Saturday, 30 April 2011


Melbourne - Mordialloc - Melbourne:
I had a general sense of malaise today, it started some time last night when I was setting my alarm and starting to think about the day ahead (today). The 5:20am alarm option for the Hell Ride was dismissed and thus the Hell Ride itself.

When I woke later I got kitted up and rolled out for Beach Rd. It was close and required less thought. As I meandered down the road, old ladies on hybrids zooming past me, I continued to wonder what I'd do with my morning.

Eventually I jumped onto a bunch rolling past and decided to flip around at the first sight of either the NWR or the Hell Ride. We came through Mentone with no sign of either and two forces combined to put me on the front of the bunch. First, I'd sat on like a dirty dirty wheel sucker and it seemed only right to lead out the sprint I could see many of them wanted. Second, the quicker I got to Mordi, the quicker I could turn and prepare to be swept up by bunches containing mates.

What eventuated was I pulled through and wound everyone up before letting them go with about 200m to go. 50m later, feeling somewhat spent I lift my head to see the front of the Hell Ride storming the other direction. I checked over my shoulder and flipped myself around for another round of more hard work than I'd ever planned on today.

D: 49.4km
A: 155m

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 29 April 2011


After last week where it took me 4 days to get over the DOMS I got a little cocky when at 3:30 in the arvo I wasn't feeling sore. I may have even mentioned to others that I wasn't sore. That was right up until I poked myself a few times. Turns out I'm sore.

D: 17.4km
A: 80m

PMPW: 90kg

Thursday, 28 April 2011



D: 54.8km
A: 400m

Power Haus:
1 x 1 min Skip
2 x 5 @ 20kg Squat
1 x 5 @ 40kg Squat
1 x 5 @ 55kg Squat
1 x 2 @ 70kg Squat
3 x 5 @ 85kg Squat
1 x 5 @ 20kg Bench Press
1 x 5 @ 30kg Bench Press
3 x 5 @ 50kg Bench Press
1 x 4 @ 40kg Power Clean
3 x 4 @ 50kg Power Clean

The squats felt a lot better than last week, even with more weight. My main issue (last week) of the bar being uncomfortable and doing odd things to my wrist were helped by pulling the trapezius muscles in tight. I'm looking forward to progressing up the load on the squat, mostly because it'd be nice to be ahead of the juniors.

The bench presses were right on my current limit, a bit of shaking and a few very slow (but never paused) reps at the end of each set. I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that next week the weight increase will be tiny.

Power clean needs some work, but mostly on technique and timing.

PMPW: 91kg

Wednesday, 27 April 2011


On one hand riding a single speed MTB with a gearing suitable for single track anywhere other than singletrack is an absolute pain in the arse. On the other hand, mine monos like a god damned trooper. I'm not sure if it's the 2.2" tyre or that the chain stays are set to the perfect length for me to to pop up the front end and balance.... it's almost enough for me to forget that I have to maintain 120rpm to just do 30kph. Almost.

D: 30.2km
A: 100m

I opened my big fat mouth before we got to Hans' loop. I goaded Richard and Gavin with taunts about riding away from them in the trail. I basically set myself up so that if I failed, I'd be sure to be on the receiving end of some pretty serious heckling. My pride would be shattered and I'd sook for ages while I tried to find a suitable excuse.

With that in mind I started to wind things up relatively early, to find places where I could open up gaps to the two behind. It took me a few sections of trail to realise that I was not only hurting, I was loving it. There were rocks and braking ruts all over the place, but my tyres were gripping almost everything and what they weren't didn't matter.

I was a touch spent on the way home, but it was worth it. My pride was intact.

D: 36.9km
A: 300m

PMPW: 91kg

Tuesday, 26 April 2011


Melbourne - St Andrews - Melbourne:
Mark did to me what I've been doing to Caddy, ride a steady pace and put the other rider into the hurt box. It's not nearly as entertaining to be on the receiving end, rather than being the one dishing it out.

It took me a while to come to the realisation that I needed to go my own pace and not try to hold Mark's wheel. Up until that point I was playing a game of an ever increasing HR and ever decreasing results.


I'm almost looking forward to going back to work so I can recover rather than feeling like resting would be a waste of a perfectly good day.

D: 107.4km
A: 1,575m


PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 25 April 2011


Melbourne - Frankston - Melbourne:
Enough said.


Fine, some more words! The headwind on the way home was a trifle bothersome, but otherwise just a nice day to roll a few k's.

D: 80.3km
A: 210m

PMPW: 92kg

Sunday, 24 April 2011


Melbourne - Mt Dandenong - Melbourne:
A day of ups and downs in more ways than one. The down side was the going up, the up side was the going down.

I went with a few of the Stay True boys and a couple of fast girls to do Mt Dandenong 3 ways. Forrest Elbow, Mountain Hwy from Montrose and something over the back near Kalista. Those were the bits that hurt, I was just far enough of the pace to hurt like a bastard and still not manage to hold wheels.


The downs and the flats were a different story, I took great joy in doing what I could to repay the pain, especially for the Fartlek like shenanigans of pedestrian crossing sprints.

D: 130.2km
A: 2,030m

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 23 April 2011


Hell Ride:
Walking is still a difficulty, but I know from the numerous weeks after a beating at Jeff's that it shouldn't effect my riding too much. So, well I hobbled my arse out the door and went to play with the Hell Ride.


There wasn't really anything terribly interesting to note, the advantage of having no goals at this time of year mean I was content to just sit in the bunch and if the mood took me, play in the sprint. The mood did take me and for the first time ever I was able to come over the top for the "win".

D: 96.1km
A: 375m

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 22 April 2011


I should have gotten on the bike for an easy roll, get the muscles that have tightened up after yesterday moving again, instead I vegged out. I love public holidays. :)

PMPW: 90kg

Thursday, 21 April 2011


I thought about riding out to ABOC HQ, but piked at the thought of what my first resistance training in a while could do to them. Soft.

D: 16.1km
A: 55m

Power Haus:
2 x 1min Row
2 x 1min Skip
2 x 5 @ 20kg Squat
1 x 5 @ 40kg Squat
1 x 5 @ 55kg Squat
1 x 2 @ 70kg Squat
3 x 5 @ 80kg Squat
1 x 5 @ 20kg Press
1 x 5 @ 30kg Press
1 x 5 @ 35kg Press
1 x 5 @ 37.5kg Press
1 x 4 @ 37.5kg Press (failed on 5)
1 x 5 @ 80kg Dead lift
1 x 5 @ 40kg Clean

Carl subscribes to the low bar squat which is totally new to me and bound to take some getting used to.

CE: 1

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 20 April 2011


One should always know when they've been bested, and in the 'love of riding in the mud stakes' both Gavin and Justin trump me every time. Crazy Bastards!

Our plan to stay a bit dryer and cleaner by doing the alleys went out the window when we ducked into a few "trails" on the way. Why the quote marks you ask? Go on ask it! ASK IT! No I'm not continuing if you're not going to ask it. Fine, I'll continue, but let the record show it's under protest. So, it's in quote marks because some of the trails were more like rivers or lakes than trail. See it wasn't that good of a story anyway, and if you'd just asked why instead of making me go through all that rigmarole then it wouldn't have seemed so bad. Whatever I don't care anyway.

D: 18.3km
A: 275m


D: 25.4km
A: 130m

PMPW: 90kg

Tuesday, 19 April 2011


I took a detour along the Yarra Boulevard this morning, something to give my body a heads up that I was going to be asking it to suffer later.

D: 22.7km
A: 195m

Brunswick Track @ DISC:
I don't have many thoughts about tonight, mostly because I'm completely shattered.

I half asked half got put into a small a-grade (5-6 riders) for a scratch and a motorpace. the points was canned in favour of making the motorpace longer with a combined a/b field (80 laps/20km..

I ran big gears, I spent the time between the the races coughing up a lung and worst of all I was totally wheel shy, even with the motor bike. Oh and I wasn't able to close a gap in the last few laps of the motor pace when the rider in front popped.

On the other hand, I was strong enough for 3rd in the scratch and 4th in the motorpace so there is some promise, enough to give it another go soon.

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 91kg

Monday, 18 April 2011


I swear taking it easy is almost as hard as pinning it. There's just way too many commuters who need to be put in their place, but doing so would be counter productive on a recovery day. DAMN YOU RECOVERY DAY!

D: 16.0km
A: 50m

PMPW: 91kg

Sunday, 17 April 2011


Melbourne - St Andrews - Melbourne:
Went for a bit of a loop through Christmas and Patton hills with Steve. The ride out through the sleepy suburbs to Mt Pleasant Rd left my face numb, from then on the quiet roads and short attackable hills meant that when feeling returned I found that my face was split by a grin. It turns out, despite a week of moping, that I quite like riding bikes. Two days of awesome weather and rides I like a lot were a great reminder.

We'll see how I feel when the weather turns poop again,



The pace was never too hot, for me, Caddy seemed to get a little weary towards the end.

Steve claims he wasn't zig zagging.... I reserve judgement.

By the time stopped for a coffee in Clifton Hill the weather was quite simply put, gorgeous. All memory of cold fingers and face were completely gone, replaced by thoughts of quiet roads filled with twists, turns and climbs.

D: 115.8km
A: 1,555m

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 16 April 2011


Hell Ride:
It was one of those mornings that takes several seconds for the alarm sound to pierce through the early morning fog to the place of my brain that knows what it means. After the week we've had, I just assumed that outside the house resembled the inside of my head, cold, dark, wet and windy (I don't know how a brain can be wet or windy... but it makes the analogy work better). It wasn't until some time into the ride that I realised that I was wrong on all counts (ok so it had been dark for a short while, but once again it helps with the story).


The pace was pretty relaxed... or at the very least felt relaxed. I had an odd situation where I I never really felt that burning sensation of hard exertion in my legs, but a few times I looked down to see my HR around 85%. I'll chalk that up to a poor night sleep.

I tried to set up Downie for the sprint but we got boxed in and had to start from a long way back. That aside I'm enjoying trying to read the chaos of the set up for sprints. Rides like the Hell Ride where everyone is essentially in it for themselves makes it like a massive match sprint.

D: 98.3km
A: 365m

PMPW: 90kg

Friday, 15 April 2011


Ok future me, you're doing the Hell Ride tomorrow and heading into the hills on Sunday morning. I dont care if it's cold or wet or windy, you're a big sook, they'll make you happy. Me? Oh um.... I'm just going to take it easy today.

D: 15.7km
A: 50m

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 91kg

Thursday, 14 April 2011


Another day of CBFs, I looked at my KB... then continued on and watched some TV instead.

I'll ride on the weekend, and I'll race next week. I might even move some weights next week, but right now I feel like I'm in a bit of a limbo where just getting some sleep sounds like the best idea ever.

I'm very much aware that this attitude is not the HTFU principles I've hoped to embody (and espoused). I'm not completely happy about failing in that regard.... but being conflicted is easier when you're nice and warm. :P

D: 18.9km
A: 95m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 13 April 2011


I took the soft option today and went home to a warm dry house instead of doing the Fatties. The only viable excuse I had, that my HID has died, was moot due to the offer of a light to borrow.

It's all just a continuation of the thoughts from Monday. I'm not yet sick of riding and bikes, but I'm not overly motivated due to nothing I care about to work towards. It's cold, it's wet and I've done all the things I set out to do (though not always successfully).

D: 15.0km
A: 75m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 12 April 2011


Today really felt like the end of any hope we might have further balmy autumn weather.

A morning where rain relentlessly pounded at the road, a night where photons* barely escaped the embrace of LEDs and globes, flopping impotently into the damp night air rather than beaming forth to sparkle like jewels in the night sky as they had just mere days ago.

Oh, and racing at DISC has to be postponed a week, turns out they're still doing some work and the track is closed.

D: 15.7km
A: 55m

PMPW: 93kg

*yes light could be a wave but wave forms don't lend themselves to my analogy quite as well, so for now light is a god damned particle!

Monday, 11 April 2011


As I rolled along to work today, I had a rare moment of multitasking. I simultaneously considered both what geometric shape my legs were trying to turn the pedals in (most probably a scalene triangle) and whether I had reached the end of my "season". I've been wondering if/when that "oh god... NO MORE!" feeling will arise and 24 hours of racing/16 hours of driving in 1 weekend has certainly taken it out on me.... but as soon as I thought about stopping for a bit my mind wandered.

I haven't raced endurance track stuff for a while. The weather this week is looking shiteful and an evening spent at DISC, riding indoors and out of the rain (insert joke about DISC's leaky roof here) would be a nice way to get my endorphins fix.

In a similar vein to what I did at CCCC's crits, I've not raced a-grade at DISC, depending on what the handicapper says and how I go, trying to get myself to A might be a good challenge for the next few weeks.

results from the weekend are here. We came 8th overall and 5th in Men's 4s (rather than 6th as assumed previously).

D: 15.7km
A: 55m

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 10 April 2011


Mont 24hr:
The first of my double was at 3:30am a time that I traditionally find hardest to motivate myself to get on the bike. I was pleased that I found it easy to get up, get ready and on the bike. It was almost enough to feel partial redemption of my sookfest at the 2009 Kona (see here and here).

I finished up that double just as the Eastern sky was starting to glow, we were around 8th overall and 6th in category. Even better was that the next to places were both in Men's 4s were only a total of 5 minutes up. Motivation levels were on the up and I was getting excited.

As the world got lighter around me I sat down to do the maths on laps, who had how many laps to do and when. I'd hoped I'd have 1, it was certain I'd have two including the last one of the race. I'll be honest, it took a good 10 minutes to calculate these simple equations in my head.

My mind is doing a good job of altering the memory of the next events, to make them see more grand and significant so bear with me as the only recourse I have against that is cold statements.

Word then came in that Dan had had a significant off on the course. The bruised and battered body that tuned up at camp only confirmed our fear, he wasn't going be able to ride out the race. We were down to a 3 man.

Alex was out on his lap (though he'd stated "I want to die" when asked how he felt) and Matt wasn't keen to do more laps so I floated the idea of doing a double on my next round to cover for Dan. Matt seemed unsure, I repeated "I'll do a double" it a few times. Each time the words left my mouth I became more sure. I wasn't just going to do two laps and help cover a team mate, I wanted to.

Rain had settled in before I started and quickly took the track from blown out and dusty to blown out and wet, but for a brief moment I had the opportunity to ride a few glorious sections that had grip, eyes up the trail, tyres laid over onto the side knobs, body relaxed enough to absorb the bumps from the rock strewn course. Onto the wet trails I worked to ride confidently, to put the bike where I wanted it to be rather than to just hope it would go, tough with a tired body and mind.

Finishing up the second lap of my double, Jack Lamshed caught up to me and demanded I get on his wheel so we could chat. I never got a chance to thank him (we'll get to why in a second) for kicking me up an extra gear for a few minutes of flat out drifting.... right up until a chunk of mud the size of Tasmania flicked off his wheel and lodged itself behind my left eyeball.

I rode the last 600m of singletrack without depth perception, stopping only to shove more mud into my eye with a muddy glove or finger. As I stood in camp with Alex's significant other digging around my eye socket with her finger I was told that I wasn't going out again. Matt's lap would be our last, despite it being likely he'd finish with 5-20 minutes to spare. I protested that I'd do the lap... providing Tasmania agreed to leave my optical cavity, something that took well into a hot shower to occur.

So there it is, official results aren't in, but we're presuming we still finished 8th overall and 6th in category. I'm pretty stoked about that, though sad that we didn't finish by racing out the clock.

On a personal level I'm really happy with the htfu spirit of doing the 2nd double. I completely forgot about "being awesome" but in my mind making the tough calls to do the tough jobs trumps it anyway. I'm a little sad that my times weren't quite as fast as the other guys in the team but that's tempered by the fact I was ready to keep lapping and they were spent.

D: 68.7km
A: 1,115

Saturday, 9 April 2011


Mont 24hr:
I intended to record my thought throughout the race, but only remembered after my fist lap.

The next two laps weren't too dissimilar, I had this uneasy feeling like I wasn't quite up to speed, not quite pushing hard enough and that my lap times were not quite as good as they should be.

Somewhere between my 1st and 3rd lap we decided to continue our 1-2-3-4 order but do a round of doubles overnight, to give everyone a bit of rest. So straight after my 3rd lap I went to bed, hoping I'd get more than the 3-4 hours I'd had the night before, but knowing that it was unlikely due to the short time and the close proximity to generators and the noisy transition.

D: 51.7km
A: 820m

Friday, 8 April 2011


Not much on the riding front, just a head full of worries and last minute tasks before the long drive and loger racing of the Mont.

D: 14.0km
A: 60m

PMPW: 90kg

Thursday, 7 April 2011


I took a slight detour on my normal route to meet with Steve and Jim for a couple of sneaky hours of trails before work.


Some fairy has put a lot of elbow grease into the Kew pump track. Everything (except it's length) has been super sized. Once again I can't get round on my XC bike without a pedal stroke or two. I'm not taking this as a situation requiring a bike with a shorter wheelbase or just a lower seat. No, it's just time to up my pumping game.


PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 6 April 2011


Getting things sorted so I can go race this weekend (work included) means I had to sacrifice Fatties tonight.

So if I'm making sacrifices for this race (the mont), I'm going to set some expectations. I don't know enough about my team mates or the competition to benchmark myself against anything external, so it's going to have to be all about me, specifically it's going to have to be all about me being awesome.

A simple yet profound goal I think.

D: 15.7km
A: 55m

PMPW: 90kg

Tuesday, 5 April 2011


6am NRR:
The time shift with the end of daylight savings has meant early mornings are (for the moment) a little easier as well as a bit more desirable for rides than their after work counterparts. So, North Road Ride it's been a while, but I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other in the coming weeks.

I tried my best to stay in the little ring for the trip down the highway, when the speeds hit 50km/h the temptation to go to a gear that didn't require 160rpm was great.

I'd intended to roll a couple of turns on the way back then play in the sprint. Instead I made 1 move from 2/3 of the way down the bunch all the way to the front and spent the rest of the ride trying to convince my body that the world wasn't ending. At one point with about 2-3 more riders to pass to make the front, I noted my HR was at 191bpm which I (of course) dismissed instantly because I already knew it hurt and I also knew that there was no stopping until I had pulled through to the very very front.

A post ride coffee was very much required.

D: 45.6km
A: 180m


D: 16.0km
A: 55m

PMPW: 91kg

Monday, 4 April 2011


Regrets, I have a few fuck load. It looks like I could have raced the Duael yesterday, there were people sitting around with their bikes not racing (let's not question why they weren't racing).

Yesterday morning when Steve said he was out I did a risk/reward analysis, even ignoring that I wanted mostly to ride with my mate, the results were grim. The risk was committing to a 3 hour drive (round trip) without the certainty of racing, the reward would have been rad racing. I took the certain option and raced track.

So do I regret not racing the Duael? No! I regret not kicking earlier for my f200.

Round 1: 9:06

Round 2: 7:43

Round 3: 8:17

Finals (1 v 2): 8:41

I was given the lead in all my races, worked to hold everyone on my hip or at the very least ensure they couldn't dive under me, then tried to hold them off until the line.

The first race I had a fair scare from Nick. Coming into the final bend he had his real wheel in front of mine. If he'd even hinted at shutting that door on me I would have lost all will to compete. Luckily he lost his line slightly and I was able to power under for the win.

The second race against Chris was the closest we've ever had. I think with the series wrapped up and the eternal wood over me he might not have been on full form today, but I would have rejoiced heartily if I'd won.

Jamie threw some feints round the last bend of the first lap. The first one made me move, but after that I found it funny. He was never going to be able to attack through me, I weigh twice what he does. :D

The finals, well... the same tactic... with a slightly less good result than round 2.

D: 16.9km
A: 70m

PMPW: 90kg

Sunday, 3 April 2011


I got an SMS at 11:48pm from Steve Caddy that changed my plans.

"Hey man. I've just had my 5th spew this hr. I don't think I'll be racing tomorrow :((( Sorry."

In a team race if there is no team, there is no race. So I sent a couple of SMS and changed my plans to race track instead.

The conditions weren't ideal for the f200 and while 12.8 is respectable, I don't think it was as good as I could be. Still, it was the 2nd fastest time in a smaller than normal turnout.

I'll wait to see the videos before putting a bunch of thoughts down about the races. I especially want to see the first race against Chris, it all came down to the throw (which I sadly lost), but with my head down thrusting forwards I didnt get to see just how close it was.

PMPW: 91kg

Saturday, 2 April 2011


A day off the bike, planned but not really desired.

It's probably not the worst thing I could have done the day before a race, though I'd had preferred to get a few kms in and possibly have fun with some roadies.

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 93kg

Friday, 1 April 2011


A 2kg daily swing in weight is pretty unheard of recently, but I think I can explain it.

Yesterday I had an insatiable hunger. 1 breakfast, 3 lunches and 2 dinners, but other than the middle of a 65km/h sprint against Chucky, I always wanted to eat more.

D: 16.1km
A: 60m

PMPM: 91kg