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I often wonder how women like Nicole Cooke become women like Nicole Cooke, strong and courageous enough to earn the titles of a World and Olympic cyclist champion. A mother, I am always looking for ways to empower my daughter and help her become competitive and strong, in mind and in body. Nicole Cooke seems to have been born this way. Her Welsh childhood “set [her] up for a life where exploration and adventure into the unknown were a significant element.” With parents that encouraged their children’s (Craig and Nicole) athleticism, they both played tennis and rode their own bikes across the country as vacation time. Nicole Cooke was racing her bike across Wales and holding it upright in a track stand with her brother by the time she was only eight years old: “Cycling was a means of transport, a freedom, a method of getting to somewhere where exciting things could happen more quickly than walking.” It’s only natural, then, that her bike became the means to her empowerment as a professional cyclist.

A trailblazer for women in the sports of cycle racing, Nicole Cooke’s memoir, The Breakaway (Simon and Schuster UK, 2014) begins with a young girl’s dream: to win the Tour de France and the Olympic road race. But as she pointed out in her retirement speech in 2013, there was no clear path for her to begin this dream: “At the age of 12 one is unaware of the problems ahead. One expects there to be an infrastructure for both boys and girls to develop and demonstrate their talents; to nurture them. One does not expect that nothing is available if you are a girl or that worse still, girls will be specifically excluded, not allowed to compete. It is somewhat of a handicap trying to demonstrate just how good you are on a bike when you are not allowed to ride.”

At eleven, she competed in the Welsh U12 Championships, what she considers to be her “first serious event…a turning point. I beat the boys, who were undoubtedly stronger than me, and beat them with technique and wits.” This “technique and wits” strategy employed by a girl so young and yet so determined, was used throughout her journey as a road racer when combatting not only gender and age discrimination in a male dominated sport but also competitive pettiness by the men who held superior positions in agencies that determined who would compete, when, where, and how often. One such example is adeptly illustrated when, at the age of 16, Nicole beat Yvonne McGregor, WCPP’s favorite cyclist, not just once, but twice, awarding her the British Road Race Champion title for 1999. She was a junior competing in a senior women’s race (there was no junior girls’ event that year), marking her the youngest rider to win the title.

Her punishment for these wins was twofold: the UCI (Union Cycliste International) enacted a new ruling that would keep her out of the 2000 Olympics in Sydney when they raised the age limit to 19 and WCPP (World Class Performance Programme) instructed their senior racers to apply team tactics (which is against the road racing rules) as a means of preventing Nicole from getting to the finish line or close to their chosen champ. Of course, this did not dissuade Nicole Cooke from moving forward, whether she ended her races first, second, or eighth. At 17, she took the multiple attacks on her in a 3-hour race as a compliment: she was the one to beat. WCPP knew it, her opponents – all older than her – knew it, and the world knew it.

Nicole Cooke went on to win the 2001 World Championship for Mountain Bike Cross-Country title and a gold medal in the 2008 Summer Olympics, among many other wins in between, including the UCI Women’s Road World Cup (2003, 2006), the GP de Plouay (2003), and the Geelong World Cup (2007). Her memoir reveals how a winner is born and how she strives to achieve and win with integrity and confidence. It also does a great job of providing young girls interested in sports with the inner-thoughts of a sportswoman as she races to the finish line – perhaps the most exciting parts of Cooke’s narrative:

My heart rose; nobody had started a leadout, they were too busy watching each other. I was going to catch them! With only 800m to go, I was back in the front group. The gold was still on. I tried to take some deep breaths but I just had to concentrate on the tactical positioning and movement. I went to the far left, watching everyone to my right – I needed to look only one way. With 400m to go, Caroline jumped hard. I was on to her like lightning, into her slipstream and closing her down fast. I carried my speed and blasted straight past her, totally focused on the line. It was still a way to go and now my legs were in agony, but I had to keep going. I had made my move and there was now no other option. I had a gap, they weren’t closing on me. I kept going. My legs screamed ‘pain’, my brain screamed ‘I’m going to win this!’ I threw my arms in the air as I crossed the line, I’d done it!

In other parts of her memoir, Cooke exposes the use of drugs by professional athletes and inherent sexism of the cycling world, but in a most profound way, she also recounts the “Laurel and Hardy” antics and pettiness of BC and WCPP; these organizations attempted to discredit, demean, and bar her potential when she posed a threat to their team (while she was younger) and when she questioned their sexist and discriminatory approaches to training female cyclists, which included no payment for their racing efforts once they trained and rode as professionals: “It was obvious that politics and personal power plays within the still evolving WCPP were getting in the way of the organisation doing what the public paid it to do – support good athletes and help them become better.” Despite these consistent walls placed before her to derail her success, Nicole Cooke was made of different, stronger ilk. All she wanted was to race and win, to be her “own, rather demanding master.” And she did both –with huge success.

In the end, she had the last word, both through her retirement speech and her memoir, exposing the inequality and corruption of the still male-dominated core of the cycling sport in a voice that refuses to be tamped down or controlled. More importantly, her memoir shows what a champ, a female trailblazer, feels like when she achieves her dreams, after she wins the rare Amstel Gold–Flèche Wallonne double: “Climbing up onto the top of the podium, the second time in three days, in front of a massive crowd, was everything I had dreamed of as a ten-year-old, charging up and down the hills on my little pink bike.” Her career as a professional cyclist proves to girls and women that there are great advantages that come with prevailing as a sportswoman bent on winning despite all the sexist and ridiculous barriers placed before her. But her strength –physical and mental – stands as a symbol of female power, showing little girls who ride their own pink bikes that hard work, integrity, and determination are the qualities inherent of winners empowered by their own volition. Nicole Cooke describes herself and her journey as a World and Olympic champion best in her closing chapter: “The winner in me was never satisfied with anything but the best.” Words all little girls and women should live by.

Feminist Book Review: Nicole Cooke’s The Breakaway: My Story

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2 thoughts on “Feminist Book Review: Nicole Cooke’s The Breakaway: My Story

  1. Her book was okay, but…she plods on too much about sexism. Yeah, I get it, you’re a female in a male-dominated sport. Shut up and ride. I want to hear about your racing, not about your coddled upbringing and all the miserable oppression that comes with it.

    Besides, she can only play up her own integrity and wag her fingers at Hamilton, Armstrong, Ulrich, and the like because she herself was never popped. There was no way she wasn’t doping or doing something illegal to enhance her performance. When she was riding professionally, the cycling world didn’t allow for it. You had to, to compete at the level she was at.

  2. Sam is another in the pattern; just like over on Amazon, the negative reviews are posted in the early hours of the morning either the Saturday or Sunday – ie after a drink too many, and perhaps after watching a film, all of which releases the pent up aggression, insecure, low achieving, men feel towards any confident woman.

    Sam is yet another of these, as the rest, hiding behind an untraceable pseudonym, in this case sde*****5100@gmail.con. Yes you read it right there was a “con” at the end there. Has he actually read the book – I will leave you to think about it.

    In this case, I suspect like many a “hanger-on” to the dodgy goings on that are starting to be exposed at British Cycling with the exit of Shane Sutton (Paralymians are “gimps”; new GB team kit on sale for years in the cycle shop, above which Sutton has lived rent free for years, the overt sexual discrimination in the delivery of a publicly funded service – all of which has backed up the facts Nicole recorded in her book) he has taken the position all close to that dysfunctional system have taken, which is to denigrate, in any way, those who have dared criticise it. Anonymous posting and trolling on the internet has facilitated these creeps. However rather than take it down it is perhaps best left as the most eloquent testament to what it was like for Nicole. Imagine if you will, not the odd “Sam .con” but an organisation, at one time, seemingly stuffed full of them. I remember one very arrogant and stupid coach with whom my daughter was meant to go away on a representative event. Pornographic magazines littered the back of the team car. One teen-age girl with a bunch of boys in that environment. She didn’t go.

    Like any bureaucracy, funded with no “customer” to answer to – who was the problem, the teen-age girl and her dad or the dysfunctional and ill-managed operation we had crashed into ?

    A number of the creeps, of whom Sam may be typical, felt threatened. The system closed ranks. The obvious slander, the crude accusations – she doped” are easy to spot. Sam probably does not have the intellect to even begin to understand the problems of trying to ride clean in a sport with so much endemic drug abuse. I know what it was like for my daughter because I have the phone bills of the time to prove it. The long phone calls with Nicole, in Italy to my wife and myself at home, as she looked for support whilst knee deep in a cess-pit. It was often challenging territory. Far less easy to spot but in some ways far more hurtful were the responses that were sly and more subliminal. The briefing to the press of how “difficult it is to work with Nicole Cooke”, the constant denigration of her achievements when relaying them to the national press, only ever handing on the low quality sponsorship connections that everybody who who was “in” had already turned down.

    As a result of the huge pressure Nicole brought to bear on the management of British Cycling, a lot did change. The response cycle was much as it is elsewhere in life, those who follow, benefit, the agent for change remains denigrated and excluded.

    Marina wrote a fine review of the book. Thank you Marina, I enjoyed reading it. I spotted the response from Sam and spoke to Nicole about it. Nicole wrote to Marina who has offered to take such overt trolling down. My own view is leave it there. Freedom of speech is fine provided there is proper right of reply. Sam, everyone is entitled to their view. It is just that some men have a very unhealthy view of the opposite sex and this manifests itself in all sorts of unseemly and unacceptable ways – 3.45 am on a Sunday morning, so insecure and filled with hate that you need to go and criticise a book you have not read !

    Tony Cooke – father of the author of the book.

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