Tuesday, 30 June 2015


Ricktastic Tuesday:
To end off the financial year riding with my favourite financial advisor Rick Horvat was tougher than it sounds. My legs are stick aaaching. Either the pain, or just worry about the pain woke me several times during the night, giving me time to consider if I should ride. When it came time for my alarm, I considered not riding, of just doing 5:45 Northy... but I've been here before, I was committed to turning up to the meeting spot and trying to hang on.

So after getting dressed, a task made difficult by my inability to bend, I moved on to the next challenge. Getting myself and my blue beast of a bike down several flights of stairs on legs that refuse to support weight eccentrically. Once rolling I managed to pinch flat a road tyre crossing Burwood Rd on Power St.

I made it to Kew with a few moments to spare, and while Rick tested himself, and thus me up High St, and Rosehill Rd, it all paled in comparison to the effort it took to get to the ride in the first place. 

Strava link.

D: 50.0km
A: 663m

PMPW: 84kg

Monday, 29 June 2015


At some point during the night, my legs have caught up to my arms in terms of soreness.

Instead of going on (and on) about all this soreness, here's some footage from last week's Belgie, a time when going down stairs didn't take active concentration.

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 28 June 2015


The tiny Canadian's CrossFit box had a "bring a friend" day, and despite thinking I'm a bit of a jerk, she asked me to come along. Understandably the guys at CFSK weren't keen to throw a bunch of unknown (non)athletes under barbells, so programmed a bodyweight day, and thus begins the story of why I can no longer lift my arms over my head or go down stairs.

Everything was done with partners/friends, but it was the two main workouts where that came into play.

1 x 100m Run

3 x 100m Row

AMRAP in 13min (12 rounds)
Person 1: 1  x 5 Ring rows, Rest, 1 x 15 Air Squats
Person 2: Rest, 1 x 10 Push up, Rest

So, that means I did 6 x 10 push ups in 13 minutes. The first couple of rounds I did strict, but had to start taking short rests, then by round 3, I was doing them from my knees... and still resting!

AMRAP in 8mins (6 rounds)
1 x 2 Squat thrust jump (+2 per round)
1 x 2 Jumping lunges (+2 per round)
Rest while partner works.

The workout was meant to be burpees, but after the last one there was there was no way I was going to be doing the pushups, thus the squat thrust jumps. The tiny Canadian and I had polar opposite issues, I powered through the jumping lunges, she smashed her burpees.

1 x 400m Run

Squaxican wave game. Air squats, done in the fashion of a Mexican wave. I'd try to describe it better if that doesn't paint an accurate picture, then it's only going to get more cubist from here.

PMPW: 86kg

Saturday, 27 June 2015


Hell Ride:
I don't know if it was the wind at our backs, the two espressos in my system, or that until a red light split the bunch I made a concious effort to avoid the wind, but the trip south felt pretty easy. The split, and subsequent red lights changed things from easy to "Holy crap who's pulling this bad boy at 56km/h?!", to which the answer was Tommy Nankervis.

Anyway, after a few words of "encouragement", and some monster turns, we caught half the lead bunch by Frankston, leaving a 6-8 boys dangling a few hundred metres up the road. I'm still not quite sure the precise emotion this elicited in me, but the result was motivation to make the catch, and a willingness to sacrifice anyone to achieve it.

First on the chopping bloke was Leigh Atkins, I let him set the pace up Olivers, knowing that if I went at the pace I wanted, I'd blow myself and everyone else apart. Over the false flat, I took up the pacemaking duties, pushing a steady 400W through the pedals. Leigh to his credit came through again soon after, then a few more from the bunch rolled up to contribute. I let a 5-6 guys past before pushing the 7th off the wheel. I don't think I even looked over at who it was, and I'm not sure if I flipped a few fingers off the bars in a half arsed thank you wave, I was doing calculations on turn lengths, distance to go, and the length of the slowly closing gap. I could see Andy Naylor on the front of the lead group and he looked tired, I saw Troy Clarke flick over the road to turn early, I figured we were half a sniff. By this point we were onto the final rise up to and past Canadian Bay road, a big guy from Trades Collective was on the front powering away with  me on his wheel, still doing maths. The time came and I went, catching and releasing shrapnel from the front bunch, I could smell their pain and it fuelled me, there were meters to go, we'd catch them at the intersection and roll them to the top, it was going to be glorious.... but a red light spoiled the party.

The way home was a good solid session into the head wind, 500-600W turns, and no shortage of lights to add a fartlek element to the mix.

I knew the final sprint was going to be a late one, so I eased up to around 15th wheel, and pushed onto Booney's wheel. The first kick went at the corner, doomed from the moment it started, but a great platform for those behind to go. They went, but it was still to early. Booney had read it like I had, he waited until that kick was just about to start fading then went up the right, I left a tiny gap then did the same to him, getting enough of a gap to sit up across the line and slap my leg a few times in celebration. The Hell Ride isn't a race, but it's fun to win it anyway.

Strava link.

D: 100.8km
A: 387m

PMPW: 84kg

Friday, 26 June 2015


I managed to resist the temptation to chase the TT boys this morning, and stuck to the plan of spinning it with the easy bunch.

In other news, here's a vid from last Saturday's CX race.

6:17-6:45 is people witnessing the power of this fully operational roadie station.
8:57 is me passing the 1st entrance to the tech zone on lap 2.
9:03 is my bike kicking sideways and burping my back tyre, forcing me to run to the 2nd tech zone entrance.
11:14-11:35 is ever rider ever getting past me to the sound of either a small electric pump, or me letting go the most epic of farts.
11:41-49:15 is me making pain face (not shown).

Yeah i know the lap time thing is very broken.

Strava link.

D: 53.7km
A: 172m

PMPW: 84kg

Thursday, 25 June 2015


St Kilda East - Park Orchards - St Kilda East:
Last night Jase Blankfield let me know he was looping through Park Orchards this morning, and I was pretty conflicted about going.

For the pro, I knew it'd be a solid day of training, for the con, I worried it might be too solid for my already tired legs/body.

Thankfully the loop we did didn't include the really steep roads of North Ringwood that Jimmy showed me last time, but I'm still left with an insatiable appetite for coffee and naps.

Strava link.

D: 70.3km
A: 981m


D: 5.4km
A: 12m

PMPW: 84kg

Wednesday, 24 June 2015


Yesterday's little mental training on Rickets carried over to today, I never felt amazingly strong or smooth, but I was willing to try to pedal hard and smooth for a while and see what would happen.

I was running a new tyre on the front, and it's changed my confidence on the bike a lot. Going from a Racing Ralph to a Rocket Ron had me nervous on man made surfaces, but supper happy on dirt, grass, and gravel. A small awkward burp also had me wishing for some solid tubeless cx tyre reviews, first and foremost tyre and rim should stay mated, then lets talk about tread suitability.

Perhaps it's time to ring local dealers and get a range of tyres to review.

Strava link.

D: 54.4km
A: 531m

PMPW: 85kg