Sunday, 29 March 2015

29/03/2015

Rest:
With all this weight I've lost, I figured I'd try something new, and used a couple of old watches as a belt.

Overall it was a waist of time.

PMPW: 85kg

Saturday, 28 March 2015

28/03/2015

St Kilda East - Oh my lumps - St Kilda East
I think the last time I rode Nathans and Zig Zag roads pre-date this blog. It was at a time when I was training with Jimmy and BJ, and I was not a fan of all the small roads that form my current training routes. At that time I wanted to ride out to Kinglake, up it, and then go home. I wanted to go the most direct route, the Greensborough bypass was just fine, and any deviations from that direct path caused me concern. After a while I began to see a loop over Kinglake and home through Yarraglen as the norm, but when Jim and  BJ contended that Alma or Dawsons roads were shortcuts, I refused to believe them, and resented having to kick up these steep little roads.

Fast forward to now, and I'm obviously a big fan of Alma, Dawson, and many of the other small roads near by, but I'd still never gone back to a couple of roads at the north end of Eltham (Nathans and Zig Zag). This week that changed, and despite having more fitness, and a greater appreciation for quiet, and steep roads, I've got to say... the Nathan St berg is evil. I reckon it'll be used again this year, as it provides new routing options for rides, especially if I can learn the back roads, instead of just rolling up Main Rd..



In other news, it's safe to say that Cohen and DK are built very differently.

Strava link.

D: 106.2km
A: 1,857m

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 27 March 2015

27/03/2015

Commute:
Htfu kid turned 6 years old early this week. I figure that's a good reason to have a look at some of the things that have occurred, to see what's changed, and what has stayed the same.

Including this one, there's 2,182 posts, 311 of them about North Road Ride.

In that time I've ridden bikes in 5 countries, and raced in 4 of them. I've donated blood 5 times, and left plenty on the road/trails, and various bits of my kit. In that time I've even ridden up Mt Baw Baw, but I've stuck to my guns about not racing it.

Comparing the first post to today, I've lost 3kg, but that doesn't tell the story of tapping triple figures at least once.

I still think farts are funny, especially mid way up a hard climb.


PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 26 March 2015

26/03/2015

TKM Full Noize:
Michael Matthews had some pretty mixed emotions after Milan San Remo, 3rd in one of the biggest races of the year is both a great result, and not quite the result he wanted. Why this is relevant, is that this morning I also had mixed emotions.

While waiting at Cafe Racer for the TKM bunch to roll out, it was exceedingly obvious that DK's quads were missing. One one hand that meant I wasn't going to have coffee with my mate after, on the other, it meant the ride might be a fraction easier than last week, and my tired legs might survive to the end.

It was a little easier, and they did survive. I'm still not ready to roll a bunch of terms, mostly because I'm not strong enough to, partially because it's someone else's ride. I did the first round of turns, then sat on until Brighton when it was obvious the engine room was starting to wear down.

I pulled out from my cosy 25th wheel and steadily made my way to the very front, eased my way in front of the first rider, and then tried to forget I'd already spent around a minute or two in the wind to get there. I got on the wheel that eventually rolled over me, then promptly dropped my chain off my big ring and went back to 25th-ish wheel. Once going again, I went about re-passing the pile of riders so I could be involved in the sprint lead out, and my final effort of the day.

A lot of that sounds like I'm reviewing a training session and my fitness. I'm not sure if that's just the habit of writing that way for most of the year, or if it's indicative of a mental shift from recent "just ride my bike" to "righteo, time to make a fitter me". I guess I'll know about it on Saturday when I head north for some lumpy riding again.

Strava link.

D: 49.7km
A: 184m

Commute:

D: 5.8km
A: 35m

PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

25/03/2015

NRR:
I never felt comfortable today, was I too far forward on my saddle, was it because I was backing up days for the first time in months? I don't know, but I was certainly not enthused to roll turns the whole way home.

I rolled a few though, because I knew the apres ride coffee would taste better if I did.

Strava link.

D: 46.1km
A: 166m

Commute:

D: 13.6km
A: 64m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

24/03/2015

Ricktastic Tuesday:
I really thought this morning's ride would get soggy. I checked my phone several times after I got up at early o'clock. I checked both the 128 and the 64km radars, they suggested rain would fall. What I really wanted to see was a message from one of the boys saying they were bailing. I didn't want to be the first to back out.

No message came, and so I rolled out the door at 5:30 to meet everyone in the back of (far) Kew. A quick discussion revealed they had done the same phone checking, hoping that someone else would pull the pin.

You know what though? We didn't get rained on until we were almost at the cafe, and even then it was a piddling drizzle.

The ride itself only got feisty once we turned off Fitzsimons Ln, up Rosehill, and then onto Pony club. On Rosehill, Ricky and I had odd little gentlemanly battles. Try to break the other, but if there's a chance of actually achieving it, back off to ensure you finish together. Pony club was just big ring, try to ride everyone off the wheel fun. I thought I'd disposed of Rick, only to have him come huffing off my wheel after the final left hander, half a km an hour faster than I. It was simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing to counter in the world. His wheel inexorably drawing in front of mine, and claiming the win.

Strava link.

D: 52.1km
A: 627m

Commute:

D: 7.1km
A: 25m

PMPW: 85kg

Monday, 23 March 2015

23/03/2015

Commute:
There's two very difficult decisions relating to Milan San Remo. Firstly, do you follow the attack on the Poggio. Secondly do you stay up and watch it, or just catch the highlights the next day. Obviously the second is the tougher choice.

I ended up crashing out, though unlike the masses of unfortunate riders who hit the deck, I wasn't even there for the start.

D: 9.3km
A: 23m

PMPW: 85kg