I was not
the most patient of players and did take my anger out on the racquet more than
once – I think the record was 9 racquets in one year.
I practised hard to try to be any good. I spent hours hitting
and kicking and bowling balls against a wall. In one athletic season I practised
high jump and long jump and pole vault so much that I developed a stress
fracture in one leg. Sad as that year I had high jumped my own height applying
the newly invented Fosbury Flop and had a chance of winning the school
championship – could not jump. Oh and being
the first kid in the school to wear glasses did not help. Every fist fight started
with me having to find a safe person to entrust my spectacles to. My first
sport had been boxing. I used it a lot. I took to running – in this way I was able to
leave the school grounds and seek solace in my solitude. I vividly remember the
Alan Sillitoe book, The Loneliness of a Long Distance Runner. The running was
crazy too. Behind the school we had a big set of hills which were on private
property. The farmer was well known for shooting at trespassers using salt
pellets. I would rather take on that risk than face the bullies at school. I
was rubbish at running as it happened. The best I ever did was come second in
one event.
For me the bicycle was very important. I could run away from
home and cruise the streets. In the 1960’s there was no traffic – we lived
quite some way out of the city. I rode everywhere. I took over my brother’s
racing bike when he went to sea. I took it to university and stated to ride
with a friend. We rode a lot – we rode the 2nd Cape Argus Tour in Cape
Town which is now the world’s largest ride. We did a tour after final exams and
headed up the coast and back over the mountains. We did not know what we could not
do – we just did it. It was a whole lot better than running – less pain and
more stuff to see in a shorter time period.
Many years later, I had sold my business. I had moved to
Australia and I had started to ride again. I saw an advertisement in Australian
Cyclist magazine from an outfit called Cycle Across Oz advertising a ride from
Perth to Melbourne. I sent in my money and did some training and I flew to Perth
faced with the task of riding 4,500 kms in 5 weeks.
Till then the most I had
ridden in a day was 120 kms and the most I had ridden in 10 days was 1,000 kms
when I was 20-something. In the first
week we rode 3 consecutive days over 150 kms into a head wind. In the 2nd
week we did the same again. I used to train 40 kms at a time and faced with a
160 km day I would start with one training ride and then do another and then do
another and 4 training rides later the day was done. So good was that trip that
I signed up again 2 years later – and rode harder and faster and did more
sight-seeing. On that trip I rode my first day of 200 kms in a day. It was no
harder than 160 kms. In 2006, a friend invited me to join a 360 km ride in
tribute to Sir Hubert Opperman, the doyen of Australian cycling. We rode that
pretty well continuously and I started my journey as a randonneur rider riding
long distances in set times. The
pinnacle or randonneuring is to qualify for and ride the 1200 km Paris Brest
Paris event held every 4 years. I qualified in 2006/7 and rode in 2007 – while I
did not finish I knew that I had found my capability in sport – I am an
endurance rider – and with 7 trips across Australia under my belt, the open road
is my oyster. I am inspired to ride and I just get on the bike and ride it.
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