Monday, 8 February 2016


After going January without sugar or booze, I've been toying with the idea of taking a break from coffee. I'm not sure what I'd replace a cup of joe with though, because tea is for mugs.

D: 14.4km
A: 65m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 7 February 2016


Normally when I ride up Arthurs Seat, its in a 100km+ day in the saddle. It's a solid outing, and I get home feeling like I've accomplished something. I always ascribed that feeling of accomplishment to the climb itself, but now I'm not so sure.

You see I was down the peninsula to watch Chris Froome destroy the Herald Sun Tour on 3 repeats of the gruelling Arthurs Seat climb... but left feeling conflicted. It was pretty easy for me, rolling up in shorts and a t-shirt, chatting to Lonty and passing punters left and right.

No, seriously, the elite guys are freaks. Once again Froome isn't on Strava so I've only got blokes who podiumed to compare to. Let's go with Scott Davies, he set the 2nd fastest time ever (Canty has the KOM) with a 7:34. The best I've done is a 10:42. 3 minutes is ridiculous over a 3km climb, but let's grab some other numbers just to ram that fact home. I averaged 15.5 km/h where as our mate Scott ripped himself up the climb at 21.9km/h. Ok, that's considerable... so what does it take to achieve these times?! 440W. The difference is, my 441W had to push 86kg up the climb, Scott's 439W had to push 60-65kg. So to match him I either need to shed 23kg-ish, or generate another 160W of power.... and that still wouldn't be enough to go with Froome in his first race of the season.

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 6 February 2016


Hell Ride:
In a week where I quantified and personalised just how much faster the pros are, you'd think I'd have also learned not to get too cocky about my own fitness. Wrong... no right... today is still this week, but it was a delayed learning, and that was my point.

I hit Olivers and skipped clear of everyone, feeling pretty good about that, I was already mentally preparing for the rise up to/past Canadian Bay. It was on that rise that Smax hit the front and turned the screws. A gap formed and I knew it'd hurt to cover it, then I realised I wasn't covering it very well (or at all), then it was obvious that I had nothing extra... then nothing at all. Kabooom!

Right, so don't get too cocky.

Strava link.

D: 100.1km
A: 381m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 5 February 2016


St Kilda East - Coffee - Coffee - Coffee:
I looked up how fast the guys in the herald sun tour went up Myers Creek Rd yesterday, and even aftr putting 3 coffees into my face this morning, I don't think I could get to the top before they'd all showered, changed, and had a refreshing beer.

Seriously, I don't have delusions of turning pro, but it was bloody eye opening to realise that they were cracking on 10km/h faster than my best.

I still think I could keep up with their coffee drinking though.

Strava link.

D: 38.7km
A: 114m


D: 11.9km
A: 58m

PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 4 February 2016


6am NRR:
I wasn't super excited this morning, yet somehow ended up rolling a few turns into the southerly. I did not that Josiah was rolling turns too, and though I was worried it was going to be ferocious from Mordi to Elwood, I was pretty excited about trying to flick the Commonwealth Games keirin gold medalist at full noise. I figured if riders pulled good hard turns, I could get him up to the mid 60's, then he'd come off the wheel and apply some braaap to crack 70km/h.

It was not to be though, which makes me pretty sad panda. As we rocked up to the Black Rock roundabout, I was deep in thought about whether I should be trying to hit everyone with the fury of 1,000 poorly trained chihuahuas, my back tyre lost all air. I assume it was the dodgy manhole cover that I didn't see, and this plowed straight through (and I couldnt find anything in my tyre), but 100psi should be able to deal with that sort of thing. Anyway I  slowed, and exited the back of the bunch, slightly worried that someone would collect me from behind, wishing I could put a hand up to at least signal it, but acutely aware that my tyre was squirming the rear end several inches side to side.

Strava link.

D: 44.0km
A: 166m


D: 23.7km
A: 118m

PMPW: 85kg

Wednesday, 3 February 2016


In the spirit of being a better human I went to buy a book today, but the shop assistant refused to tell me where the self help section was.

D: 27.4km
A: 141m

PMPW: 86kg

Tuesday, 2 February 2016


Ricktastic Tuesday:
I wanted to see how a reverse of our normal Tuesday would flow, and to use the issues that would cause at Fitzsimmons lane to try out the little foot bridge near Odyssey house. The bridge was nice, but even draped in fog, no one could be convinced to stop and instagram it.

As for the loop, it was was either Jase or Warrack that summed it up as "out on the quiet roads, back on the busy ones", a reverse of one of the main draws of our normal routing.

Anyway there were some good punchy hills on offer, and Warrack and a recently svelte Ryan Flynn ensured that there were no gimmies on offer before coffees were on offer.

Strava link.

D: 60.0km
A: 629m


D: 13.0km
A: 46m

PMPW: 87kg