Thursday, 31 January 2013


As I rolled away from home I realised I forgot to reinstall the fender on my commuter. The 25m back to where it was seemed like too much effort at the time.

At 5pm (precisely), when massive fat drops of rain started smashing sideways into the window next to my desk, I knew I'd made a horrible mistake.

Well, maybe not horrible, riding in the rain is kinda fun. Once you're wet, you're wet. As long as you're not cold you can go about the business of being amused at how miserable everyone else looks.

D: 16.5km
A: 121m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 30 January 2013


Today was a battle, a battle between what I wanted and what was right. I wanted to just sit in and maybe sprint, what was right was to not leave my mates doing all the work.

I'm going to try and hold my form (possibly even squeeze a bit more1 minute power) until vic masters track champs, but given the way my body has rebelled twice in the last week, I'm going to ensure I'm resting enough, and if I'm not, I'm going to reduce my training stress.

So, back to this morning. The bunch got split on the way down, leaving only a dozen or so people making the turn back North at Mordi. There weren't many willing to work, and neigh on all of those were Rush riders. So yeah, I rolled through with my mates, pulling nice turns until we got back to St Kilda and a hot coffee, because sitting in would have been the wrong thing to do.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 216m

While running some errands I decided to reclaim a Strava KOM on a little road near the Tan, Airlie St. The 4 second PB and little crown makes me happy, but it was the new power PBs that really made me grin. Brand new numbers between 9 and 29 seconds of effort, with some massive strides in the 20-25 second range.

Strava link.

D: 27.4km
A: 277m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 29 January 2013


I woke 5:10am, did a poo, and then went back to bed, meaning I had a bit of extra energy to think today. I've realised there is one more item that I wanted to tick off before packing it in for the season. Defending my Vic MMAS 1km ITT title. I have been curious to see what sort of time I could achieve with what amounts to vastly different training to last year. Plus I think it would get up Nic Marc's nose and that amuses me.

D: 16.1km
A: 128m

Tonight I became one with my puddle of sweat... then they asked us to do some twisted up balance on one leg thing and it went a little pear shaped. It turns out I can track stand with no hands, but can't stand on one leg.

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 28 January 2013


I'm still sulking.

PMPW: 92kg

Sunday, 27 January 2013


SKCC Crit:
I haven't thrown a hissy fit, but I want to.

I turned up early to ensure E grade had a marshal, then rode around with women's b-grade. After that I hopped in with d-grade and felt ok. Then I did a poo. Then I DNF'd a-grade.

I was dropping wheels horribly out of turn 2 and 4, and eventually my will to race went "meh". I rolled to a stop, found a brake rubbing and hoped that was it. The power data doesn't look like that was all it was.

I'm not sure what to do now. Give myself more rest each week (ease back on my current easing into it strategy), or to take a full break and start a fresh in a few weeks/months.

Strava link.

D: 93.8km
A: 136m

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 26 January 2013


Hell Ride:
I was a bit of a zombie from the time I got up until about 15 minutes after the bunch rolled out of Black Rock. I should note that I don't take credit for the change, that needs to go to the coffee I hurriedly shoved into my slack mouth within sight of the clock tower.

I kept myself forward in the bunch, there was a bit of a cross headwind and the thought of having to chase the bunch down if I got split at lights was horrible, more horrible than throwing in the occasional turn.

When we got to Frankston there was palpable nerves, riders looking at Jez Hunt and Baden Cooke wondering how much the next few hills would hurt. For a few moments, the ones where I was concentrating on getting cleanly into Hopes Rise, I forgot about the pros who'd been lurking near by. When finally I got clear of those that shouldnt have been at the front, I was surprised to see it was basically the two big boys, then me. Like last week I worked on a steady tempo across the top and was able to make contact (because Cookie sat up) before we started down the other side. I hit the last hill a bit early, driving the pace for as long as I could, then doing my best to get the legs working after the ensuing implosion.

The rest of the ride was fairly easy for me, sit in, have a chat when it was two up. I wasn't in any shape or position for the sprint so sat up. In hindsight that was ideal, it meant I had some legs to jump in with the Rush shop ride as it re-passed us.

Strava link.

D: 110.7km
A: 510m

PMPW: 93kg

Friday, 25 January 2013


CX Shenanigans:
Spending a bunch of time on the road bike means that after several hours on any other bike I reach a point where I look down and exclaim, "is that all?!".

Inferior looking distance numbers aside, it was nice to be on a different bike and a different surface. A chance to change the mindset from time in the box, to time spent grinning.

Strava link.

D: 42.8km
A: 385m


D: 16.2km
A: 177m

CE: 1

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 24 January 2013


I've been asked a lot about a current topic, and I suppose it's reached a point where I want to write down some ideas.

It's not about the bloke:
When I was a kid I rode my bike because my brothers rode their bikes. I rode with school mates, and I rode by myself. I liked the freedom, the wind in my hair and I really likes doing coaster brake skids on gravel roads

Many years passed after my adventures on that chrome and yellow bmx with cobra grips that I bought of my elder brother's mate from down the street. The most pivotal was I got fat.

Eventually after a while of being fat, I decided that wasn't for me, so I decided to get un fat. I remembered riding as a kid and the fun I'd had, so I bugged the shit out of my mate Steve (i knew he'd raced mtb's before) and ended up on my first hard tail. Then some time later I ended up at my first race, one that over the space of 2 days and 5 stages reduced me to a hollow shell and showed me just how far from being a decent rider I was.

There was a similar story when it came to becoming a roadie... and a trackie.... and a cross dresser rider. I talked to people who I sort of knew, leveraged off their advice and jumped in without knowing too much about how deep the water was or how fast it flowed.... or really where to end a metaphor.

So back to current events, it's a shame that some guys who I've never met took unfair measures to win in a sport I love, but at the end of the day, that has far less effect on me than learning a mate has been doing secret training. Now, that's some earth shattering news!

D: 15.0km
A: 122m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 23 January 2013


NRR Long:
It's been a couple of hours since I finished this ride and instead of the minutiae I'm going to note it as a bad day and move on.

The telling point for me was last week I averaged 433W (5:01 ascent) on Two Bays, this week it was 396W (5:30 ascent).

Bing on the front into Canadian Bay Rd.

The return along Parkdale.

Strava link.

D: 94.8km
A: 536m

Looking forward I think I'll take it easy tomorrow rather than North Road it as planned. Maybe have a giggle on the CX bike Friday, then see what the legs are telling me over the long weekend. It'd be nice to smack some kms on Monday.

D: 15.6km
A: 128m

PMPW: 91kg

Tuesday, 22 January 2013


6am NRR:
I worked a little on the way south to get my legs warmed up for my favourite Black Rock/Sandi hill. I started to move up leading into rickets, then when a few guys attacked Tom Leaper I rolled over him and dragged everyone back up to their wheels. This meant I was near the front as we entered the Black Rock roundabout, and as guys rolled off turns it meant I was on the front while the road was still flat. No matter, my effort would begin early.

I found a groove, and tried to keep things consistent on the power front. By the time we hit the start of the false flat top I was well into the 180-185bpm range, I felt Tom coming over me and fought to keep my wheel in front of his. I lasted a dozen or so metres before I slipped backwards, a friendly hand in the back being the only thing that kept me from going out the arse.

The roll through Sandi, Brighton and Elwood was a suffer fest for me. I struggled to feel recovered from my effort, and could feel that every ounce of sprint had gone from my legs. There was no way I could come off a wheel at speed. I seriously considered dropping the wheel on the tiny rise just before Glen Huntly Rd... then the lights went red and I rolled straight to the front to get another effort.

On the green I launched and tried to ride everyone off my wheel, once again I almost held it all the way, once again it was tom leaper who came over the top of me.


Strava link.

D: 45.8km
A: 223m

After a day of grazing on all the food I could find I was keen for an easy roll home in the afternoon warmth. Well... that was right up until a bloke on an electric assisted pushy rolled past. Then I spent all of St Kilda Rd ripping it off lights to try and get his wheel. The data says I put out a higher 1sec max power in those 7.5km than I did on the 46 this morning.

Super spent.

D: 17.4km
A: 123m

PMPW: 91kg

Monday, 21 January 2013



D: 15.5km
A: 126m

I found a good headspace tonight, perhaps it was because I was overly tired and thus unable to think, so I just shut up and got on with it. As such, this was the first session where I've made it through without having to stop and take a break.

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 20 January 2013


SKCC Crits:
I got few extras marshalling the fine folk in D Grade for 45 minutes with DK and Skinny. Yep Skinny is back on the bike, starting the journey to discover where the crash and subsequent time off has left him. The blighters (the racers) were feisty with a heap of attacks going up the road and being chased down. In the end Pete Canny sprinted for a win, that judging by his woops and yells meant a lot to him.

Warmup done it was time to line up for my race. Rush didn't t have a sprinter in the race, and our strongest rider (DK) was either flying or was spent after winning Coburg yesterday. I decided to assume the former, letting Dave know that my legs were there for his use. If he wanted a flyer to get off the front, I was ready and willing.

It was actually a little liberating without a sprinter in tow, I chased down an early break of 15 that didn't contain a pink jersey. Then later I jumped across to another with DK and smacked a lap to try and keep it and Dave clear. That latter one failed, Dave took off solo as it started to come back, but after a half dozen laps he was back in the fold.

In the end it was looking like a bunch kick was immanent so Jake suggested we go treat 3 laps to go as if it was 1 or 2 laps to go. Smack it hard on the front and launch Dave at a long range run to the line. Though Dave ended up winning the race, not everything went 100% to plan. We had 2 instead of 3 in our train (Craig was out of position),  Dave got chopped off my wheel, pushed back to around 8th by the time I finished unloading what I had into the pedals (not quite getting as far around the course as hoped). From what I hear we caused a gap that Rico had to get his team to cover, then when I came off the front with just over a lap to go there was confusion as the impetuous momentarily lapsed. That was the moment Dave hit it.

The happiness of seeing Pete win D Grade wasn't close to the joy of being part of Dave's win. I'm looking forward to being able to deliver more and hopefully help this more results happen.

Strava link.

D: 103.4km
A: 123m

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 19 January 2013


Hell Ride:
The other day I noted Ash Thomas had started writing again, and then to see him at a ride I was on... well it felt like it was 2008 all over again.

I worked a bit on the way down to Frankston, the bunch holding a higher speed than I expected into the headwind. Once there I got to test myself on the rollers to Mt Eliza.

Into Olivers I got a little boxed, and by the time I pushed my way out into a clear lane there were 3 riders dashing up the road. I tried to match their kick to the re-entry to the highway while leaving a little in the legs so I could drive hard across the false flat top. It was all me until the final crest when a couple of others rolled off my wheel and closed the last couple of metres. I again felt like I was a couple of percent off where I was pre christmas, but was pleased at how well I stayed in the box.

The next couple of rollers were an exercise in recovery and cheap places before the final run up past Canadian Bay Rd where I was once again just a little off the pace but close enough to see the guys I want to beat.

Strava link.

D: 101.7km
A: 462m

St Kilda East - Dights Falls - St Kilda East:
It was a nice afternoon to work on tanlines so I went for a roll with Dawnski along the Yarra up to Dights Falls and back.

Strava link.

D: 33.2km
A: 185m

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 18 January 2013


As I head towards the end of my first week training again I've come to feel some guilt about it. Skinny isn't back on the bike yet, with a bunch of pain in his ribs.

I feel I owe a debt to be repaid in results... but first I'll have to re-earn his trust in my leadout abilities.

D: 15.5km
A: 78m

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 17 January 2013


6am NRR:
I felt tired this morning, and to be honest I still do, probably not a surprise trying to back up 3 days in a row after a few weeks of sleep ins.

The ride felt fast, I pulled a few turns then went for a coffee... then got another one on the way home from that... then got more when I got to work. Coffee repeats, the only way to train.

Strava link.

D: 46.0km
A: 229m


D: 15.4km
A: 160m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 16 January 2013


NRR Long:
If I had to sum up this ride in a less than 10 words, those words would be "Pretty tame to Canadian, then shit hit the fan."

My legs had most of the answers today, covering the hard kicks on Canadian Bay and the tempo of Two Bays, but on the final corner of Two Bays the lights went out at 185bpm and I rolled in in 8th.

It was good to get this one in the legs. My first back to back training in a few weeks and a nice test of what's changed in that time. I fell like I'm a few hard sessions off where I was, a thought that I'm ok with. I knew I wouldn't be a back to D grade after two weeks, I just needed to know exactly where I stood.

Strava link.

D: 95.2km
A: 540m


Permahunger scoffed at this little morsel.

D: 15.7km
A: 122m

PMPW: 91kg

Tuesday, 15 January 2013


6am NRR:
Rolling out from home at 5:47am I hoped that my doctors appointment later would leave me with bugger all or no dressings, and that I could start training seriously and showering properly this week. More on that in a bit.

As for the ride I was heading to do, I am in a bit of a re-discovery phase. You know, working out what my legs can and can't do, where my threshold is and what it feels like. For the record, my threshold feels hurty, so I only gave it a few nudges. Some turns on the way down, and on the way back by covering a gap, smacking Rickets and setting up the sprint.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 216m

The nice nurses at my local GP took all my dressings off, exclaimed at how nice my arse looked and sent me home with only a few swabs of magic stuff that gets rid of the adhesive remains.

On the down side, I am left with a few hairy squares on my legs where the dressings used to be. Even in a world of cycling where leg shaving and hairy shorts are normal... I don't think they qualify as cool.

D: 15.0km
A: 121m

PMPW: 92kg

Monday, 14 January 2013


I did a couple of repetitions of overhead niece presses, but given the light weight and the fact I lost count, I don't think it can be included here as training.

It does make me think about a strength block in the gym at the start of this year's ramp up. I kind of miss having a track arse.

Sunday, 13 January 2013


In Lorne to celebrate my dad's 70th birthday with my family, the bike in the back seat of my car ended up being naught but decoration.

I thought I might get up early and roll the AGGF loop, or possibly just do a rep (or two) of Mt Benny, but good food, and more to the point good wine, took the edge of my enthusiasm to tackle holiday roads.

Saturday, 12 January 2013


Rush Shop Ride:
I had to be back early, and I worried that the 3 hours of the Hell Ride would stress my dressing too much, so I opted to roll with the Rush shop bunch down to Mordi and back.

The way down was sedate, two up and chatting, which gave me time to consider how hard I wanted to make the return leg. I was tending towards "easy" right up until the point that Dave Sewell attacked the bunch. From there it was on, and in the immortal words of someone who's just polished of 1L of icecream. I regret nothing!

Strava link.

D: 66.7km
A: 289m

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 11 January 2013



D: 16.3km
A: 102m

PMPW: 92kg

Thursday, 10 January 2013


6am NRR:
With an appointment to get fresh dressings made for 9:30am, I was confident to get on the bike, move the legs and get sweaty. If my dressings did degrade then they'd be soon replaced with fresh, white gauze and wrappings.

I didn't want to push things too far though, so planned kept myself tucked in the pack. I found it tough back in the guts  and even worse at the tail of the bunch, as the quality of rider decreased the further back I got. When I found myself reaching a limit of comfort in those around me, which happened maybe 5 or 6 times, I pulled out to the side of the bunch and rode clear to the front. It felt good, and wasn't too tough either, so I'm surprised to see the data showing fast times, maybe even faster than normal.

The whole experience left me happy all day, it was like a door has been re-opened and the light of normality can be seen shining just ahead. It (my mood) was helped by The dressing change, which was only half an hour, and left me with a few less things covered and great signs of progress all round. eg. This is what my arse now looks like (fairly sfw... maybe).

Enough about me, I saw something in the bunch that made me smile. It was a Bianchi with a St Kilda Saints sticker on the seat stay/wishbone. I've seen this bike before, and know the sticker well from the time I spent staring at it while hurting some years ago. The bike is Andy Naylor's, but the rider wasn't my masseur... he was at the front of the bunch on some new Italian carbon job. No, it was an older bloke astride the celeste colour rig. After a minute or so I worked it all out. It was Andy's dad. Lying on Andy's table I've heard about him a fair bit, and while I know he still rides a heap, it's another thing to see two generations of grown men on one ride.

Strava link.

D: 46.1km
A: 187m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 9 January 2013


Is eating Dutch pancakes while drinking sangria considered training, resting or being lazy? What if I told you there were significant queues for the Dutch pancakes?

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 8 January 2013


With the fluids from my bum graze no longer soaking through my dressings and jeans, it was time to head back to the office to work. I considered PT but opted instead for the 700x28c tyres of my commuter. The ride to work left me feeling bouyed, the ride from home deflated me.

On the trip in, I have to go up a slight rise to the west end of the city where the office is, it's barely a blip on the map, but it is best ridden out of the saddle. So that's what I did, I got out of the saddle and gave the legs a little push. It felt good. Even though it was pretty low speed, it gave me the same sense of joy ripping out a massive leadout does. It made me feel alive. It's an intoxicating feeling.

In contrast the way home had no fast moments, but I felt my dressings stretch and come away. In those few brief moments I went from "NRR tomorrow!" to "No riding any more!". I hope time and a redo of some of it will temper the latest statement.

D: 18.0km
A: 136m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 7 January 2013


The dressings change took a full hour today, but I think the nice English and Kiwi nurses have done a better job (than the rushed Russian doctor on the weekend).

The bits I got to see looked nice and pink, while remaining infection free. A few spots like my hands and tricep are now sporting less complicated dressings because they're healing well. All up it makes me happy to see the progress and gets me m starting to think more about a return to regular training, I don't want anyone getting too cocky in my absence!

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 6 January 2013


St Kilda East - St Kilda - St Kilda East:
My road bike is still sporting my race wheels, the ones with tubs half torn off, so when the itch to ride became too much I grabbed my 28c clad commuter for a roll around the bay area.

It wasn't too bad, the dressings felt a little restrictive and I worried I was stretching the skin a little too. I guess I'll find out if it did when I go back to the GP tomorrow to get the next round of dressing changes.

Strava link.

D: 13.6km
A: 39m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 5 January 2013


It only took my local GP 45 minutes to change my dressings today, rather than the 2 hours the original scrubbing and dressing took at the hospital.

The itch to ride is starting to rise, and given it's my hips and not my sits (bones) that are damaged I'm hopeful I can turn a pedal tomorrow.

PMPW: 92kg

Friday, 4 January 2013


Given I was meant to be back at work today and thus wasn't planning on training anyway, I decided to keep things easy.

A few reps of sticking to any item of clothing I put on followed by a bunch of watching tv.

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 3 January 2013


Bay Crits - Williamstown:
The graze on my elbow hurt, and the bruise buried somewhere deep in my left glute had me worried about being able to unleash a full powered sprint, but I was hopeful for the day. Optimistic even. The course around the streets of Williamstown had bugger all hill and only one hard acceleration (out of turn 1, an evil man cover strewn round about). In Skinny's words "this is our best chance and the best course". After the tight left hander at the roundabout there was a tightish left onto the back straight, a more open left to head back down a slight slope then a super open and fast left into the start/finish straight. Not quite St Kilda or Glenvale, but the best shot for a sprinter to get a kick.

My job for the day was to get my Skinny up for the sprint. I sat towards the back of the bunch, the tight first corner meant it wasn't an ideal position, but I really didn't like the idea of fighting to stay at the front. As the race went on, a single guy was off the front, putting time into the bunch that was slowly whittled down in size by counter attacks and bridging attempts. The deeper into the race we got the happier I was until we reached a point where I felt at home. There were mere minutes left, guys around me were tiring and I felt good. I had a job and now I had the confidence that I could carry it out

My confidence took a small hit when when I saw the 2 laps to go sign, I hadn't seen or heard 3 to go, and I thought they were going to be calling from 5 out. Without the ability to change the situation I got on with playing the hand I had in front of me. We had roughly 25 riders of the starting 50 left, one of whom was off the front with the win in the bag. I was ok with racing for places, there were track world champions in the bunch, and getting a mate up for cash was juuuuust fine.

It took me a lap to get up to Skinny, so when I rolled up the left of the home straight, yelling his name in a way he knows means "Get. The. Fuck. On. My. Wheel!", we had one lap and a few meters to the line and around a dozen dudes in front of us.

I went on the outside on the back straight only to have the line shut down. That left the short downhill section and the final straight. Riders in front were looking ragged and I was possessed with two days of disappointment, now was my time, now was the moment when I'd get my mate into a solid top 10 position and redeem the faith of the team in me. I chose to make a move I'd used a bunch of times during the race to make up some easy places. Back off the guys in front early as we drew up to the final fast left hander, then to carry extra speed and hold a slightly tighter line, meaning on the exit I'd be able to launch Skinny with more speed than everyone into the final 150m dash to the line.

It's here that the story goes off plan and details get sketchy. I assume that the speed was too much, or that I hadn't done enough turning before we got over the centre line and onto the slightly off camber right hand side of the road. It's possible someone in front started their sprint early and made me veer. Whatever the reason I found myself sliding on my left side along the hot mix of Williamstown's beach side boulevard. Behind me I knew full well there was another 10ish blokes who were coming hot through the corner, and that they now had no where else to go but over/into me.

Jono Lovelock crashed over me and took off a bunch of bark, Skinny got high sided or launched over his bars and landed ribs first on someone else's bike. There were other injuries but I didn't see them. Jono got cleaned up on site, Skinny spent the night in hospital to ensure his lungs didn't collapse, and me... well I'll let some photos tell that story.

This is my bare arse. While interesting as the worst injuries, you also can't unsee the pasty hairy skin once seen.

Strava link.

D: 54.6km
A: 142m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 2 January 2013


Bay Crits - Portarlington:
The crits in Portarlington started a few hours earlier than yesterday, but without the bottle of wine and fireworks it was easy to get up with enough time to ride the rollers before heading back down the Princess Hwy.

The course was fairly open, it did however have a kicker of a hill straight after a nasty 270° off camber corner, then a softish hill on a long straight up the back. Skinny had never lasted more than 17 minutes on this course, so that was my rough goal for the day. After things settled in the first few laps I was pretty happy that the famous kicker felt ok... to me. It wasn't all roses though, in fact I don't think I saw a single flower, anyway the slight uphill of the back straight was uncomfortable, especially when the pace was left of over the kicker.

Around 8-10 minutes in, I was taking a wide entry and late apex to the 270° before the kicker, inside me a guy was taking an inferior tight line, another poor sucker who I'd pass on the exit... another poor sucker who... oh shit why is he on the ground?! Shit! there's nowhere for me to go!

After straightening my shifter and reclaiming my lost bottle I made my way to the corner at the top of the kicker with a few others and waited patiently with a marshal for the bunch to come back around. I rejoined with a couple of moderate pedal strokes, and found myself up the front and feeling fresh just as a few dudes rolled clear. I followed them, and as we got a gap established I was to hear the whistle for an intermediate sprint. At the time I was excited at the idea I might feature, but in hindsight it was the moment the race went from good to bad. A single guy attacked up the back. I half responded, finding myself suddenly deep in the box, which is where I stayed until I decided to stop trying to even hold my break mates and rejoin the bunch.

After a little while there, I found I was struggling to hold it (the bunch) as well. Over the rise of the back straight I had developed a wheeze to my panicked breath that no amount purposeful breathing could control. Eventually, despite the cheers the Artisan boys camped out on the kicker, there came a time when I just had no more to give.

Sadly my power meter magnet had gone AWOL, but the data still shows bigger all of the 28ish minutes of racing was spent under threshold.

So two DNFs in two days, I'm not overly chuffed... but I did survive longer in this race than I'd expected. Like the beverages I'd like to be drinking, my emotions are shaken, not stirred.

Strava link.

D: 20.0km
A: 344m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 1 January 2013


Bay Crits - Ritchie Boulevard:
After heading to the city last night with a bottle of wine to watch the midnight fireworks, sleep was not too awesome, my only hope was that everyone else I was racing... including the track world champions, were in a similar boat.

The course was effectively a hot dog, either end of the 2 straights featured a pair of turns, close enough together that at best I could squeeze in a single pedal stroke before it was right crank down time.

I started near the back, and after 59 efforts over 1,000W, that's where I was at the half hour mark when I could kick no more. I'd been riding half a dozen laps at 6-7 beats over threshold leading into it, and after seeing a normalised power of 491W and all those power peaks... I don't feel like I weaked out. Well... I am a bit disappointed. Better positioning could have helped reduce the load, but organising that wasn't so easy. I wasn't happy to make diving moves under brakes and there were limited opportunities on the straights as all I could do was suck air.

Strava link.

D: 22.3km
A: 22m

PMPW: 91kg