Back to Basics: Cycling as an Evolving Journey

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Back to Basics: Cycling as an Evolving Journey

For years, Allan Shaw’s life has been propelled by its own momentum. From his work as a courier to his ambitious adventures and ultra-racing pursuits, he’s seemingly always on the move. So, his latest goal may come as a surprise to those who’ve been following his journey: Allan is slowing down. Read on to learn how he’s welcoming this change of pace and embracing exploration at a more mindful speed.

Steve and I are slurping chicken soup in the quiet hilltop town of Laraos, Peru, after days of grinding through the rugged Andes mountains. I’ve caught a cold, haven’t taken a rest day, and halfway up a 40km climb, the fatigue hits. It’s barely 1 p.m. when a simple but radical idea occurs to me: “What if we just got a little guesthouse here and relaxed for the rest of the day?” Steve looks up and says, “I’m up for that. It’s up to us, after all.”

 

After years of ultra-distance racing, stopping early still feels like cheating—as if anything short of full effort is failure. But this wasn’t a race. This was an adventure we were shaping ourselves, where detours and pauses were becoming the best parts.

 

This year has marked a shift in my relationship with cycling, part of a broader shift in life. After more than a decade as a courier and years of freelancing, adventuring, and racing full time, I signed my first job contract that has nothing to do with bikes. I’ve had to remind myself that most cyclists work full-time, squeezing rides between everything else. My saddle time is shorter now, but more precious.

 

The biggest change this year has been one of  simplification. A few years ago, I realized my life had become complicated—living in Mexico, racing worldwide, juggling odd jobs, taxes in Denmark, family in Scotland. It struck me that all this complexity was voluntary. I could untangle the strings. Saying “less” instead of “more” turned out to take real work.

 

Having said that, when I showed my packed plan for the year to my friend Matias at Omnium, he said, “You’re really going to do all that?” For most people, it would be too much, but for me it felt like balance: time away, time at home, each trip chosen carefully. I’d set out to ride and race across seven countries on four continents, but with far less annual leave to play with, I had to be selective.

Another shift: slowly stepping back from ultra racing. I’ve learned so much from it, but lately the events felt more punishing than joyful. My “why” has faded. I know I can do hard things—but why does everything have to be hard? Curiosity about a country doesn’t always fuel you through a freezing, sleepless night. The mindset I’d preached for years—keep going, push through, the storm will pass—suddenly felt less convincing. A friend pointed out this summer, “You know you can pause, take shelter, look after yourself?” 

 

That comment cracked something open.

Maybe the long-term mindset, in life and cycling, is choosing not just resilience but also enjoyment. Slowing down isn’t failure; often, it’s the better choice.

 

Throughout the year, one thought kept resurfacing:
What if you went somewhere epic entirely on your own terms? No stopwatch. No pressure. Just curiosity. Cycling used to be purely about discovery—maybe it’s time to rediscover that, even in the everyday: autumn leaves, a break in the clouds, a shortcut that may or may not work.

Nothing captured this new feeling this year more than cycling across the Andes. The route was ambitious, but the pressure was gone. My focus was simply being present. My ultra experience helped me relax in wild, remote places, but with the ticking clock turned down, stopping to look around felt like a gift—the way it should.

 

Most cyclists spend their lives off the bike, so the time we give ourselves on it—a Sunday spin, a weekend overnighter, a once-a-year epic—should feel like a gift. I’m still not the most disciplined rider, so when delays came in Peru—long lunch, late lunch, no lunch, mechanicals, hike-a-bike—there was no stress, no sense of lost time. 

 

Possibility is still what excites me: that anything might appear around the next bend. So I’m not saying my racing days are over. But after twelve years of adventures by bike, I’m struck by how cycling continues to evolve with me—how it keeps teaching me about the world and about myself. 

 

For me, the bicycle has always been the best tool for expanding my horizons. And it still is. I can’t wait to show you what I have planned for 2026.

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Keep up with Allan’s ever-changing adventure on Instagram at @allanshawphoto