Wednesday, 31 March 2010

31/03/2010

Commute:
Summer is well and truly gone, in fact its almost half way through autumn. Trees that seemed just weeks ago to be in full bloom are now almost barren.

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D: nfi
A: nfi

Fatties:
Not to bad a bunch tonight (11 riders?), for a trip in towards town on the trails. Recent rains have left a few puddles, some of those puddles smell like poo, but in general it was hardpack as far as the eye could see.

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The lip that I crashed on last week.

As we head into mid Autumn the days are starting to get a lot shorter, and lights are becoming a necessity. Still, I'm a stubborn arsehole who made a brash statement months ago about "not using lights until daylight savings ends" and I feell obliged to stick to those words.

The logical thing to allow me to get a decent length ride in while the sun still shone was to do extras before the ride, then bail once the bunch got to the city. I felt kinda guilty bailing on everyone halfway through the ride, even more so after hearing the bunch split later on.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 90kg

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

30/03/2010

Commute:
I had intentions to do TdB tonight, but my knee felt a bit creaky and odd, so I settled for some extras on the Kew/Yarra boulevard with Ann-Michel.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 90kg

Monday, 29 March 2010

29/03/2010

Commute:
Having several bikes has a downside, you're almost guaranteed that one of them needs some kind of work, but there is an upside. Rediscovering why you love each and every one of them.

I've got plans to put road bars back on my commuter, but today without any real agenda it was just perfect with flat bars.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

Sunday, 28 March 2010

28/03/2010

Commute:
I wanted to race today, but it turned out that SKCC were having their club champs, and you had to be a club member to race.

Oh well, I rolled around the suburbs and consumed coffee before retiring to do some bike maintenance.

D: nfi
A: nfi

Saturday, 27 March 2010

27/03/2010

Woodend:
I was not eager to get up at 6am. I was not eager to spend 90 minutes in the car. I was not eager to ride hard. Still, I wanted to ride with mates, and it'd been ages since I'd visited the wombat loop at Woodend.

What followed next was not a standard ride around the Wombat loop before retiring to a bakery for a pie and sausage roll. No, Jim, Gav and I were set for an adventure to make even Bill and Ted say "excellent".

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Paul Randell, having moved up to Woodend 8 months ago, was able to link through trails we'd ridden many times before, trails we'd only seen during the BMC 100 and trails we had no idea even existed.

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Clay, sand, loam, wide, narrow, on camber, off camber, gum forest, pine forest.... the combinations seemed endless. Where the hell are we?!

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Paul hurt us all day long, I did my best to chase his wheel, sometimes losing it, other times sticking like glue. Even when it all came unstuck, leaving me sliding and rolling in the dirt at 40kph, I couldn't have been happier. Though it might have been nice to graze a different leg to the one from Wednesday.

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D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

Friday, 26 March 2010

26/03/2010

Lazy:
Should have gotten on the bike to commute today. Sitting at work with my knee bent at 90° just leads to a bloody stiff knee.

I'm not normally about using this blog to flog anything other than my own charm, good looks and massive quads, but I'm going to make an exception. Campbell, the dude who wrote off a car with his leg a few months ago, needs to offload his bike to a new owner to help feed starving orphans or something. If anyone is looking, or knows someone who is looking, for a medium sized XC dually, then perhaps his bike would suit. Click Here For Details.

Chickens eaten: 1/2

PMPW: 90kg

Thursday, 25 March 2010

25/03/2010

Commute:
The legs felt a little flat on the way home, I'm not really sure why though, perhaps it's one of those things that will never be fully understood.

D: nfi
A: nfi

Jeff's:
2 x 20 Deck squats
1 x 100 @ 43kg OSBB Deadlifts
1 x 150 @ 25kg Sloshball cleans
1 x 200 Box jumps
1 x 50ES Prisoner step up to lunge
1 x 1,000 @ 38kg GS jump squats

The deadlifts with the 60mm bar hammered grip strength, so it and the cleans were probably the toughest. The step ups were awkward because of the prisoner hand position, but were pretty easy on the legs, and the jump squats? Well they just took ages to do.

I took breaks in all but the box jumps and step ups, the one for jump squats was @ 800 reps, I just knew stopping @ 500 would make the second half mentally tough.

Approximate volume of sweat lost: 3 large watermelons

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 24 March 2010

24/03/2010

Fatties:
If you're part of the Australian MTB community, odds on you've heard about the sudden death of James Williamson (the best write up I've seen is here).

I proposed a minutes trackstand at fatties, but during discussion about the event the idea went by the wayside. Still, even though I'd only met the bloke a few times, at the fatties no less, it seemed fitting to do something. So I rode Dickies loop flat out, reminded and thankful that every turn, every berm and every smile were a gift for the living.

A quick thank you to the magical trail fairies who've done some work on the loop. The little wooden bridges are over and above the call of duty, and should hopefully keep the place in good nick through winter.

So the fatties ride itself, we had a group of 10 or so, including some faces we haven't seen in a while (Jim, Walter and Steve Cusworth (sp?)). Most of the trails had a layer of sand or dust, it called for a bit of aggression to grip the tyres and a willingness to slide, I slid more than most.

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Out along the trails we flew, using the last vestiges of sunlight to begin a trip round Hans' loop, finishing the trail off by memory in the dark. Much like two weeks before it was awesome to ride, not knowing what was under your tyres only heightened the adrenalin and widened the grins, because it sure as fuck didn't slow us down.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

23/03/2010

Rest:
I had intended to have a post filled with pretty graphs and some comments, because 'htfu kid' is now a year old. Sadly like everything I've taken the graphs etc too far, and the level of information I've decided on is taking a heap of time to collate.

Anyway, they'll be up soonish, hopefully there are some interesting trends.

One thing I should probably have noted in the last 365 days is 'htfu kid' is an instruction to me, not a nickname for me. Basically that's what I felt I had to do, and hoped this blog would hold me accountable to.

Anyway, that's enough breaking of the 4th wall for today.

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 22 March 2010

22/03/2010

Rest:
Nothing to see here, move along.

PMPW: 91kg

Sunday, 21 March 2010

21/03/2010

CCCC Crit:
It's been a couple of years since I've raced Caulfield Caregie Cycling Clubs Criterium.... let's just call it "Glenvale", everyone else does. Anyway, I decided to see if I could give Ian a hand to win his 2nd B-grade crit in as many days.

The feeling of being slightly underdone continued from yesterday, but a single can of cola beverage before the race had me feeling as twitchy as Fry, from Futurama, in the 100 cups of coffee episode (see here for reference).

Around 20 minutes into the race, 2 riders were up the road and seemingly holding the pack off well, myself and another rider worked for around 6-7 laps to bridge across, but for some reason after forming a strong 4 man group, the 2 riders we bridged to sat up. Actually that's unfair, I'm sure if I'd shown a little bit of impetus it would have restarted, but I was pretty shagged from the long chase.

In the mean time Ian seemed a little sluggish, I know, who would have thought he'd be tired after taking a hard win the day before? Crazy! Anyway, In the last few laps before 3 to go was called I kept looking around, and he was generally on my wheel. As we started getting the count down to the inevitable bunch sprint I stopped looking, and started presuming. With everyone looking to set themselves up it took all attention to find a clean line up the pack to a top 10 position.

Coming through for the bell the pace was slow and cagey, momentum had carried me to the front and I sure as heck didn't want to be there. When a guy jumped hard up the right through the first turn, and due to inaction from the bunch, looked to be gaining a winning margin. I decided I had to act, it was earlier than I wanted, but I figured I could bury myself for a km or so and hope that Ian's strong ITT would carry him the last hundred or so metres to the line. I went after the rider with everything I had.

Around turn 3 when 2 guys came past me I concluded that Ian was not on my wheel and the best chance we had of splitting money was for me to get my wheel to the line. The biggest issue was I was feeling somewhat cooked, 1 lap in the bunch is a doddle, when you're on the front doing all the work, it's an eternity.

3rd out of the last corner, 7th over the line. An ok result, my body wasn't up to par, but I still felt like I had a decent influence on the race as a whole. I'm happy that I kept going even after I lost my primary reason to hurt, i.e. getting Ian to the line. I would probably have fared better if I'd had a wheel to sit on during the last lap, but that's racing, besides, being at the front ensured I had a better chance than if I was at the back with 40 riders to get around.

D: nfi
A: nfi

Mulgrave - Edithvale - Melbourne:
After the race, Ian and I rolled down Springvale Rd to Edithvale and back home via Station St and Beach Rd. The wind that'd picked up during the race shifted as we rode, always ensuring we copped it pretty much square in the face, or at best, at a slight angle.

The motion to stop in Mordialloc for some blueberry and white chocolate scones was quickly seconded, 4 of the squishy, purple stained delights were quickly consumed, leaving slightly overworked jaws as the only reminded of their existence.

D: nfi
A: nfi

Jeff's:
1 x 1min @ 20kg 2 Arm swings
1 x 1min ES @ 20kg 1 Arm swings
1 x 1min ES @ 20kg Cleans
1 x 1min ES @ 20kg Jerks
1 x 1min ES @ 20kg Snatches
4 x 1 @ 65kg dummy drag/carry

Jeff was off learning about Feng Shui or something else innocuous sounding (ok so it was Tai Chi), but likely to result in his training groups hurting. This meant it was up to us to organise ourselves, while most people organised themselves an injury, a rest week or complete absence, Gavin and I swung the KB and ran around with Jenn's dummy.

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 20 March 2010

20/03/2010

Spoke(n) Ride:
Despite me having the best intentions yesterday of doing the Hell Ride this morning, when the alarm went of at 5:45, I just couldn't be arsed. In fact it was still a struggle when it went off an hour later. Still I knew I'd feel like i'd wasted the day if I didn't, so I rolled down to the Spoke(n) ride.

Despite the feeling of CBF continuing into the ride itself, I somehow managed to spend almost half the ride on the front or off it up the road.

I felt like I was lacking a bit of speed endurance, or in other words, I couldn't quite go as hard and/or as long with my efforts as I'd normally feel I could. All this could be mental as I didn't have a speedo, but I don't think it was.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 19 March 2010

19/03/2010

Rest:
I seemed to have pulled up ok from yesterday's training, but just to make sure I continue to recover from donating and am right for the weekend, I had some chickens.

Chickens eaten: 1/2

PMPW: 91kg

Thursday, 18 March 2010

18/03/2010

Commute:
D: nfi
A: nfi

Jeff's:
2 x 20 Deck squats
1 x 500 @ 43kg GS jump squats
1 x 25ES @ 35kg Sloshball step ups
1 x 400 @ 43kg GS jump squats
1 x 25ES @ 35kg Sloshball step ups
1 x 300 @ 43kg GS jump squats
1 x 25ES @ 35kg Sloshball step ups
6 x 40 Rope shenanigans
3 x 30 Rope shenanigans

I'm not 100% sure how many of the rope thingies we did, I'd already started to consider getting to DISC to watch Em Apolito represent Vic at the Junior Australian Track Titles.

Em has been training for the 500m TT (J15) and a year ago stated her goal as sub 40 seconds (she rode a 41.772 at last year's titles), a time good enough to take the win in 09. This year, no one before her went into the 39s, and as they were being raced 2up, it was her vs the fastest qualifier, a girl from Tas.

I suppose I've skipped a step in this story, why do I care about Em racing? Em's being trained by Carl and along with her dad, Dino, they've been racing the SSS. I've seen her train hard and show great character in racing, basically she's a nice kid and I wanted to support her efforts.

As Em was strapped into the starting gate, she looked nervous but focused, Carl on the other hand was looking very nervous and highly tense. I'll admit I was feeling a little bit of trepidation as well, but thankfully had been given the job of timing lap splits to take my off of it.

The race itself was a blur, with Em clocking in at 39.850, and Macey from Tas pipping her with a 39.139.



So, this kind of brings me to why I'm writing, the mixed emotions such a result could bring. Em well and truly achieved her goal of sub 40, though inherent in that goal was the desire to win the Aus titles. So, how would you feel about it?

Walking out of the venue I had an almost overwhelming feeling of pride for her effort, but I wondered, if that had been me, would I have been smiling as much as Em was as she rolled her cool down? Maybe, maybe not, still she's a tough kid and I hope she keeps at it, judging by her flying 200 time to qualify for the sprints I'll be racing (and being beaten by) her soon enough.

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

17/03/2010

Commute:
I think by now everyone is aware that I find commuting on the mountain bike amusing, today was no different.

Sitting in bumper to bumper traffic going over Mac Robertson Bridge, I decided to lay off the back of the car in front and use the space to practice monos. It was only halfway down the bridge that I wondered how it must look to the cars around me.

D: 26.7km
A: 242m

Fatties:
A good little group to head in, including the one of the guys who's been riding with Meg and Steve for a while. Despite the fact I've completely forgotten his name I hope he comes with us again next week, he'll be a better rider for it.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

16/03/2010

Flat Hill Dirt Crits:
I got my excuses out and upfront early, donated blood, still sore from the deadlifts, not feeling the flow, the list went on. Still, there I was on the line without any real idea how any of it would effect me.

Racing was mixed up tonight, half the race in the normal direction, then a restart to go around the other way. For ease of retelling lets consider them two discrete races.

Off the line I was in around 7th, and by a lap in something felt a bit off. It was hard to put a finger on it, but in hindsight I'd describe it as breathing a bit harder, heart going a bit faster, and feeling like I was missing a bit of the speed endurance I've come to expect. The likely culprit was losing a pint of A positive yesterday, but it was interesting to note that both races I wasn't far off the people I expected to be near and or not far off.

By the end I was somewhat shagged [pronounced shag-ed], I'd gone all out on the last 2 laps of the second race to ensure I stayed clear of the roadie behind, and to see if I could catch James Dickey and Brett Kellett where weren't to far in front.

I believe I came 5th in both races, with Rohin Adams, Duncan Murray, Brett Kellett and James Dickey in front of me (most likely in that order).

I should mention Justin, who seemed to have made it his mission to smash it off the start then rail me into the undergrowth. Perhaps try isn't the right word, as the grass wrapped around my cassette will attest he succeeded more than once.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 91kg

15/03/2010

Blood Donation:
Needles make me a little queasy, it's just the thought of them, or perhaps the thought of them piercing skin. Oddly enough, once a needle is in, I'm not so bothered, in fact when I was sitting in the chair this morning I was weirdly fascinated by blood coming out of a tube in my arm.

First off they take a little baggy, at a really rough guess I'd suggest 20-30mL, so they can easily grab some sample vials. I watched as my little sample baggy slowly filled, and must have been frowning as I looked back and forth between me and the bloke to my right (who appeared to have filled more) as my medical attendant person assured me it wasn't a race.

Still, he must have felt it was a little odd as he resettled the needle with a comment about "maybe it's on a valve". Turns out that was the ticket, and the final results speak for themselves.

First: Neil
Second: Dude to my right

As if it wasn't a race! :)

PMPW: 91kg

Sunday, 14 March 2010

14/03/2010

SKCC Crit:
Another Sunday, another A-grade crit down in Port Melbourne.

I've half forgotten what happened in the race in the hours since. I can vaguelly recall trying to chase down a break, being in a different break and finally telling Hayden that I'd work for him, so he could leed out Lee. I don't think I did so well, but it was nice to have a reason to suffer.

D: 49.9km
A: nfi

Pete's Boudoir:
Went to play with Steve and brother Pete for some Oly Bar action action action.

In general we faffed around, well maybe it just felt that way because rep counts were so freaking low (3x3 for work sets). As I was there for giggles I didn't pay much attention to the exercises we did (sets/rep/weights). The boys offered some form advice on deadlifts and I got to practice things like the hook grip and lifing 1.3x my body weight off the ground.

PMPW: 91kg

Saturday, 13 March 2010

13/03/2010

Hell Ride:
Everyone seemed to be heading to hills to get some preparation done before the Avoca Marathon, and well, it just didn't sound like fun. I asked myself, if 7 hours in the hills isn't fun, what is? The answer was obvious, 3 hours smacking it on the flat.

For a fair chunk of the trip down I sat in the middle of the, roughly, 70-80 person bunch. The Felt Epix trio of Jase, Ash and Matt provided some conversation to pass the time, but eventually I started to worry the bunch was going to get split by lights and rolled up to get some turns in. Matt came with me, and despite sooking rolled solid turns as well.

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The trip home was fairly uneventful until we got to Blackrock. Some gents crashed behind me and one of them clipped my wheel during his downward spiral. I'm going to put the sound of bikes and dudes hitting the deck up there amongst my least favourite.

Sadly I got a bit boxed for the Blackrock sprint so couldn't deliver Jase as promised. Despite having "not trained", his pride still seems to be powerful enough for him to bury himself and others in the process, maybe it's just the huge calves.

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D: 86.4km
A: nfi

Friday, 12 March 2010

12/03/2010

Rest:
Not a lot going on today, not even chickens.

Ok, so I accomplished something today, I wrote a short post for the Baum blog, you can read it here.

PMPW: 91kg

Thursday, 11 March 2010

11/03/2010

Commute:
Nothing too exciting about my commute, though my legs and arms were fairly trashed on the way home..... for some reason.

D: 48.7km
A: nfi

Jeff's:
2 x 20 Deck squats
2 x 100 @ 43kg GS jump squats
2 x 60 @ 16kg Box jumps
3 x 10ES @ 35kg Sloshball step up to lunge
6 x 50 Rope shenanigans (2 hands, alternating hands, alternating lunges, jumping)
2 x 20 @ 35kg Sloshball cleans
2 x 10ES @ 35kg Sloshball clean to shoulder
2 x 10 @ 35kg Sloshball burpees (pushup to clean)


The jump squats and box jumps were done as supersets, the rope and the sloshball clean stuff were done as supersets with 1 set of rest between the rope and the cleans.

I honestly felt like I could have done the squats and jumps all day. The step ups were fine on the legs, but once I started getting overly sweaty the strain on my biceps was brutal. Queue the rope shenanigans and the cleans. I cracked quite badly. By about 3 sets in my HR was jacked, my arms were floppy noodles and I was a cranky boy. Sooking began.

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

10/03/2010

Fatties:
This morning I read an article on Fat Cyclist that made me chuckle and got me thinking. Read it here (also read some of the comments). So, what does yours say?

Well tonight I got a chance to chat to my voice, but more on that in a moment. Daylight savings is due to end in a few weeks and it has been months since the fatties ride has made it all the way out to Hans' loop, so I proposed that we haul arse along bike paths to Westerfolds and get at least one last lap in before we will require lights. Of the 6 riders, only 2 had gears, so to say that we smashed the bike path would be a lie, still some shenanigans did occur, helping everyone to forget we were skipping awesome trails, that were mere metres away.

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All question about if this was the best use of a ride evaporated once we hit the loop. 9km of twisting, winding, climbing, descending radness. Alex led the train up the first switchbacks, while I did my best to sit on his wheel, by the trees it was obvious that I wasn't succeeding. Loose and fast (read: neigh on out of control) down the descents, sideways and giggling through the oft sandy or muddy corners, out of the saddle hurting on the climbs. We finished in ones and twos, Alex had put a minute into me, I'd put about the same into Downie and Justin, Gav and Rich Read came through a little after them. Everyone, without fail was sweating hard but grinning.

So my voice? Well he kept wondering why I wasn't able to hold Alex's wheel. Why I was riding sloppy lines. Telling me that the guys behind we catching. Letting me know he thought I was soft. I did my best to burn him out of my head with pain, it didn't work, but eventually the blood pounding in my ears drowned him out a bit.

D: nfi
A: nfi

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

9/03/2010

Rest:
Drove in to work today, sadly a short work week doesn't mean less to do and I wasn't in the mood to be riding home in the dark after 12 hours in the office.

My hips are pretty tight, meaning my knee is a little sore, most likely from the gear choice on Saturday, and the fact I haven't done any serious stretching since the Otway

The final thing to note is that I postponed donating blood for a week. You can't donate when you've got a cold, and this one of mine is still hanging around. More veggies, more sleep and less stress is my plan for the coming week.

PMPW: 90kg

Monday, 8 March 2010

8/03/2010

Melbourne - Mordialloc - Melbourne:
Up at 6, Tim and I spent 30 minutes staring at the BOM radar, trying to work out if it was worth going to Baw Baw.

In the end I looked to what I wanted to achieve at the moment, fun. Riding Australia's toughest climb, on a weekend with the wildest weather in over a decade doesn't sound like fun. We pulled the pin and decided to meet some of the Nacional guys for a coffee ride.

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A coffee before, a spin in the little ring down to Mordi and back, then a coffee after. I've been shaking like a 4 year old on red cordial ever since.

D: 52.6km
A: nfi

PMPW: 90kg

7/03/2010

Lazy:
I'll admit I was happy when the ABOC SSS was called off due to the weather, it meant I could go back to sleep and try to forget my hangover.

PMPW: 90kg

Saturday, 6 March 2010

6/03/2010

Spoke(n) Ride:
Just a nice easy morning with the Spoke(n)/Nacional crew.

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I spent a heap of time on the front, but the pace was easy enough that it never really hurt. That said, I was constantly in a massive gear, perhaps I needto get a tattoo to remind me to spin.

D: 47.9km
A: nfi

PMPW: 90kg

Friday, 5 March 2010

5/03/2010

Rest:
Despite nausea inducing efforts last night, I feel pretty freaking good today. No DOMS, and pretty alert. I wonder how Ben is holding up. ;)

Unfortunately I half discussed doing Baw Baw on Monday with Timmy, and well, he's taken that as a firm commitment. Oh dear lord! :(

Jase, I know I drunkenly promised to do it with you, if I survive I will contemplate doing it again.... if I survive,

Chickens eaten: 1/2

PMPW: 90kg

Thursday, 4 March 2010

4/03/2010

Commute:
A pretty warm day, but nice to be on the bike. The ride home from Jeff's was powered by a lazy northerly that left me feeling like a cycling god. I like that feeling.

Justin was back on the bike, and despite having one skinny leg he was able to pedal circles. So that's now both Campbell and Justin riding again, which is nice to see/hear.

D: 48.8km
A: nfi

Jeff's:
2 x 20 Deck squats
4 x 10 Powerband sprints
4 x 20 @ 35kg Sloshball cleans
3 x 20ES @ 43kg Step ups
4 x 50 Rope shenanigans (2 hands, alternating hands, alternating lunges, jumping)
4 x 100 @ 43kg GS jump squats

Once again the powerband sprints and sloshball cleans were done as supersets, but thankfully working with 2 others (instead of just 1 as per last week) meant a rest cycle between the sprints and the cleans.

It was kinda good to get back to the jump squats. The OSBB felt a little odd, the shot loading up just as your legs were starting to gain traction for the squat. In other words, the rhythm felt odd, but otherwise they were all good, the biggest issue was remembering how to count to 100.

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

3/03/2010

Fatties:
Despite knowing about this fact yesterday, I decided to with hold it as it related better to tonight. The inner trails are once again accessible!!! :D

To clarify, the big gates are no longer gates, they're big wooden chicanes that you can fit your bars through. At least one fence has been cut and removed in a way that suggests parks did it. There were several missing "no bikes" signs. Now, while none of this suggests that we're allowed to ride on the trails, we can at least get to them.

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On a sad note the broken pipe on the trail between the Eastern Fwy and Bellbird Park has been removed. I will miss that pipe, it was a challenge the first day I rode those trails and each winter the best line changed, meaning that it was still a challenge the last time I rode it.

Oh, the ride? It was a nice cruisy night. No one felt the need to go hard, so it was mostly laughing and chatting about the enormous tiger snake that almost ate Mario.

As an aside, I highly recommend you ask Gavin about his night. After the ride, over beer and pizza, he told a story that reminded me of a movie I once saw.

D: 26.4km
A: nfi

PMPW: 89kg

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

2/03/2010

Commute:
I've said it before, I'll say it again, commuting on a mountain bike amuses me. Doing monos and stoppies in bumper to bumper traffic just seems.... naughty. All those poor saps stuck in cars forced to watch me have fun.

D: nfi
A: nfi

Flat Hill Dirt Crits:
The first few laps felt pretty settled, we had a train of 6 blokes, James Dickey on the front, me on the back. Slowly people decided that James' pace wasn't high enough and went around, establishing a small break.

Just as the mind was starting to consider what the body would have to do to get around James and chase those up the trail, Brett binned it in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, fired a quick "you alright" then searched for a suitable way to get around the carnage. Brett, I'm sorry, I wasn't really as concerned about your well being as I could have been. ;)

Once past Brett I had a gap to Jay Woo, and not a huge amount of motivation to close it. I tried for a few laps but from what I could see it wasn't getting any less. I picked up the pace a little for the last 3 laps, and on the final lap caught sight of Bellie not far in front. Jay Woo had gotten past Bellie, and it seems despite feeling like I was going backwards I was in fact catching the rider in front. I hold no illusion that I would have been able to get around Bellie if I'd caught him, he's too wily a racer.

So another 4th, perhaps I'll need to be a bit more aggressive at the start to secure a better track position.... but not so good that I get first and end up disheartened if I get passed.

D: 11.2km
A: nfi

PMPW: 90kg

Monday, 1 March 2010

1/03/2010

Commute:
My commute was in a pretty happy place today, nice and cruisy on the way in, ripping along with a tailwind to DISC then cruisy on the way home.

Wait! DISC?! Yeah, off to see Alex and Ben's mum (Liz) set a new Hour Record. Despite doing some damage to both thumbs, banging on the siding as encouragement, I was happy it wasn't me on that bike. A 1 minute effort yesterday was bad enough, 1 hour would destroy me physically and mentally.

Over the last week and a bit I've watched a big fat bruise on my inner thigh develop. It's from a stack during the Otway, but I'm not sure which one. Why mention it now? Well it's in the exact spot of my first cramp in the race. The stack that was most likely to have caused it was after the cramping had already started, but if not, then it's a lovely explanation that absolves my training and just makes me an idiot for crashing. Mentally that's a lot easier to deal with than I trained or planned wrong.

D: 42.3km
A: nfi

Here's some of the shenanigans we did with the rope yesterday.

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PMPW: 90kg