Tuesday, 31 July 2012

31/07/2012

Commute:
Took it easy today, I might have gone a smidge too hard last week, an extra day of easy tapping of the legs seemed in order, so it happened (It's good to be the boss).



D: 16.1km
A: 88m

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 30 July 2012

30/07/2012

Commute:
Ugh, my legs are toast! To make matters interesting there CX racing on Sunday, I'm comitted to NRR long on Wednesday and somewhere I need to slip in an ITT of Mount Pleasant Rd, because once again it's the first week of the month.

The question is where do I slot in that ITT, before work on Thursday? An "easy" ride on Saturday?

D: 16.2km
A: 126m

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 29 July 2012

29/07/2012

Prahran - Two Bays - Prahran:
The forecast looked pretty arse, with it likely I'd encounter my second soaking on the bike in as many days, but I had an ace up my sleeve. Company!

Dave Kelly was set to do 150+ in the hills, and I'd committed  myself to go with him. This was the reason I wanted to leave myself some legs yesterday. Riding with one of the strongest Melbourne club riders, in the hills, for long distances... well it's intimidating good for me.

It didn't quite all go as planned, for a start Dave didn't turn up, I had bugger all legs, the route wasn't in the hills... BUT, there were people to ride with, and I got some kms done despite the shitty weather, so now that I'm warm and dry I'm fairly positive about it all.

A VIS strength (reminded me of Jeff more than I was comfortable with) and conditioning coach, a rower and a rower turned roadie were my company. We headed south to try and take advantage of a gap in the weather and when we reached Frankston decided to do the NRR Long, Two Bays loop. From the outset it was obvious my prime competition was the rower, a bloody strong unit that set hard tempo from the bottom of each rise. I took out some early honours, but when it came time to the crunch (Two Bays) he cracked me before midway and I limped to the top feeling pretty broken.

I'm shelled.

Strava link.

D: 114.0km

A: 622m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 28 July 2012

28/07/2012

Hell Ride:
There were a few priorities today, to get some kms in, to leave something in the legs for tomorrow and finally to get home early so I could go to Ikea. Yeah, I wondered if I should go full disclosure on that last one. Anyway to me the obvious choice to achieve these things was to roll the Hell Ride.

I took a dirty great big sit on the way down, having a chat to a few dudes and generally enjoying the tow offered by a big bunch.

Up Olivers I skipped through the slowing riders and found myself just off the tail of a strong group of riders with a further few more up the road from them. I put in a strong turn to pull myself and an Evolutions Cycles guy up and past the main group and into the gap to the leaders. Between us we bridged back up to the guys off the front, I was shocked to find I'd just dragged back two of the Walker brothers (Johnny and Will).

Feeling strong, confident, and a little desirous of a return to the warmth of home I worked turns from Frankston back through to Mordi, I thought the rest I got between there and Blackrock would be enough to freshen my legs for the sprint, but I was proven wrong when it came time to go.

Strava link.

D: 100.1km
A: 293m

PMPW: 93kg

Friday, 27 July 2012

27/07/2012

Commute:
I've only had one regular commute this week, the extra few kms are nice but it's the time time to think and change of scenery that I'm digging the most.

I've continue to think about the tempo I can set on a hill, but that I'm having difficulty recreating it on the flat. A few theories have emerged, firstly that I haven't done a lot of speed/flat work. Secondly is to do with the differences between wind resistance and gravity, and how that effects the resistance on a pedal stroke and thus the way you can put power down through a longer arc of each crank revolution.

It lead me to try and find some work I'd seen on track (athletics) sprinting, I haven't been able to put my hand on the one that I recall, but this one (link) is still an interesting look into sports science.

D: 20.8km
A: 206m

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 26 July 2012

26/07/2012

6am NRR:
Surprisingly to me, it turns out my legs don't feel so fresh on the 3rd day of the first 3 day training block I've done in a while. Did that make sense? I hope so, because I've written it now and it's too late to change.

The only time I went near the front was to get a better sit rather than hanging out with all the dudes strung out in the gutter by the cross wind.

I'm happy to have this one in the bank, the weather was nice and the two flat whites post ride with Skinny, Dreamy and Pip were bloody delicious.


D: 45.1km
A: 231m

Commute:
I slipped a couple of extra kms in on the roll to work, mostly because the weather was nice, partly because I had too much caffeine running through my veins.

While I rode I thought a bit more about how my body is working at the moment, or more specifically how it's performing after the bike fit with Hoggy. It struck me, I don't feel overly tight in the hips or ITBs at the moment, usually when I'm getting reasonable volume and hills in I start to tighten up. That's handy.

D: 24.5km
A: 173m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

25/07/2012

NRR Long:
I said it yesterday, but it bears repeating, I was nervous about doing NRR long today. It's been a couple of months since last time, and the last one left me stupid enough to climb into a cardboard box and take a photo. So yeah, hard rides make me nervous, this was no exception.

Things turned out to be uneventful on the way down, a leisurely 2 up pace was set down the highway to Mordi, I did my share early, but when others rolled up I was happy to take a sit. Post Mordi, when it was the small bunch who were committed to getting a solid ride in before work the pace picked up slightly. I worked turns with 3-6 others until Frankston, a nice tempo and a great opportunity to practice a rolling paceline. As we rounded into Frankston I went to the front and took all the pace out of the ride, I wanted a chance to freshen up my legs so that when those who'd been sitting on inevitably attacked, I would have something left.

So there I was, a few blokes back and each pedal stroke my legs felt better. It got to the point where I started reciting a little mantra. "Sit in! Sit in! Don't initiate the attack! Sit in! SIT IN!"

That got me through to the bottom of Canadian Bay Rd, through the bottom dip.

*WHAM!*

Adrian Jackson went hard up the outside of the bunch, creating a gap several bike lengths long before anyone could react. I did a quick glance down at my chainring, just to ensure I was in the little ring. I wasn't. Shit! I quickly shifted and got out of the saddle. The first hard crank on my pedals let me know that I'd dropped my chain. Shit! Hold the shifter over to get the chain back on, ok now the chain is in the big ring. Shit!

"Big ring it is!!"

I felt good as I chased, I even had enough time to tell Lochy to get on my wheel as I tried to bridge across the the lead two riders. Through the false flat middle section life sucked, I dont know what it is about this stretch of road, but it doesn't like me, and I don't like it. Pete came through me like a freight train and only my hard kick up the final pinch kept me within cooee of him going into the descent.

I did everything I could to make up ground to Pete, AJ and Joel on the descent while doing everything I could to recover before the Two Bays climb. Fairly conflicting goals, but I felt like I was riding a good balance between those and also through the fast corners. The guys slowed to take the left onto Two Bays Rd, checking for traffic, it gave me a chance to use their eyes to ensure my safety and thus hold speed and close the final gap. I was on! With AJ on the front my aim was to sit, find a rhythm and go deep into the dark place. I can now say I ticked all those things off, and to my surprise a few moments after I popped off the back, AJ popped off the front. I was feeling good about my climbing even before that, and the PBs Strava tells me I achieved on the two major climbs just go further to reinforce it.

The return leg to St Kilda started nicely, we swapped off turns until about Patterson Lakes, when the turns broke down and a couple of guys (Joel and some guy in Giant kit) took it upon themselves to drill it. I went from "I'm feeling good about my riding" to "Oh dear sweet lord, I'm not sure I can even hold a wheel at this pace" in a matter of a km.

Time at work 8:52

Strava link.

D: 101.3km
A: 599m

Commute:

D: 14.1km
A: 149m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

24/07/2012

6am NRR:
With the intent (and fear) to do NRR long tomorrow I wanted simply to get kms in the legs this morning and work on achieving the mental calm/purposeful pedalling I've recently found useful when climbing.

I never felt too stressed by anything that happened, though strava tells me it was the quickest I've ever done the NRR route, obviously this only dates back to the start of April, but interesting none the less.

The sprint was looking fantastic, Skinny had me at 57km/h on the front of a very stung out line of blokes as we passed Glen Huntly Rd, only to see the results of a crash on what we assume was the 5:45am NRR. The situation looked in hand, so I'm left with regret about what could have been. Oh man we were flying and I was right in the box seat with legs raring to go!

D: 45.7km
A: 187m

Commute:
I rolled a couple of extras to and from work, simply because the weather was nice enough to do so.

D: 31.0km
A: 345m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 23 July 2012

23/07/2012

Commute:
I cant remember if I typed it here, or just mused aloud to a few people, but many moons ago I recall stating I wanted to beat Lewis Rattray at CX. I recall at the time saying things like "I can beat him on a roadbike" and "I can hold him through singletrack".

I would like to take this moment, one reached not long after I finally looked up the results of the DDCX national round (here) and found that I'd dropped approximately 1 minute per lap to him, to apologise to Lewis for suggesting any such things, or at the least to acknowledge if true they have zero bearing on CX. Oof! I came in 34th, on what to me felt like a good day on the bike.

I'm sad to see that Ben and were allowed to race until the end, meaning they got 2 extra laps on me. God I wish I had a chance to race those last laps, Pepe Le Pew loves chasing end of race rabbits!

D: 17.5km
A: 325m

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 22 July 2012

22/07/2012

Lazy:
It's been pretty nice weather up here in Canberra and today I drove a road that would fucking rock on a road bike. Paddy's River Road. It's the one that goes south west past Stromlo and continues through a bunch of state forrests, rolling up and down ridges, sweeping in and out of valleys.

Even without getting out on the bike, some of the options around almost make me like Canberra. Almost.

Saturday, 21 July 2012

21/07/2012

Lazy:
There was a bit of walking around today, but not enough to count it as training and definitely not enough to whip out a GPS and record how far it was.

Friday, 20 July 2012

20/07/2012

Clifton Hill - Mt Pleasant - Stony Creek - Pigeon Bank - Alma - Clifton Hill:
I had a plane to catch at midday for a weekend out of town, no bike was accompanying me and really that meant a sneaky trip to the hills was my last chance to ride this week.

I never pushed hard on the pedals, there wasn't any motivation to do so, simply clocking off 80km with 1,300m vertical was enough for a reasonably warm (until the rain hit me coming home through Eltham) morning.

Strava link.

D: 79.4km
A: 1,319m

CE: 1

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 19 July 2012

19/07/2012

6am NRR:
Today felt good, it might be that I've recovered from the weekend, but more likely it was the lack of Dave Kelly.

In the end I'm not really sure how many turns I rolled. It was only a couple on the way down, and I came through for maybe half the trip back before sheltering myself for the lead into the sprint (3rd, but really only a win counts).

I felt like I could have done more, and that's a feeling I've lacked of late on bunch rides.

Strava link.

D: 45.2km
A: 184m

Commute:

D: 37.3km
A: 190m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

18/07/2012

Commute:
Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious by this son of the York barbell company.

It's that time of year when getting out the door and on the bike can like a task to challenge even Atlas. Today the world crushed me, and while it would be a simple thing to blame a single blow for my demise, a mear flick of the keyboard and I'd assuage any guilt I had at not achieving my planned training, the reality was closer to a death by a thousand cuts.

Through the ritual of getting ready for NRR Long (shit, shower, socks), there were whispers in the back of my consciousness. Each task achieved was a small victory, bringing me closer to riding, but ahead were innumerable other tasks, waiting to trip up the momentum of intent. I walked a  precipice from which where a false move spelt a fall from grace.

As likely surmised already, I didn't make NRR Long, or even NRR itself, I succumbed to the sound of rain and (fully kitted in riding gear) I lay back on my bed defeated.

D: 15.3km A: 124m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

17/07/2012

6am NRR:
I wanted to ride my little ring for the southward leg of the trip, a task achieved a few times in the past and one that seemed feasible again today. 46km/h had my hips a little wobbly, but it was workable. The extra 6km/h that Dave Kelly put on the bunch's speed after Southland, were not workable in the little ring and extra teeth up front were called into action.


A split in the bunch for lights at Lower Dandy Rd lead to me seeing the front earlier than hoped, thankfully Dave Sewell and a Charter Mason rider took up most of the challenge to get us back before the turn. That "early" work hurt, but was manageable, I felt ok, but not good. In other words, I think I was still a bit leggy from the weekend's drinking racing. My attempts from then on to get to the front were half hearted. I spent a lot of time behind indecisive dudes who looked like they might roll the next turn, but ended up never doing so. Still I managed to come through a couple of times towards Brighton... enough to take any remaining sprint from my legs.

Over coffee it was remarked that crits start in 10 weeks. Right now I'm wondering what state I'll front up to the Warny in, contemplating racing crits is beyond my brain and abilities right now.

Strava link.

D: 45.2km
A: 194m

Commute:



D: 25.3km
A: 193m

PMPW: 91kg

Monday, 16 July 2012

16/07/2012

Commute:
I think it was Rohin I said it to yesterday, it's odd that the thing that I use to excuse not riding MTB is almost the very reason I ride CX. Mud!

I'm not saying I'm overly eager to wear out drive trains, brake pads and rims, nor do I enjoy cleaning the grassy filth from  all the nooks and/or crannies of my bike. No, that's all the same distasteful stuff that's kept me off fat tyres. What is fun, is rocking around with 60 other blokes, heart rate pinging off red line for 3/4 to a full hour, over a range of conditions... grabbing a beer and then riding home again. Hrm, maybe it's the social aspect I'd digging and not he mud after all.

Anyway, enough of the past. All this thinking about the weekend's racing is starting to fill me with annoyance that my Pepe Le Pew tactic of building tempo through the race saw me get pulled (twice), and wonder if the drill it off the line tactic might get me deeper into the race. So yes, enough of that, and more about now and the future.

Today I'm feeling well used, but given I'm away from the bi cycles this weekend I'm running low on self pity, tomorrow it's back to NRR.

D: 24.6km
A:  247m

PMPW: 92kg

Sunday, 15 July 2012

15/07/2012

Commute:
The stiff northerly was not particularly nice for the roll across town. The legs felt hollow and thoughts that beers with Skinny last night might not have been ideal preparation floated through my mind more than once.

D: 34.6km
A: 317m

DDCX:
Alright, that's left me in a far better mood than yesterday. I didn't drill it off the line and found myself near a few of the riders from yesterday. With each lap I grew more sure of where I was able to take time on riders and where I could ease back on the legs and not lose time.

By midway through the race I was catching and releasing riders, Malachai, Duggan, Skinny, and ahead I started to sight Benny and H. It took a lap or two to be sure, but by around lap 6 I was convinced I was gaining on them and that made me happy, seriously so. Ben and H had faired far better than me yesterday and the thought I was playing in that part of the field only fuelled my confidence.

I'm a little bit shattered that as I rounded the start/finish to polish of my 6th lap, and head out on the 7th, the one I knew I'd catch Ben on, I got pulled while he and H got through for another. Next time boys, you're mine.


I have pillaged this from Ross.

A quick thanks to the faceless voices around pretty much ever part of the course, who yelled my name and cajoled my efforts. Fuck Thank you, you kept me honest, often when all I wanted to do was lie, cheat and not pedal my mud filled bike any more.

A bigger thanks goes to Rosco. I made liberal use of the tent and tools he carted in, set up and hauled out without lifting a single finger to help. Despite your best efforts, you're a top bloke, I'll keep that between us though... your secret is safe with me. Oh yeah one other thing, I'm stealing one of your photos for my blog post. I love those after the bunting is down photos!

D: 14.5km
A: 139m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 14 July 2012

14/07/2012

Northside Ride:
I hooked up with Mal, Tim, and Paul for a roll to Mordi and back. The pace was never hot as both Mal and I raced this afternoon, thankfully the coffee was.



Strava link.

D: 52.1km
A: 216m

Commute:

D: 46.4km
A: 227m

CX Melburn:
It was hard to know what to expect before what is really my first CX race. The ones I did in Canadia on the MTB were... well on the MTB, and the DDCX prologue were way too short to be an indicator.

So lining up, seeded in around the 30's I was nervous, the unknown does that to me. By the end of my first lap I'd learnt a lot, most importantly that mud and grass caked tyres don't hook up on tarmac as well as road tyres. It wouldn't be the first time I spent some time on the deck either, later in the race as I was starting to find a rhythm I decided to play chicken with another rider. Two abreast into a corner with only a single line. Neither of us braked and the result was bikeless forays into the midst of a gravel pit.

So apart from the broken seat, bent hanger, a few small tears to my skinsuit, and a mid 40th "finish". Quote marks because I was pulled from course when the leaders approached to lap us. A shame really as I felt I had some left in the tank, and I hoped my crashes were behind me.


Photo totally thieved from Mal.

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 13 July 2012

13/07/2012

Commute:
I added some more single track on the skinny knobs today, when taken as an addition to Tuesday's efforts I must surely now be odds on favourite for both days.

D: 15.6km
A: 103m

CE: 1

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 12 July 2012

12/07/2012

6am NRR:
With less mucous coating my lungs this morning, it feels like the end is in sight for this ailment, to ensure that's the case I once again sat in the bunch, rolling the kms with as little effort as possible.

Coming around Beaumaris I felt a little too far back. I'd let in a few riders, then they'd let in a few riders and then more riders had ridden straight up the outside. I wiggled myself a clear path to the outside as we approached the bottom of Rickets Point, then stood up to get some leverage on the pedals. My bike shot forward at what felt like light speed or perhaps ridiculous speed, probably not ludicrous speed though... DEFINITELY not plaid speed. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, my bike was shooting forward like an awesome 80s cult movie reference, the bunch disappearing in my non existent rear view mirror, I felt like a god on two wheels... right up until the point where I stopped feeling like that, which seemed to coincide with not quite the top.

Disabused for my godhood I resigned myself to doing penance back in the bunch, biding my time to a cafe with a heater and strong coffee.

Strava link.

D: 45.1km
A: 162m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

11/07/2012

NRR:
The radar looked okish, but I threw my rain shell in my back pocket, as a kind of ward against any possibility of precipitation. You know what it's like, the time you remember to take something is the time you don't need it. Well I was sure that would be the case, and in my mind I imagined a few dozen pats on my back by people thankful I'd spared them any rain.

Well it was wet. Damn wet! Real wet! Wettest things was my shorts. I could cook things in them.

I wanted to go long around two bays, but the constant spray of road grime in my face as we rolled down the highway was quickly eroding my resolve. By the time we hit Mordi I'd decided to loop back to a (2nd) hot shower and dry clothes, not even the fact that Mordi was dry (a rarity) could convince me to extend the water boarding.

In a nod to still being sick I sat in, a better man would draw graphs about the fear of fitness drop off to explain why I'm still riding instead of sleeping past 5:10am each morning... but I'm not that man. That man is in an Eddie Vedder song, which frankly not even once mentions him spending time riding in the rain. He may be better, but he's soft!

Strava link.

D: 43.9km
A: 46m*

PMPW: 92kg

* I just write what it tells me, but that's obviously incorrect.

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

10/07/2012

6am NRR:
There wasn't a very big bunch this morning, 20 odd riders hanging out the front of a service station like a group of degenerates, which would be a valid assessment really. Who hangs out at BP at 5:58am? That's just weird!

I hung out behind the people doing the work on the front, it was delightful and all bar one occasion I managed to realise that the wheel I was on was going to the front and thus avoid any work what so ever. It was delightful, but I think I mentioned that before, yes, yes I have mentioned it already. Sorry about repeating myself, it just comes off as waffling on, a habit you'll likely agree is a touch tiring.

Strava link.

D: 45.1km
A: 171m

Commute:
Shit, it turns out that CX race series I entered starts this weekend... both days!

Hopefully the couple of kms of single track I snuck in on my way to/from work is enough to put me on the podium.

D: 15.7km
A: 125m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 9 July 2012

9/07/2012

Commute:
I'm not going to talk about how it might have been a bad idea to ride 300km this weekend in light of many signs pointing to an oncoming chest cold. Talking about it would be and an admission I made a mistake and would give an opportunity for others to feel justified in doing "told you so" style dances. None of this would be in my best interest so I wont mention that at all, nor will I mention that today's coughing is proof of all that prior stuff, nope, not even a couple of brief words will be typed about it.

Gotta love rest days.

D: 16.5km
A: 201m

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 8 July 2012

8/07/2012

Prahan - Sorrento - Prahran:
I don't think there's a grandiose adjective to describe today's ride, for in fact there was nothing terribly grandiose about it. In short it was two blokes riding their bikes from very early on a Sunday morning to just after 2pm to achieve 200km.

Standing on the corner of Chapel and High St at 6am, waiting for Dave Kelly to roll up, I shared a bemused expression with many passers by. We both wondered why the other party was dressed the way they were at the hour of the day. Surely the other should be in bed. I was clothed in several layers of lycra and wool and had rolled out of bed not long before, they were... well sometimes barely dressed at all and I'd imagine they rose sometime long ago on Saturday morning.

The most exciting part of the trip to Sorrento and back was the detour forced between Mount Martha and Martha Cove. It's likely a land slide had covered the road, travelers (obvs including us) were forced up the steep banks of um... is the hill actually called Mt Martha? Well whatever the name of the beast, it contained double digit gradients and dirt roads, a bit of fun to break the monotony in both directions of the trip.

Oh yes, the snot block at Just Fine Food in Sorrento rates a mention. Quantities of cocaine icing sugar that the passers buy from this morning might be familiar with, a crisp pastry and a filling that wiggled when wobbled, squished when squashed and tasted damn fine. The high of the whole lot lasted us through to a tad before Mornington where a 2nd coffee was required to complete the journey.

Sadly the straight out and back would have left us around 10km shy of the 200 mark, so with tired legs we rolled on into the headwind to Port Melbourne, before finally heading back along the river and piles of food only my mum's Christmas lunch could rival.

Strava link.

D: 202.3km
A: 1,110m

CE: 1

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 7 July 2012

7/07/2012

Prahran - Mt Pleasant - Pidgeon Bank - Alma - Flat Rock - Prahran:
And just like that, it's the first week of the month again, and time to ITT Mt Pleasant rd. I had to be home early, but despite the early start Craig was keen, so was Erin Baxter who brought along Mat Gray (of 2011 Mont fame).

To state it was cold would be an understatement, my GPS ticked ever lower as we plunged into the depths of the hills before finally giving us readings of -4.6°c. Probably not ideal for a developing cold, but ITT week is ITT week!

I put my all into the pedals, finishing with my heart rate topping 191 beats, yet for all my effort I was over a minute slower than my previous worst. Was it the air density? My cold? Have I lost form? I really dont know, thankfully for my mid ride confidence, I didn't know the time until I got home.

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The rest of the hills, Stony Creek Rd, Pidgeon Bank Lane, Alma Rd,  Flat Rock Road and the various small rises in between, I varied between playing with Craig and Mat and riding back with Erin. When I played I found it harder to dispatch Craig than last week and Mat to be bloody strong (we shared a few wins).

Benchmark time: 18:49

Strava link.

D: 104.9km
A: 1,770m

CE: 1

PMPW: 91kg

Friday, 6 July 2012

6/07/2012

Commute:
I woke up with a few slimeballs lining my nose and throat, and given the kms planned and the lack of sleep expected, I thought it might be best to skip the Blackburn Friday night track session in favour of an early one.

Not an easy choice to make, but hopefully the right one.

D: 14.7km
A: 123m

CE: 1

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 5 July 2012

5/07/2012

6am NRR:
I woke a minute or two before my alarm which meant I got out of home a couple of minutes early, leaving me plenty of time (as opposed to the usual 2 minutes late scenario) to roll a nice easy pace down to the start of the ride. I think this lack of early effort was the root cause of my legs feeling like utter arse when the bunch started to ramp up the pace.

As the ride went on things started to feel more normal, my cadence came up and I stopped fearing I'd get nothing out of the ride.

I lead the sprint from Glenhuntly, dropping off a few intrepid travellers at 54km/h with 100-150m to go to finish and the mad dash to the line. Not my best efforts ever, but due to lights it was a slow speed start.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 182m

Commute:

D: 13.9km
A: 288m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

4/07/2012

Commute:

According to my season plan i should be rocking out 575km a week and 6,200m vertical a week. Last week I got in 361.9km and 4,842 meters vertical. It's possible I might have over reached in laying out the plan, but I'll see if I can step it up a bit and get closer than I have been.


D: 15.3km
A: 277m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

3/07/2012

Commute:



D: 24.7km
A: 438m

Brunswick Tuesday Track:
Ungh, it was not my night. I didnt finish a single race (Scratch, Progressive points, Points) on the lead lap or with the main "bunch".

Nick's wheel tells me I put out some decent power peaks (Max of 1,526W in the Scratch), and my HRM tells me I was bouncing around/over threshold in each race, so either it was just a super fast night (likely), I'm not currently good enough (probable), I had a bad day (likely), or some combination of the three.

Strava link.

D: 30.2km
A: 43m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 2 July 2012

2/07/2012

Commute:
It's widely accepted that a bad day on the bike beats a good day in the office, and while I think this is an unfair generalisation to those who hold the vocation of ice cream quality control testing officer, I'm going to hold it to be true and instead concentrate on an extension of this notion.

So there I was this morning, rolling along the bike lane on St Kilda road, my shoes slowly filling with water deflected by my down tube, beside me were near stationary cars with single occupants, mobile trams packed tighter than a saddle bag, and I wondered. I wondered where the point that the personal space and consistency of travel time offered by my choice of transport was outweighed by the wetness of my socks, and thus catching PT was the better option. In short, does a bad commute by bike beat always a good commute by PT? Yeah pretty much.

D: 16.2km
A: 213m

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 1 July 2012

1/07/2012

TdB:
So much MEH on a loop of the Tour de Burbs circuit. There was just no motivation to push my legs... well until I found a rabbit going up Burgundy St.

I'm not complaining, I got the best weather of the day, clicked over 200km for the weekend and backed up a monster ride yesterday with a solid (though short) loop.

Strava link.

D: 55.0km
A: 674m

ABOC Sprint @ DISC:
1 x 1/4 lap Power jump @ 82"
1 x Flying 100m @ 82"
3 x 1/2 lap Power jumps @ 98" (30km/h)
1 x 1/2 lap Power jump @ 98" (30km/h, seated) 
1 x 200m MACC @ 98"
1 x 200m MACC @ 98" (Rider last 100m)
1 x 200m MACC @ 102"
1 x 200m MACC @ 102" (Rider last 100m)

With Nic in Vanuatu with Dino I had the honour of having his powertap track wheel to use, in fact I get to run it for Tuesday, Friday and next Sunday as well. It's been ages since I got power numbers, so I was curious as to what I'd hit, especially given my lack of weight training and long ride logged yesterday.

Initially the max numbers weren't too impressive, 1,500 odd Watts, then almost every effort increased on it, with the peak peak coming on the fist 102" MACC effort. 1,746 Watts! A PB achieved on the 9th effort of the night and after 220 odd kms of riding. I'm stoked.

Strava link.

PMPW: 92kg