Thursday, 26 February 2015

26/02/2015

St Kilda East - Wilkins Special - St Kilda East:
I can't quite work out if this morning equated to a hard or easy ride. On one hand it hurt a bit. On the other hand, Wilko and I barely stopped talking the entire time.

In other news, i've come to believe my power meter (cranks) are creaky, and so they're currently in time out, while a non data enabled set is residing in the bottom of my road bike. Initially this annoyed me, I like data, I like looking at pretty graphs.

I now feel like it might be a good thing. With limited riding time, I've been riding more for the fun of it, seeking out new roads, or catching up with mates. That's precisely how this morning's soiree with Dan came about, a message to a mate I don't ride with nearly enough. It's easier to see the beauty of the sport and our city when you're not staring at your stem, wondering if you can manage the extra 200ish Watts (at threshold) you'd need to hit TdF winning power to weight numbers.*

Strava link.

D: 43.7km
A: 508m

Commute:

D: 9.0km
A: 35m

PMPW: 84kg

* Probably not.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

25/02/2015

Commute:
Did you hear about the two guys who stole a calendar?.

They both got 6 months.

D: 6.9km
A: 34m

PMPW: 84kg

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

24/02/2015

6am NRR:
Though there was a decent southerly blowing, the pace started off quite solidly. I was a it far back for red light risk comfort, so figured I'd roll a turn then ease back a few spots and have a lovely sit.

Instead, mere moments after I rolled over the top at around 700W, 20 or so fellows did the same, effectively pushing me back further than where I'd started from. It didn't deter me though, I rolled forward again... and got swamped again, and again, and again.

By the time we hit Mordi, I took longer to find the motivation to go forward again, as though we now had a tailwind, we were also hooking 50-55km/h turns, so it still sucked to be out the side/front of the bunch.

We rolled into St Kilda at 6:55am, and I had that joyous revelation that I had plenty of time left before work to find myself a delicious coffee, and a hot shower.

Strava link.

D: 44.1km
A: 162m

Commute:

D: 9.5km
A: 53m

PMPW: 85kg

Monday, 23 February 2015

23/02/2015

Commute:
I was talking with a runner I know today, he used to race a lot, and from what i understand was fairly handy at it too.

He was lamenting a lack of elite Victorian talent at some racing over the weekend, and it lead to discussion about participation levels and youth drop off in running, that matched what I've seen in cycling.

The concept of elite performance requirements carried on later with the tiny Canadian, and the CrossFit games. How mental fortitude was a determining factor at the top.

I suppose what I'm getting at is a question. If elite performances is the goal of a sport, what is reasonable for the sport to do to deliver those? Is it reasonable to break more eggs to gain a higher level of performance? What if those eggs are the young? What if I somehow didn't break the metaphor just then?

The AIS and state ISs have a reputation for chewing up and spitting out talented kids. I kind of get why though, there are limited budgets, and very strong performance based incentives for the programs. If they don't deliver championship medals, they don't get funded. I have issues with that methodology, especially knowing several athletes that have been on the ugly side of those systems.

Some private teams such as Drapac strive to provide a more supportive environment, and nurture more multifaceted athletes/humans. I like this ideal, but there are some questions over the efficacy of their program (see here), which leaves me wondering if it's just possible white washing.

So, what's the answer? I don't think there can ever be a right answer, just one that is right for an individual, or at best, one that is right for a time/society. For me, I think there can/should be some broken eggs, but that those eggs need some post failure support. Shown how they can still participate, or how to find a new activity. If those additional costs mean less depth, or lower levels of elite performance, that is ok.

D: 8.4km
A: 34m

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 22 February 2015

22/02/2015

Rest:
What did the fish say when it swam into the wall?

"Dam"

PMPW: 85kg

Saturday, 21 February 2015

21/02/2015

St Kilda East - Rolling with mates - St Kilda East:
The plan was to ride some pretty roads, and to not attack each other. Jim and I even went as far as saying if one of us attacked, we'd owe the other one a coffee. I think the finally tally is, Jim owes me 2, and I owe him 1. That's surprisingly low given our history.

Anyway, we were joined by Steve and Jason, for a roll out the back of Diamond Creek and Hurstbridge. We turned down a couple of random roads to see where they went, and went the "wrong way" along others we've known for a while, all the while chatting about life, and how nice it is to be on the bike.



Wilson Rd from the Wattle Glen direction looks like it'd make a solid training climb, though it might take me a while to work out how to fit it into a route that doesn't use too much of Hurstbridge Rd.

Strava link.

D: 124.7km
A: 1,884m

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 20 February 2015

20/02/2015

Stretching
I've had trouble sleeping a few nights recently, because my leg feels tight / twitchy. That's usually a sign that I need to spend some more time abusing my left ITB with the foam roller.

So I spent some time on the living room floor, balanced on a blue foam cylinder. The addition of the pooch attacking my feet is an advanced technique that I'm sure will get things back on track quicker.

PMPW: 85kg