Thursday, 31 May 2012


Prahran - Mt Pleasant - CBD:
I've headed north on a few Thursday mornings now. It's tough riding. It's (very) early. I'm getting exercise. So it would be reasonable to expect that I'd feel good about it. Sadly that's not the case. Every time I roll through Heidelberg there is a group of 3 old ladies, I'd guess mid 70s, out for a walk in barely more than dressing gowns, at least one with a walking frame. It's hard to feel like a bad arse when there are grannies doing basically the same thing.... in fucking nighties! DAMN YOU GRANNIES!

A mix up with Jimmy meant I was out solo, but that worked out ok.

It was cold, dark, foggy, and awesome. The restricted senses meant I rode in my own world, drifting between the glow of isolated street lights, pushing my legs on hills where memory was needed to gauge the top.

All up, I was happy to have 1,000m vertical done before work. It's done a lot to ease the unease not doing yesterday caused.

Strava link.

D: 71.1km
A: 1,068m


D: 10.4km
A: 49m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 30 May 2012



I was up and out the door with plenty of time to do NRR this morning, but a km down the road, a tyre I'd hoped would hold out until a stock of new ones arrived, died. I limped home and decided to, for curiosities sake, check my spares. Turns out I had one and could have swapped out the buggered one days ago, once again proving I'm an idiot.

D: 18.8km
A: 395m

PMPW: 93kg

Tuesday, 29 May 2012


6am NRR:
There's a couple of aspects of my recent bike fit that are either taking some getting used to, or need some further thought.

I've always had some loveliness in my right foot under heavy loads with any tightness in my shoe straps. It's prone to hotfoot and or going completely asleep. While the changes to my left shoe have been great, the right needs some further thought before I'm confident I can cinch down on the fasteners and smash on the pedals all day long.

The other item is the height of my drops. It's lower than before and I don't see over other people's shoulders any more. In short (hahahahaha) I'm working off lesser amounts of information. Still today I felt confident in the bunch, and given I only did a couple of turns I spent a good amount of time there. I was reading wheels well, and matching pace (accelerations and braking) unconsciously. I don't doubt that the stresses of racing will effect this and leave me slightly less assertive, but it's always nice to re-attain levels of skill or fitness.

Strava link.

D: 45.2km
A: 216m


D: 13.1km
A: 332m

PMPW: 94kg

Monday, 28 May 2012


Oh man, I don't know specifically if it was the ride, the hot pub, the chicken parma, the 3 bowls of chips, the 3 pints or the large pizza afterwards, but I felt like arse last night, slept like shit and feel like arse today. I'm blaming the pizza, despite it's delicious goodness, I get the impression it was the carbohydrate that broke the camel's back.

Some time last week I put in my entry for the 3 Day Tour, not sure where my form is, I put in for B Grade. I feared being worse than just pack fodder in A Grade, especially given the parcours features bits that go up.

So, in two week I'll get a guide to my form, I can tell you that the mere concept is already making me nervous.

D: 16.9km
A: 237m

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 27 May 2012


Prahran - Mt Dandenong - Prahran:
"Doing three sides tomorrow, leaving The Wall at 8:30 (earlier if you want coffee). Steady pace, no one left behind and we will regroup at the top of each 'side'".

It sounded like a ride too good to refuse, a roll in the hills with the Stay True / Bike Inc / Giant boys and a promise that they'd wait for me at the top. As we sipped Cafe Lattes, Flat Whites and Cappuccinos (with the standard mix of strong and soy) some of the Artisan Cycles boys turned up. The more the merrier eh?


The route was "Three Sides", and featured some stuff I knew, and some stuff that was new. The Serpentine was interesting, 13% for just under a km up a wet, leaf covered road. I somehow managed to avoid a nut to stem incident, despite spinning my back wheel on one of those black squiggly road repair lines.


Mark and the Artisan boys were the main culprits for driving the pace on each climb, and as my confidence in the state of my legs grew, I moved up and played with them more. Lachlan tore me (slowly) apart when I tried to hold his wheel up the Wall, but I managed to Pepe le Pew the gap to him coming back up the Tourist Rd from Montrose to Olinda.

Strava link.

D: 131.1 km
A: 2,142m

PMPW: 93kg

Saturday, 26 May 2012


Yesterday I decided the weather would be too shit to ride, so organised to catch up with Steve to move our bodies under the shelter of his garage.

There were certainly chunks of time during the day, where the sky was blue and it seemed my decision was the wrong one. I suppose I'll never know for sure, but I don't regret catching up with a mate and doing some exercise.

2 x 5 @ 70kg Deadlift
2 x 5 @ 90 Deadlift
2 x 3 @ 100 Deadlift
2 x 1 @ 120 Deadlift

4 x 25 Box jumps @ 24"
4 x Plank (push up hold)

2 x 25 KB Jerk @ 16kg
2 x 25 KB Clean @ 16kg

The couplets were done in tandem with Steve. One person doing one exercise, while the other it's partner. Holding a plank while Steve box jumped, and vice versa.

I'm probably going to suffer on the bike tomorrow, I can already feel my quads telling me stories.

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 25 May 2012


I take back what I've thought a few times, about how winter is upon us. Incorrect, today was a stark reminder that the weather can and will get shit, probably even shittier than today.

Also, I haven't quite gotten the amount of riding in recently that I planned slash wanted, so I checked back what I was doing at this time last year. Bang on a year ago (ok so 366 days, but I like the phrase "bang on" so even if it's not entirely accurate I'm going with it anyway) I decided to start training again.

Maybe I'm not in a bad place, when I can explain away why NRR long is tearing me to pieces, I'll be happy.

D: 16.0km
A: 129m

CE: 1

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 24 May 2012


6am NRR:
The forecast last night said "showers developing in the afternoon", or in other words the morning would be clear. Given the outlook for the rest of the week, it was too good an opportunity to get some kms in to miss, even if I was feeling shattered.

Once on the bike I Felt surprisingly good, I wont suggest I've gotten away Scott free, but the Trek down to Mordi and back was far from Haro-ing.

I um'ed and ah'ed for a good three and half seconds before deciding to stick to the plan and not work turns. I came through for one around Mentone, merely to ensure a place towards the front of the bunch, before once again sitting in and enjoyed the tow to the sprint finish.

The sprint itself was a little slow, I came off the wheel in front at 50, and hit/held 55 before being rolled on the line.

Strava link.

D: 45.2km
A: 163m


D: 15.3km
A: 106m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 23 May 2012


NRR Long:
Today's edition of NRR long hurt. It hurt a lot.

The hills weren't the problem, they were the regular pain of lighter/faster guys tearing my legs off, but this week I managed to stay in contact until the first kick of Canadian, then bridge from the 2nd chase bunch to the 1st on the final pinch at the top. Two Bays hurt, but I had rabbits in front of me to chase, so I can manage that.

No, what really put me in the box...

 Artists impression of me being in the box.

...was the trip home. It started off good, I rolled a few turns, then for a bit I sat comfortably behind the working group calling through riders. The comfort disappeared on the lead into and out of Mordi. Things got strung out and I wasnt the only one not to cope well.

It'd be easy to say it was the headwind, but there was someone, or several someones, on the front doing the pace making. Back where I was, 20ish riders deep, it was surgey and evil. Around Brighton I looked at the 1m gap that had formed, a gap I had covered time and time again, and I said to myself "nope". Thankfully there were a couple of others behind me and with a lull in the pace on the front, and the moments it took for them to come around me, I recovered enough to latch on.

Time at work: 8:55am*

Strava link.

D: 101.5km
A: 596m


D: 7.9km
A: 28m

PMPW: 93kg

* it was really 9am but I stopped to help a little girl who crashed her bike.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012


6am NRR:
I slept a bit shit last night and had a general feeling of "meh" for NRR, this morning. The perfect spin of yesterday was gone, and not even trying to do the southbound leg in the little ring was enough to pique my interest, so I accepted that it wasn't my day and rolled the kms in the bunch.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 184m

I have very mixed emotions about a conversation I had with a bus company this afternoon.

First, the background to why I called. On Sunday's ride, we were rolling between Yarra Glen and Healesville, two up and chatting. I was on the front with BJ, my hands on the tops, to be specific they weren't on the tops like Tom Boonen crushing Paris Roubaix hands are, no they were like a dude rolling along a small country road  at 9am in the morning, chatting with a mate.

Anyway, a bus came past us, a normally insignificant event, so then why mention it. Well it was quiet and I didn't hear it until it was beside me, and by beside me, I literally it was BESIDE ME. I think I had about 10cm of space between my elbow and the side of it.

While I didn't actually poop myself, I cant categorically say that poop didn't exit my body, see how close the bus was and then flee back inside in fear. The last time I was this convinced I was going to eat the ground was my close encounter of Dan Ellis kind but even then, I knew I'd live, even if Smidty ran over me. This bus on the other hand, would have made mince meat out of my very (very) pretty face.

Once I regained my composure, I could only feel like they'd passed so close intentionally, as there was no oncoming traffic and plenty of visibility to see that. So yeah, I felt it appropriate (despite my usual go with the flow nature) to chat with the Operations Manager of the bus company from that route to lodge an official complaint.

I found myself shaking again during the retelling, but his manner was quite reassuring... well right up until I had to tell him that riding two abreast is in fact legal.

D: 15.1km
A: 120m

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 21 May 2012


While rolling today I thought about the place I found myself while climbing yesterday. Not the road, not the bike, the mental space. Each pedal stroke was the same as the last, but still treated as a new challenge to achieve perfection. As I thought about this place my legs naturally started to come through smoother and the bike picked up a few km/h. I used to talk with Steve about the "perfect spin" when we were out on our slick tyred mountain bikes at 10pm at night, trying to get some kms in around our schedules.

Strava link.

A: 170m

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 20 May 2012


Blackburn - Donna Buang - Blackburn:
After a late night at the MCG (go bombers!), I awoke with heavy eyes and a brain that tried to convince everything else that more sleep was needed. I placated it by "just" going to the toilet, then "just" having a shower, then "just" putting on my socks. Everything took a little longer than necessary but it got done. I then put my bike in the car and drove to BJs, which allowed me a half hour nap before the ride began.

The feature climb of the day was Don Rd up the back of Mt Donna Buang, BJ set the pace early and I just followed hoping to sit on his wheel for the duration of the ascent. It quickly became obvious that BJ didn't want my fat arse huffing and puffing behind him, constant looking back, some surges, an out of the saddle effort. After he had sat back down and I'd stood to cover the gap, I decided to roll up and assure him that I had no intention of attacking, that all I wanted to do was let him set tempo, maybe pull a turn or two, and then watch him crest the top in first. As I drew shoulder to shoulder, I realised his breathing was far more laboured than mine. I snuck in a quick question that'd require a decent answer, the reply was short and seemed to exacerbate his oxygen debt. So I did what moments before I'd had no intention of. I attacked. A few lengths up the road I set about finding a groove. Hands on the tops, arms and shoulders relaxed, like a duck placid above the waist, all go below the water line. 80prm was my number, each pedal stroke executed smoothly and with intent. If this climb was a movie, it would have been "How Stella got her groove back". Ok maybe not, but the name seems appropriate.

Once the climb finished with me clear of the trailing riders, it was time to zip up and descend back down the same road. Railing the penultimate corner of the descent, a sweeping right hander, at 75km/h left me with a grin that wouldn't quit, despite a slow leak in my front tyre that the latex in my tube wouldn't seal.

Meyers Creek Rd was a bit tougher, I'd had mixed success here before. Last time I'd gapped Erin and Jim only to have them come back at the end when the gradient edged a little steeper. That memory became a self fulfilling prophecy. Thinking about the chasing riders rather than just concentrating on my own job, took me out of my groove and let Jim and JB come back to me, I eased on the pedals to allow them to close the final gap, which gave me enough for a final kick over the line.


I had a little bit of fun on the rollers between Healesville and Yarra Glen, but as we rolled into the climb towards the Christmas Hills it became obvious that our 4th rider, a mate of BJ's (Tim) was cooked. I stuck with him, setting a steady tempo where single file was the only option, a steady hand in the back when there was room for us to be two up. It was the same climb, the same help, on a similar ride, to the one where years ago John Claxton did the same for me. I tried to make my voice sound as earnest as possible when I said "Don't apologise mate, I've in been EXACTLY the same place before. We all have.".

Strava link.

D: 166.0km
A: 2,845m

PMPW: 93kg

Saturday, 19 May 2012


Bed suck: 1
Riding: 0

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 18 May 2012


For better or worse, some time after I write this, I'm going to be drunk. It just seems like the right thing to do, which seem like famous last words.

I hope they're not my last words, I'd prefer if those were "ok, just one more dumpling".

Strava link.

D: 15.1km
A: 149m

CE: 1

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 17 May 2012


6am NRR:
Today's easy option, taken in recognition of my delicate health, was to sit in, then to sit in some more, then to sit in some more, before finally downing two coffees on Chapel st. Oh, and to sprint because that's fun and because it's fun to drill it and make the pain face.

So on to that sprint. Hats must be tipped to the Total Rush guys who put a train on the front from 3km out. I choose to see this as awesome, if you're in the camp who sees that as a lame thing on a training ride, then well... actually I've got nothing here. I thought about going with "we disagree", but I think you'll agree that sounds a bit lame after the build up. Sadly they were not 2011 HTC, and got repeatedly attacked/chopped meaning the pace was wildly varied and my position ranged anywhere from shit to awesome. Eventually (early) I just fucking went, taking whoever was smart enough to sit on the guy who always goes early, and dragged out the pace like it should be.

I experienced a scootch of hotfoot in the right foot. The side that has an arch that allegedly needs more support. I think more support means it has an arch that drops more, but forget in the uncertainty of if I should endure this as a hurdle that will be overcome by my body's adaptation, or a sign that the inset is NQR.

Strava link.

D: 45.0km
A: 181m


Strava link.

D: 15.0km
A: 184m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 16 May 2012


6am NRR:
I am making some concessions this week due to being sick. I joked about it being the man flu, thankfully it looks like I wont die, so it might have been an exaggeration. So the concessions? Regular NRR instead of long, and
no time limited time at the front of the bunch.

I did my best to sit in, really, honestly I did. I tried so very hard to be content on wheels, rolling the kms, enjoying the beautiful still morning.... then I got bored coming back through Blackrock and decided to see if I could punish the bunch up the climb towards Sandringham. I can't guarantee I was hurting everyone, but not a single dude rolled off my wheel to come around the 45ish k pace I was setting. In the immortal words of an internet meme. Feels good man.

The same happened in the sprint, I had Guirguis on my wheel, so I knew I had to shell as many others as I could, essentially delivering him solo to the line. The lights at Glen Huntly almost brought us to a complete stop just as I was winding the pace up through the mid 50's. When I went again some of the love had gone from my legs, but I still managed to deliver Mark with only one other to beat with 200m to go.

The new bike position is a lot more hamstring intensive, and maybe I'm down a smidge on cadence. There's a feeling that I'm lacking in acceleration, which may be the change in muscle recruitment, or the cadence, or just my desire for an easy one this morning.

Strava link.

D: 46.6km
A: 178m

I've found two (unexpected)... well "issues" might be a bit strong a word... how about we go with "variances", since my fit on Monday. Both are cleat position related, firstly I'm going to have to relearn the instinctual clip in. I have to aim a different point of my foot at the pedal, and it's screwing with me. The second is the tip of my shoe now just touches the tyre when it's at 3'oclock... the cranks, not some massive Flavor Flav clock that I've installed. I haven't had to play with toe overlap since I got rid of my 81° head angle track bike.

Strava link.

D: 15.1km
A: 191m

PMPW: 93kg

Tuesday, 15 May 2012


The commuter got new treads this morning, gone are the 23c steel beaded, vittoria rubinos. They've been great cheap, hard wearing tyres for getting around town on. Now, in their place, are 28c vitorria rubino pros. It seems they don't make steel 28's and instead of disappointing me the shop just got the folding option. $60 commuting tyres might just be the end to my cavalier attitude to glass.

Strava link.

D: 17.1km
A: 245m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 14 May 2012


Up earlyish to sit in traffic near the airport, then off to Sydney for a bike fit session with Steve Hogg and my road bike.

The quick summary of what we did is as follows. Some questions, followed by some measurements, then some tests, then some other tests, then some fit work, then an effort on the bike.

Steve gets a bit of stick for what he does/believes in the "other tests" bit. I have doubts about those tests as well, any consideration they may do something, leaves me with a lingering feeling that I should now believe in the healing power of crystals and the performance benefits of power balance bands. I went because people who's opinions I trust recommended his service and the results they achieved, at least one may not be trying to assuage the post purchase dissonance associated with shelling out a fair chunk of cash for the privilege of having magnets waved around.

So lets ignore the methods for a moment, Steve states his methodology is simply to achieve the best results possible. So lets start with what I can quantify changed.

My shoes now contain more than socks of appropriate length and toes. Gone are the standard insoles of my shoes, replaced by some e-soles with arch support bits and tiny bits of plastic taped under the heel area.

My cleats are now slammed back on the bolts, putting about an extra centimetre of foot over the spindle of my pedal. There was also some fine adjustment to the angles of each to keep my foot in a nice path.

My handlebars are no longer 42cm c-c, they're um... 44 or 46 (they're flared) and a much shorter drop. The bottom of the new bars is about the same height as the old ones, achieved by dropping the whole lot by a 15mm, so my beloved palms on hoods TT position will now be lower.

I've been arsing around with my saddle, its height and its position for a while now, so it's hard to document what changed here, especially given I'd just swapped the perch out the day before (purchased what I've been testing).

So I've got some major changes around the foot, a bit of change to my bars, and possibly no change to my seat. I'm ok with that concept, the proof of the effectiveness of these changes will come over the next few weeks and months. The way we got to those changes... well that's a whole different story.

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 13 May 2012


I think I have a man flu coming on, that's the reason I lazed around all day, taking naps and eating crap food, absolutely nothing to do with the rain falling outside and my (lack of) desire to ride in it. Honest!

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 12 May 2012


Prahran - Mt Dandenong - Prahran:
The forecast wasn't promising, so I rocked up to a ride I knew would have others, so that the peer pressure would keep me from wimping out. The group had the added benefit of new people to judge myself against, but more on that later.

The ride took in the 1:20, Perins Creek Rd, Inverness Rd and Sassafras Creek Rd. Somewhere between Perins and Inverness I lost the group so only the first two climbs had others to compare against, and I didn't even get to the final climb up Sass creek Rd.

Back to what I did do, I got a lesson on how to ride the 1:20. I was under no illusion about my place in the group, I knew that most of these guys should climb faster than me, what I had wrong was how much faster they could do so. Up the 1:20 Ii sat on wheels, watching my HR slowly tick up, the number quantifying the fire in my legs and lungs. Around midway up I dropped the wheel of the lead three blokes, and eased the pace a little. Craig found me a bit later and I jumped on his wheel as we powered through the flat section, but eventually the pace got too much and I tried to finish of the last couple of kms in my own private box.


Well that's it, on the Perrins Creek climb I was piss farting around trying to work out / fix my HR reading on the GPS. It had decided to stop, and I wanted it to work so I could record my efforts to hold wheels. As we now know, the holding other's wheels bit didn't happen because I lost the group.

Inverness Rd was an effort simply due to it's nature, but I'm left now with a feeling of a missed opportunity, and that I still have a bit of a ways to go to be at a climbing level that will get me over hills in touch with bunches and thus in contention for a race.

Strava link.

D: 103.3km
A: 1,884m

PMPW: 93kg

Friday, 11 May 2012


I am proud to announce the triumphant return of "CE" to this blog. It's been a while since it's been featured, and with the help of Nandos it has come back to great delight.

Strava link.

D: 21.6km
A: 240m

CE: 1

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 10 May 2012


It took a little while for my legs and brain to be ready for suffering, but that's to be expected, my riding partners (Lee, Alison and Leigh) favour an early finish, which dictates an early start, so I crystal cranked it until the time I'd normally be riding.

Once 6am rolled around, some shenanigans did occur. Lee and I had a few moments of half wheeling and several of outright attacks, the ledger I feel ended up even, which probably means I lost.

Strava link.

D: 58.1km
A: 829m


Strava link.

D: 7.6km
A: 8m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 9 May 2012


NRR (long):
I had a complete brain fart this morning, I panicked thinking that I was running late, so hurriedly left the house and set about making up time. The unfortunate victim of this effort was the breakfast muffin(s) in my hand that after a short while, due what was going into my into the pedals, became inedible.

Well it turns out I wasn't running late, and as this was my first time doing the Two Bays version of NRR in a while, that extra few dozen calories would have been handy.

I rolled an easy pace on the front of the bunch down the highway, I'd wanted to sit in the whole ride, but whatever we had a wicked tailwind and the pedals were going over easy. As the regular bunch peeled off, Lochlan and.... um.... fuck, I always just call him Princess because it pisses him off... anyway Lochlan and Princess took up the task of pace setting and I got my sit. A little further down the road the whole bunch started to roll through a nice tempo, 20 riders coming through meant long rests... and was almost enough to make me fondly recall big hard handicap races.

Anyway, this is NRR long, the guts of the ride happens south of Frankston. Today, well... today was not my day. The numbers show that each hill put me further and further into the box, by the time we were back on the highway heading to the Canadian Bay turn I was chewing stem, and reached breaking point 20m before the lights. Choosing to take a few moments to calm the spasms from my diaphragm before the shit fight that is Canadian Bay. I wasn't the first guy to drop the wheel, so I had a little group to play with as the road once again jutted violently upwards, by the top, the group was much like my legs, shattered. That left a roll down the back and a steady  ITT up to Two Bays rd to finish off what was left of my dignity.

The way home did a bit to restore my state of mind to a positive state, the bunch began rolling through around Seaford, and despite ever dwindling numbers of those willing to come through, I kept at it and got a solid hour of over/under threshold work.

Time at work: 8:54am

Strava link.

D: 101.4km
A:  490m

I may have tried to take the top spot on a Strava segment on my way home. I wont definitively say I was... because I only achieved 2nd, but yeah I totally tried.

Strava link.

D: 7.6km
A: 23m

PMPW: 93kg

Tuesday, 8 May 2012


6am NRR and Commute:
There was a touch of a Northerly this morning, but that alone was not enough to explain why we touched sixty four kilometres per hour (twice!) on the way down. Obviously some boys were feeling the goods, I was not one of them, so took the ride as a way to clock up some kms and just sat in, waiting for my turn to order coffee.

After the flat white was well and truly scoffed, I had a lazy roll in to work on the roadie. It was around 7:45am as I rolled past NGV, admiring the play of light and shadow from the early morning sun against the gallery's stark wall.

I knew Mick would be set up with his van to dispense delicious espresso, so I peered ahead to see if he was busy or if I should wave my usual hello.

Just as I spotted the amicable fellow (Mick), another bicycle commuter rolls past and mutters "What? Are you fucking 12?".

I waved to Mick then rolled up to the dude at the next set of lights to enquire about my transgression. He told me what it was and said something like "making us all look bad" before the light went green and we rolled on again.

So what was it I'd done? What faus pas had I committed? Was my hat on slightly squint? Were my socks at uneven heights? Had a zip tie somehow appeared on my helmet? Was *gasp* my bike equipped with streamers and spokey dokes?!

I was riding without my hands on the bars. God I'm a jerk.

Strava link.

D: 61.7km
A: 366m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 7 May 2012


Hooray for days off, well not off work, but off spending time in the box.

It wasn't even a great day weather wise, but that's ok... but rambling on like this probably isn't great, despite that it is one the bike.

I'm in a fairly good mental space at the moment, the weekend left me feeling positive about the state of my legs, I've got some time with Steve Hogg next week to see if I can get more out of them and well... tomorrow is going to be a good day for a ride.

Strava link.

D: 15.9km
A: 118m

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 6 May 2012


Prahran - Mt Eliza - Prahran:
Talking to Mal yesterday he said that he and the boys were set to do a coffee shop ride today. Start with a coffee in Balaclava, ride to Mornington for a coffee (yeah, I was sceptical about the quality we might find) then home... for possibly another coffee.

We went to Mt Eliza instead and I bailed on the post ride coffee to go check out an auction, but otherwise it was as advertised.


I took the sit on the way down, chatting as we rolled two up, on the way back, fuelled by mediocre coffee (Lavazza isn't high on my list), and with the realisation that I had places to be, I went to the front and pulled long turns and they felt good. Solid E3 efforts, ensuring each pedal stroke was clean and cadence didn't get bogged down I went through a few partners before Will attacked "to test the legs" through Brighton and I found the gap too much to cover.

Strava link.

D: 98.1km
A: 460m

PMPW: 93kg

Saturday, 5 May 2012


Prahran - zig zag - Prahran:
It took a bit of mental cajoling to roll out of bed, my legs were still complaining (seriously legs) and it seemed so easy to just sms Jim that I was out. What got me over the line was the memory that I had been here before, riding with DOMS was uncomfortable, but not as slow as it feels like it might be.

Being the first week of a new month it was time to set a time on Mt Pleasant. I may have forgotten to tell Jim before, but he soon worked it out and did his best to set a better time than I. Mostly we too'd and fro'd, Jim punching hard on the hills, me pushing through hard on the flats. Eventually, on the very last hill, he cracked and I had a tiny mental boost, enough to look down and see my GPS was off.

In my mind, as I look back on this moment, I see myself suffering to finish the effort anyway, and I see myself swearing to the tune of the life be in it song.

Sometime after, possibly while my HR was still north of 180bpm (it seemed to take forever to come down), I realised I'd pressed stop instead of lap on the unit, a bit of time after that I realised I could just review when the data stopped and re-started to judge a time.

Time:17 minute 34 seconds.

A couple of seconds slower than last time, not great, but the timing "system" had some inherent issues.


The rest of the ride was a bit less intense, but given the route, not by much.

It may not physically make up for a week of inaction, but it certainly helped to roll 115ish km in the sun. Rolling up Chapel St the drizzle started,  I'd say that's a ride timed pretty much to perfection.

Strava link.

D: 109.5km
A: 1,923m

PMPW: 95kg

Friday, 4 May 2012


Ok these DOMS are a severe over reaction by my body. At lunch I had feelings of envy as I watched a guy bound up a set of 4 stairs. Actual, honest to Shozaburo envy.
I bet somewhere in Geelong there's a dark room with a panel of lights, the one under a hastily scrawled "Neil" is flashing. It's Jeff's suffering board and Jeff is looking on with a smile on his face.

Strava link.

D: 13.5km
A: 156m

PMPW: 94kg

Thursday, 3 May 2012


I swung a KB last night for the first time in ages. Nothing too serious, a few dozen reps to show a mate what they are... and today my legs are sore.

It's almost comical, at how this effects my self view. I haven't trained on two of my standard training days due to weather, and now a few lifts have left me wondering where the closest disabled dunny is.

Strava link.

D: 17.0km
A: 226m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 2 May 2012


To suggest that staying in bed this morning was anything other than a conscious decision would be to miss represent reality.  I woke at 5am, I listened to the rain, I checked the radar, and I reset my alarm to 7am.

I don't have the mental fortitude to go get soaked. I'm not even putting the word "yet" at the end of that yet.

I'm a little more disappointed in myself than I was yesterday.

Strava link.

D: 14.7km
A: 195m

PMPW: 93kg

Tuesday, 1 May 2012


6am NRR:
I didn't have it today, I suspect it was all mental, which is shit.

I got a few turns in, nothing earth shattering, obviously given the tone I've taken here. The most satisfying part of the morning was a nice long effort on the front through Brighton beach, but it sadly got a little overshadowed by my lack of legs in the sprint.

It's a little disappointing, but I'm going to try and take it as a "some days you just don't have it" and "it's the average of all rides that matters".

Strava link.

D: 45.4km
A: 171m


Strava link.

D: 16.5km
A: 173m

PMPW: 95kg