Saturday, 16 May 2009


Hell Ride:
This morning's Hell Ride was a good old fashioned work fest. The bunch started off with 30 or so riders, I soon got bored of sitting in the water spraying of other peoples wheels, so moved up to the front and picked the pace up a few clicks. A guy in TFM kit then came around and dragged us single file through to Mordi.

From Mordi things got painful, a small group started to roll turns, so I did my bit. After a few minutes of 45km/h+ I decided to sit back in the bunch for a minute, I signed that I wouldn't roll the next turn, hopped off the back of the working guys, discovered the whole bunch was gone and now had a gap to close all by my self.

Thankfully some lights got me back in touch and I got back to working turns in the Cross/Head wind through to Frankston. Beyond Frankston we slowed up a bit, the cross wind was evil, but the pace was (comparatively low).

On the way back up the beach it didn't take long before we were rolling turns again. We started with a good group of 8 guys going around in a well oiled double echelon... then it was 7 guys, 6 guys, 5 guys, 4 guys, 3... guys..... guys?!

It always hurts when you're waiting for the next guy to roll past you so you can move across..... but they never come, now you've got a gap to close. Well today I tried to keep the Oliver Twist mantra in mind. Every time it hurt I uttered "please sir, can I have some more". This kept me slightly amused, and seemed to help just a little. Sadly just before Black Rock it stopped working, I did manage to get back on, and then launched a sprint from out wide. I was ignored as I went up the road, and then ignored as I went backwards shortly after the finish line. Legs were dead, time to crawl home by myself.

All in all I think it was a good training ride. I can't expect race days to treat me nicely, there will be cross winds and probably rain, so it was good to get some fast paced experience in the same conditions. The group consisted of 3-4 big A-grade roadies including Tom Leaper, I must admit I am pretty happy to have worked with Tom, he's certainly a rider I respect a lot.

D: 88.6km
A: 370m

This is my pain box.
There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My pain box is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My pain box without me is useless. Without my pain box, I am useless.
My pain box and myself know that what counts is the attacks we launch.
My pain box is human, even as I, because it is my pain box.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will keep my pain box clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.

Defeet HiTop Wooleator socks, oh shit yeah!

PMPW: 91kg

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