Thursday, 22 September 2016


My dog always used to chase people on a bike. It got so bad, I finally took his bike away.

D: 19.4km
A: 132m

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 21 September 2016


I was putting away some books tonight and one fell right on my face. I guess I've only got myshelf to blame.

D: 19.1km
A: 140m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 20 September 2016


Ricktastic Tuesday:
I've often talked about events being a reaction to past events. Like wearing leg warmers today (even it it's probably unnecessary) because yesterday I didn't but should have. Well today I got a bit feisty early because last week, Rick did.

It was possibly petulant, it was feasibly fractious and it was unquestionably ungracious. We were sat on the front of our swollen bunch, catching up on weekend activities, and though there was some minor half wheeling, it never felt malicious. I guess what I'm trying to convey there is that there was no present excuse for increasing the intensity the way I did. I heard his inhalation increase in intensity and pushed on the pedals.

Just to be clear about the state of my conscience, it is unhindered by unrest. Yep, I'd do it again, even if once again it left me prevented from peak performance on pony club. I feel that piquing the passion of the peloton, provides plenty of personal progress in physical proficiency.

Strava link.

D: 46.6km
A: 630m


D: 7.5km
A: 19m

PMPW: 89kg

Monday, 19 September 2016


I thought about calling it a while ago, when the first warm air of spring rippled over the dark sleepy city of Melbourne. I thought about saying "Righteo, no more leg warmers for 2016", but resisted and was glad when frost laden southerlies once again made the mercury plummet.

Well, I'm thinking about calling it again. The days are longer, the sun lightening the Eastern horizon as most of the bunches meet, then stays up long enough for me to get home and take the dog to the park so he can show off how fast he is to the other dogs. It just feels like the right thing to do, which probably means it's not, but I'll do it anyway, then deal with cold knees while pretending I don't have cold knees.

D: 20.8km
A: 144m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 18 September 2016


My trip to the UK office for work is 3 weeks away, and I'm concerned about endorphins withdrawals. Taking a bike is going to be a pain in my arse, which means running is going to be the most time and luggage space efficient... but I'm not terribly happy about it.

Given the forecast today was a bit shoddy, I went out for a short run, lopping a few hundred metres off my last run, doing it almost all on the grass oval over the road, and walking to/from as a bit of a warm up/cool down. Even with all those modifications, and a solid going over with a massage stick straight after, I could feel my calves getting tight this arvo. Maybe if I commit to 1-2 runs a week for the next 3 weeks I'll adapt in time, but I have a feeling that I may have to fold some very sore legs into my economy seat for LHR-DXB-MEL.

Strava link.

D: 2.7km
P: 5:05/km

PMPW: 90kg

Saturday, 17 September 2016


St Kilda East - Dirty 1:20 - St Kilda East:
My legs functioned a bit better today than they did yesterday, but that didn't make it easy. Surprisingly the fact that Straussy called for this to be an easy ride didn't make it easy either. Mostly the culprit for making it a semi decent day out was the wind being permanently in our faces, but Dan hitting it along the bike path route out to the nongs didn't help either.

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After getting out to the prominent bump in the land sans traffic, it seemed a shame to ride up Mountain Highway with all the cars trying to go about their day. Instead we headed slightly further north for a lazy roll up through the tall gum trees of the Basin-Olinda Rd, before bombing back down Devils Elbow on the way to a couple of long blacks in Ashburton.

Strava link.

D: 103.1km
A: 1,264m

PMPW: 89kg

Friday, 16 September 2016


St Kilda East, St Hell-ena, St Kilda East:
A dry forecast was enough to get me committing to an St Helena loop with Ryan, Warrack and a couple of Ryan's mates.

There were lots of moments that were less than ideal, such as helpfully flicking some mud off someone's bike only to find it was a dog turd, or getting chased for several hundred metres by an irate magpie, but all up you can't complain. Well you could, you're most likely a middle aged, white, aussie male, and while that reeks of privilege, it also comes with a rich history of complaining about trivial stuff. Anyway, perhaps I should say you shouldn't complain, because it was good to get out and roll around and drink a coffee or two.

Strava link.

D: 62.0km
A: 822m


D: 8.1km
A: 13m

PMPW: 89kg