Wednesday, 16 April 2014


I rolled south with Tommy Leaper, chatting about random things until the Mordi roundabout.

From there, after a brief attack by me to string out the bunch, it was steady turns with Tom, Jez Hunt, Dan Moore, Tozer, and CJ. Most of them have serious credentials in their past, which made it a bit of an honour to chop off back to St Kilda amongst their wheels.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 182m

I rolled fat tyres to work, because they're fun, and because I can.

D: 6.3km
A: 28m

PMPW: 93kg

Tuesday, 15 April 2014


6am NRR:
I had a decent sleep last night, but not enough to wipe away the excesses in everything but sleep from the night before. I didn't want that to become an excuse, so sent out a bunch of texts to mates, to rally a posse for post ride coffee, and commit myself to turning up.

My legs felt a bit sore, and I never felt comfortable at cadences over 100rpm, but I put myself on the front a few times, including up the hill out of Black Rock.

Strava link.

D: 46.1km
A: 177m

I cut out of work at 5 on the dot, so I could make use of the last of the afternoon light to sneak a couple of Albert Park laps. I wanted to get a solid block of time with my legs spinning with minimal load, before heading home for an early dinner and bed.

D: 21.9km
A: 113m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 14 April 2014


After swallowing some Scrabble tiles, I'm worried my next poo could spell disaster.

D: 12.1km
A: 67m

PMPW: 95kg

Sunday, 13 April 2014


SKCC Crit World Champs:
I've trained hard for this race, and tested a range of tactical scenarios. Basically all that was left to do today, was put it all together, and see what result it would achieve.

As a team, we felt DK was our best option to win, he's a one man leg destroyer, but in the case that he couldn't get up the road, Richie has a wicked kick and we'd try to put him into the sprint in pole position. My job was to keep those two out of the wind and as far forward in the over sized bunch as possible.

I spent the first half of the race finding my boys, moving them up the bunch, or slotting myself in front of them to take the wind for them. It wasn't too physically demanding, but the natural ebb and flow of such a large group meant it required a little bit of mental effort.

As we approached the time when I assumed a strong break would form, I went with a couple of attacks with the aim of giving DK a launching pad should they become the race winning move. They didn't, they were both brought back within a couple of laps. In fact, that was a trend, nothing was getting any leash. The most well represented teams all had lead blokes that suited a break, but the right combination never got together. It became obvious that it was going to come down to a sprint and that I had to get Richie sorted.

I positioned us inside the top 20, letting others push the air, and do the pace making. The other guys had used their legs up, so it looked to be just me and Rich, but in some ways that was reassuring as it is less to organise.

When the 3 laps to go board was held out, I found Lou nearby and asked him to move us up a bit, instructing him how far up the bunch I needed him to take us, and that we needed to do so on the outside of the bunch. Then I co-opted Lach, asking him to take me the next step of the way, while O2 kept driving it on the front.

Into the last lap, and O2 looked tired, I was delighted, they'd spent too many tickets, they were suffering! I'd been there, knew how horrible a place it was, mentally and physically, but now wasn't a time for mercy, it was a time for braaaaap. As we came out of turn 3 onto the back straight, I pulled out and hit it up the right. I was ripping through and feeling like a total boss. We were flying, it was better than last week, and despite it being further, I knew I had the effort perfectly pegged.

I was excited, I was arrogantly confident, and then I was shown the power of fully operational Charter Mason sprint train. I forget the name of their lead out guy, but I distinctly recall the shock at how hard he accelerated on the left, up that back straight. I knew myself, and knew I couldn't match the power of his move, but I had to try.

I got to that final corner, and held a wide line so that Richie could come under me, and they in turn under him. I'd failed to get him there first, and I could only hope he could make his way through the 3-4 riders that had been on the back of that train. I'd given everything, but I felt like I'd come up short. I felt like I'd failed, and in doing so let down those that helped me, and those that depended on me.

I know that's not a reasonable reaction, and that given time, I'll be proud of what I did, and what I was part of. I know that no one, but me, is disappointed in me. However, I put a lot of time into getting to that moment, in trying to make that moment something specific, and not achieving that, is... well... emotional.

Strava link.

D: 86.5km
A: 158m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 12 April 2014


Total Rush Shop Ride - Airlie St Reps:
I wanted to get a few efforts to remind myself what pain felt like, and ensure that I could still pedal a bike.

The first effort was to give others some fun down into Mordi, I popped myself over to some boys who'd kicked clear out of Mentone, then got myself on the front and tried to hold 700W for as long as possible. That ended up being a minute and fifteen seconds, nearly as good as a PB, though I didn't know that at the time, and in fact felt it was a bit weak.

On the way home I rolled a couple of turns but mostly sat on and let others tow me back towards St Kilda. I put myself on the front for the end of the golden mile and around into Ormond esplanade. The aim was to set a solid tempo, and continually lift it until a set point, the lights halfway along. So, after the initial effort to get us up to speed from a red light, I worked to take it from 400W to 700W, knowing that DK was on my wheel, and would take the remaining riders on the next leg of their magical journey.

Once we dropped everyone back at Rush, I took myself off to Airlie st for a couple of hill sprint.

Not too hard or long a ride, but hopefully enough to remind my body and mind that they need to accept they're going to hurt tomorrow.

Strava link.

D: 74.6km
A: 361m

PMPW: 93kg

Friday, 11 April 2014


Sometimes I think I'm pushing the envelope, but then I realise it's still stationary.

D: 10.3km
A: 36m

CE: 1

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 10 April 2014