Tuesday, 22 April 2014


It was not an ideal day for riding bikes outdoors, so grabbed the track bike and rode indoors.

The first 3 minutes felt really sluggish, my cadence was crap, and I worried that I was well cooked. It turns out I'd just left a 51x14 on last session, instead of changing back to 49x16 like I know I should.

Other than that brain fart, there was nothing of note, I just wanted to get a spin and a sweat going.

Strava link.

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 21 April 2014


St Kilda East - Mornington - St Kilda East:
The Stay True boys had a trip down to Arthurs Seat planned, but a solid northerly changed minds, and we did a loop down to Mornington and back along Bentons rd to Two Bays.

Much like yesterday, I wasn't planning on pushing too hard, but when Bensley started things off with a softish attack, I followed, unaware that things would escalate to an all out effort. For quite some time, I sort of thought I had it. Nick was steadily increasing the pace through surges, and knowing that wasn't ideal for my legs, I attacked up the left when he eased and looked to the right. Sadly it was not to be, he reeled me in like a rabbit just before the final corner, and I cracked on the tiny rise out of it, while trying to respond to his pace. Surprisingly, I still clocked my 2nd fastest time up the road, so I'm not too sad. Hell, given I've got an extra 20kg on him, I shouldn't be too upset about being within cooee... but I am.

The trip home was just a big long rolling paceline. None of us really wanting to hang around any longer than necessary in the wind, preferring to instead find a cafe with good coffee.

Strava link.

D: 117.6km
A: 622m

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 20 April 2014


St Kilda East - Mt Dandenong - St Kilda East:
I was excited, but worried to be riding with Rick today. He'd said there'd be a few dudes, and the dudes he knows generally go up hills quickly. Thankfully, his mates are about as reliable as mine, and it ended up just being the two of us for a trip out to Mt Dandenong.

The plan was simple "just do the serpentine, then see what we feel like".

It turns out we felt like smacking The Serpentine, and the climb from Belgrave up through Kallista on to Sherbrook Rd. Though it's possible it was less of a "we felt like" and more of a "I accidentally attacked", I will deny it vehemently.

Strava link.

D: 98.8km
A: 1,568m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 19 April 2014


St Kilda East - Yarra Trails - St Kilda East:
My motivation was very, very, very low. My legs hurt from racing, and my head was stuffed up after a few beers after it. I'd set an alarm for the Hell Ride, and promptly ignored it when it went off. By the time I woke up naturally, the sun had been up for a while, and I was in unknown territory. I had no rides planned, and it was a time of day I don't normally ride.

I got up, showered, put on my right sock, and then the left one. Soon I was dressed for a ride, but I still wasn't sure what one. I didn't want to touch beach road, and I couldn't face the hills, so I grabbed my hardtail and made my way north to the trails.

I hit a few sections hard, and others I just tried to pump and flow. I stopped for walkers and said hello to dogs.

By the time I rolled home, I was smiling from ear to ear. The world wasn't such a horrible place after all... that was until I saw the bombers lose to the saints.

Strava link.

D: 33.1km
A: 405m

PMPW: 94kg

Friday, 18 April 2014


St Kilda East - Mordialloc - St Kilda East:
I don't know how we dodged the rain, but other than a tiny bit of road spray, for a km or two, it was bone dry for a easy tap down to Mordi and back with Bing.

He's coming back off a 17th in an u23 world cup, and when he said he was going to win today, I figured he probably was. Any idea of me having a crack went out the window, and I told him I'd hit things early to soften up some legs for him to attack later. Anyway, more of that after some statistics.

Strava link.

D: 67.2km
A: 340m

HCC Crit:
I started the race on the front, setting a light tempo, while looking back into the eyes of the following bunch. A few nudged the pace, but were shut down almost instantly, leaving me a solid run out of the bottom corner, up the side of the bunch and clear off the front.

I was out there solo for a couple of laps, before another rider joined me. We tagged on and off for a few more laps before a 3rd came across to bolster our chances. I wasn't loving life, but I was getting a job done, and that's what mattered.

A few more laps later, a few more joined us, including Bing, Lucas and Boysy... basically all my mates in the race. I was convinced this was the winning move, it had solid legs who were all willing to work. My job was now to cover Bing's work load, and I had no doubt it was going to suck even more than the time leading up to it.

I get a little hazy about now, but at some point I looked down and noted the race was half done. I'd been off the front for 20 minutes. I gave myself a little pat on the back, and checked behind us, only to find the bunch closing down on us.

I acquiesced, slinking to the back of the bunch for a breather. What I didn't know was that Bing hadn't, he'd counter attacked and was still clear. He stayed clear too, dangling just off the front a couple of times, but always clear. In fact, he went on to win, just like he said, which was pretty awesome.

What that left, was a race for 3rd. Coming out of the bottom corner at the end of 2 to go, Damo Drapac hit it, and I decided to spoil his party. I nailed myself up the hill, glancing back as we crossed the line for the bell, and saw another rider. It was the dude who'd been the first to come across to me 40 odd minutes earlier. So I slapped my arse a couple of times to let him know to hang on, and I dumped everything I had left down onto, and long the back straight, letting him go before the corner, and hopefully close enough to finish the Damo party spoiling.

I'm drilled. I haven't felt like this after a HCC crit since the second one I raced this season... the first A grade I'd ever finished. That feels like a lifetime ago, and I feel like I've made some good mental and physical steps since then. For instance, sometimes you've just got to harden the fuck up kid.

Strava link.

D: 49.7km
A: 536m

PMPW: 94kg

Thursday, 17 April 2014


I wanted to just ride my bike, and so I did. I rolled in a vague direction until a route started to coalesce, then turned my brain off again and followed it through the gorgeous morning light to a gorgeous coffee.

D: 20.9km
A: 163m

PMPW: 94kg

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