I am 40-something, male, British, married, have three kids and a steady job in finance (yes, that could mean anything; no I am neither a tax inspector or a banker). I’ve been cycling since the back end of 2009, which was the year I decided I needed to sort my life out and get fit, otherwise I was going to end up overweight, unhealthy, unhappy. I view myself as a deeply mediocre cyclist – never raced and never want to, generally fail to meet the “gold” time in sportives, not the fastest up the hills or on the flat. But that’s probably a bit overly self-deprecating – I’ve done some pretty big trips to the Alps, the Mont Ventoux and so on. One of my virtues, perhaps, is the ability to keep on plugging away – bloody mindedness, if you like.