Tuesday, 30 April 2013


6am NRR:
I slept poorly last night, which didn't help quell the thoughts of going out with the quarter too bunch, I'd even woken before my alarm, so I had enough time to get there. To combat these soft thoughts I summoned my super power (procrastination), and set about reading the internet on my phone until it was time to go meet the 6am crew.

My legs weren't delightful, but I rolled turns anyway. By no means did I roll as many as I could, and for that I'm a little ashamed, but I did enough to work up a sweat in the cold, pre-dawn fog.

Strava link.

D: 44.0km
A: 189m

I've been trying to think about my training. No, I don't try to think about it, it's pretty much a given it's on my mind. What I mean, is I have tried to think constructively about it, to try and analyse where I'm at and what I need to do to get where I want.

I'm currently in talks with two opposing ideas. I need to go harder. I need to rest more.

Put like that I've tried to opt for the former (well for the life of this blog. It's not always so clear cut, especially when my brain is consumed by the haze of fatigue from riding my bike a lot.

Put another way, to NRR long or not to NRR long?

D: 6.2km
A: 139m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 29 April 2013


There I was, walling in a nice deep hole of self pity, thinking about how crummy my legs felt and how little motivation I had, when a thought hit me. Imagine how trashed I'd be if I'd finished.

The thought didn't make my legs any happier, but it was good enough to snap my brain out of the funk I'd let it slide into. The weekend is done, time to think about how to get faster for the next race.

D: 11.9km
A: 459m

PMPW: 95kg

Sunday, 28 April 2013


ToSW Stage 3 - Crit:
The track was wet when we rocked up to watch the end of the masters races, the remnants of yesterday's wind were blowing across the track and fixing that problem. Sadly the wind couldn't work fast enough to sort out the other major issue, the hill that started on the start finish straight, and then kicked straight after the first turn.

I pre-rode the course a couple of times, the hill reminding me of something from an Ardennes classic, short and punchy. I hoped to keep my arse planted on my saddle, to spin my way up as long as possible, leaving some strength in the bank for later in the race. On the very first lap I had to stand up and smack the pedals to keep up with the bunch.

The next dozen or so laps followed a formula, I would take 4-8 positions on the hill, ease off on the top while I searched for a wheel to draught off of, and then lose a couple of places on the way back to the start line. Despite the constant moving up, I was always on the back, always fighting to get a better sit, and always going deeper and deeper into my reserve of strength.

Eventually I rounded turn 1, and gave up. My legs and tour were done.

I knew going in that this was going to be a testing ground for my fitness, that I wasn't at full race pace and would likely suffer. Coming out of the race, having been bugger all help to DK, I'm feeling disappointed, and very tired. On a positive note it was good to live and race with almost a full strength team, it's bonds formed at times like these that (will) make me willing to bury myself for them.

Saturday, 27 April 2013


ToSW Stage 1 - Road Race:
It's odd, I'm comfortable at the Warny, but a regular A grade race scares the piss out of me (3 nervous wees), especially given this was the first time I'd lined up with the big boys for an open scratchie.

I knew the race would be tough, there were plenty of NRS boys standing around the grass area we were marshalled in before the race. I knew the really (really) strong cross winds would play a factor in the race. I knew the pace would likely be on from the start. Despite all that, I wasn't prepared for what happened first.

I lined up at the back, and waited patiently for my time to file out of the gate from the footy oval and onto the course proper. As my deep sectioned front wheel touched tarmac I looked up, and it was then I knew how bad this day was going to be for my legs. The pace car was already cranking away from the lead riders,  300 odd metres up the road. I had only just got onto the course and I was already off the back.

At the time I was calm, almost fatalistic, and set about making up as much ground as I could in as little time as possible. Now, thinking back, I get angrier and angrier. There was meant to be a neutral zone.

I never caught the back of the 2nd echelon on the road, instead I spent the 6 lap race with 6 or so other riders, pushing through the cross and head winds, and resting with the tail wind.

Around halfway through the first lap I found Wilko and yelled at him to get aboard. It was he who convinced me to finish the distance rather than pulling out after just one lap. Thanks mate.

I think the wind needs to be re-mentioned. There were times when my bike felt like it was about to be flicked out from under me due to extra strong gusts. There were times when the steady wind pushed one of my nostrils completely closed.

I don't have any data about the ride as I left my GPS in Melbourne. I can't even say how far back I was from the leaders as it seems the organisers have given everyone (including those that DNF'd) the same time as the main (2nd) bunch. This almost makes me angrier than the lack of a neutral zone. Shit happens, I dealt with it, and now I'm on the same time as blokes that didn't slog it out in the dehydrating winds.

ToSW Stage 2 - ITT:
I planned to tap this one through, but with a disc wheel in the back of my road bike, I ended up trying to set steady tempo without any data. The time didn't shatter worlds, but it was kind of fun. Obviously by kind of, i mean it sucked, but it was a nice mental change to deal with myself rather than others.

Friday, 26 April 2013


I think there's 7 of us from Rush racing a-grade on the weekend, and there's no question about who is the strongest. DK is a monster at the moment, especially in an ITT, and given the structure of the stages, the TT is likely to be the place where the overall will be decided.

So, what does that mean for me? It means I should take the pressure off of Dave whenever I can. It means I probably need to get into a break. Shit, this is going to hurt.

D: 4.7km
A: 142m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 25 April 2013


CX Shenanigans:
Guirgs wanted to get a roll in on the CX bike, I wanted to turn my legs over and forget about this weekends race for a bit. It seemed like a perfect match. Something else ended up being a perfect match too, a stick and my rear mech.

We'd twisted and turned through some of the inner most of the Yarra Trails, and had just started onto the ones that would take us upstream in a more direct manner. My mind was on a tricky maneuver a few metres up the trail when I heard a noise from the rear of my bike. I grabbed both anchors, annoyed I'd have to run up the obstacle I'd planned to ride, then saw the mess that used to be my nicely aligned hanger and derailleur. Ride over. Go to the train station. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

Strava link.

D: 14.7km
A: 159m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 24 April 2013


I toyed with the idea of going long today, it felt like the right mid week training, and I wanted to test my legs again, to set some times, to challenge other riders and gauge where I am. Bing (welcome to the blogging world!) wasn't around, my chance of a "win" were greatly improved, though far from certain... Bensley was rolling.

I decided against it, and instead turned at Mordialloc for a number of reasons. Mostly it was due to a heave schedule of work meetings, I wanted to get in to work and get cracking on the day rather than risk rolling in after 9am hot and flustered. What I think deserves being dragged kicking and screaming into the light was a smaller reason. I was on race wheels, and feared not being good enough and having zero excuses. That's a shit reason, the prospect of failure shouldn't even come into it.

Anyway, I went short, rolled some turns, made an effort on my favourite hill out of Black Rock (but came up a 15m short and soft pedalled the top... waiting... waiting... waiting... for someone to come through. It was kind of cool that it took so long, obviously my effort had stretched some legs. Then, Jez Hunt whipped through in his usual counter attack style and the pain came flooding back to my legs.

Strava link.

D: 46.4km
A: 196m


D: 12.0km
A: 193m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 23 April 2013


I rolled a few extras easy this morning, heading up to the city to get a coffee from Mick @ Soul Kitchen, and ensure I had a steady 45 minutes of spinning the gear on my commuter.

The temptation to keep rolling in the crisp, blue skied autumn morning was high. This truly is the nicest time of year on the bike, and I'm not just saying that because I was looking at the world through rose coloured glasses... which I highly recommend.

D: 12.3km
A: 101m

PMPW: 94kg

Monday, 22 April 2013


A man walks into a busy doctors office and says "Doctor, I think I'm shrinking."

To which the doctor replied "I'm sorry, you're going to have to be a little patient."

D: 6.1km
A: 31m

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 21 April 2013


CCCC Crit (Glenvale) & Extras:
I wanted to back up yesterday, but the thought of a solo mission to Mt Dandenong didn't fill me with any sense of joy. Then Bones suggested going to Glenvale to race. It's been a while... close on 2 years since I've raced at Glenvale. Due to my efforts at the start of 2011 I'd be in A-grade, and that seemed kinda scary, but on the plus side, it was a fantastic excuse to put fast wheels in my bike.

Bones and I met up and set out down Dandenong road, I had a pair of caffeine gels in my back pocket to help combat the fatigue in my legs. I didnt really have a plan for the race, or maybe I did, but it was "suck it and see".

Lining up for the briefing we were told by the Comms that there was going to be a Truck entering the course at some point and teh race would be halted and re-started (with any gaps re-established) afterwards. To me this meant that the start of the race would be fast as guys tried to get into a break, knowing that tired legs would get a breather partway through and thus increase the odds of it staying away.

Sure enough things went into the gutter from the gun and a few guys got clear a few laps later. I went with another guy to try and get accross, but despite a strong pull by him, and a strong pull by me we were chased down by the bunch. While I sat in the bunch recomposing myself, more guys jumped clear. 25 mintues into the race, and no sign of the truck, the pace went out of the bunch and the time gaps being yelled from the sidelines surged upwards. By the time the truck came around 45 minutes in we were doomed, and were pulled from the course a lap or two later to watch the end from the footpath.

It's never nice to give up 17 bucks and not finish, but given my lack of aims in the race I can't really call it a failure. I sucked it, and I saw that I need to take my destiny into my own hands. That's not really a revelation, more of a confirmation that I can and should race Glenvale again, and be more affirmative in my actions.

Post race I went south with Bones along Springvale rd. It's not a great route, but the company of a few others and a lovely tail wind meant it was over soon enough.

Strava link.

D: 101.1km
A: 498m

PMPW: 93kg

Saturday, 20 April 2013


St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Stony Creek - Morilla - Pigeon Bank - Dawsons - Clintons - Mittons Bridge - Hewitt - Flat Rock - St Kilda East:
I managed to convince Jimmy, BJ and Christian to come for a loop of the punchy hills behind Eltham on what turned out to be a fantastic morning.

The weather was great, I felt ok on the bike, and BJ took us down a brand new road that turned out to be amazing. Mittons Bridge which turns into Hewitt, is just past St Andrews and has some views that left me almost as out of breath as the steep pinches.


The little Pigeon Bank bonus road (Morilla) rates a mention for being a little bit nasty, though it would be far nastier if done after an inward bound Pigeon Bank.

Ok, that's new roads covered off, back to old roads and my legs. The two roads I pushed on were Dawsons and Clintons and for both I set times similar to what I achieved in November last year. Or in other words, some of my best ever results. I'm happy and pooped. My legs have a glowing feeling and my body, despite being fed twice, is demanding food, and lots of it.

Strava link.

D: 139.6km
A: 2,588m

PMPW: 94kg

Friday, 19 April 2013


How do you make a tissue dance?
Put a little boogey in it!

D: 9.4km
A: 410m

PMPW: 94kg

Thursday, 18 April 2013


6am NRR:
Last night Bones sent me a message, enquiring if I'd be doing what has become a standard Thursday thing

"Northy in the am?"

I was buoyed by the happy feelings yesterday's ride left me in, I was feeling strong, so I replied in a way that seemed witty and indicative of my place in the world of Melbourne bunch rides.

"yeah man. there's punters that need hurting."

Well that wasn't really how it went, in fact if being hurt on the ride is a yard stick by which we measure someone's punterdom, then I most definitely am not tall enough to go on the mixed metaphors ride.

It started when I rolled towards the front. DK pulled out and over the top a little in front of me, meaning that I had to get over him to complete my journey. That hurt.

Then, a little further down the road, the bunch was split by some lights and I was in the second half. I started to get myself mentally prepared for some hard work with a few others. Instead DK rolled to the front and single handedly pulled anyone capable of holding onback up to the front bunch. That hurt.

After Mordi guys continued to string things out in the cross/tail wind, it hurt but I was finding wheels to sit on that eased the load. Then the scooter, I assume the same one as last winter and the winter before, swung through and paced the bunch at 50km/h. That hurt.

I was quite happy to not contend the sprint, I was too far back and besides I far too shagged. Then the strung out bunch was caught by the Glen Huntly lights... so I rolled to the front, told Sausage to get on my wheel and hit it hard on the green. I pulled through to around 300m to go, then at 54km/h, I swung left to release... crap, they'd all missed my wheel. That hurt.

Strava link.

D: 46.1km
A: 181m


D: 3.9km
A: 48m

PMPW: 92

Wednesday, 17 April 2013


NRR Long:
The pace down was lovely, two up, chatting, except for the poor bloke who was left on the front from Mordi to Frankston.

Anyway, the hills are the pedal strokes I was there for, so that's where I'm going to put my key strokes. There were a few riders that worried me, as I don't feel super fit/fast at the moment.  Bing, Bensley, and Miranda have all been in decent form, especially in hilly races and the bunch always has a few I don't know that surprise me with their speed.

I decided to ride conservatively, to pay attention to any bouts of over eagerness, and most of all just sit on wheels until Canadian Bay where I'd resort to praying to non existent deities.

Halfway up Canadian I was in about 5th wheel, my heart trying to burst through my rips like the alien from Ridley Scott's breakout movie, my legs burning hotter with every pedal revolution. I threw quick glance back to see who was on my wheel, then took a long second look to confirm I'd seen right. There was a gap, I was not just with the leaders, but they were going fast enough to drop riders and create gaps.

As we approached the 2nd kicker, the one to the top I went through my standard process. Think about getting out of the saddle and smacking it. Think about how much my legs hurt and how shit that smacking will be. Ignore my brain and just get out of the saddle and get the job done. Bing had kicked away a metre or two and I'd gone around Cummo who'd been holding 4th wheel, and was doing the same to the other two. In a split second I decided to try and get Bing clear on the descent. I kicked harder again to ensure no one was on my wheel as I rolled down to the first right hander and onto Bing's wheel. Then, I turned myself into a sweating, snotty version of myself all the way through to the first speed bump of Two Bays where I promptly exploded and watched as every single rider in the bunch went past me.

That sequence, from the bottom of Canadian Bay to the bottom of Two Bays has made me happy. I felt like I had an influence on the ride. I feel like I'm making progress back to the speed and fitness I expect from myself.

Strava link.

D: 94.9km
A: 522m


D: 7.2km
A: 122m
PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 16 April 2013


6am NRR:
I want to be a little fresher for NRR Long tomorrow and the weekend, so time in the box now vs time in the box on the weekend, but I wanted a reasonable hit out... maybe an effort on the Black Rock/Sandi hill... and a sprint lead out.

I did get two reasonable efforts, one to launch the back half of the bunch after a red light split the pelly, the second to drop the sprint off at 55km/h. The power data for both isn't earth shattering, but they're both good over threshold efforts, that with time will get both longer and stronger.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 180m

Wooo... extras... and ellipses!

D: 19.6km
A: 147m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 15 April 2013


Why don't cannibals eat clowns?
Because they taste funny!

D: 7.4km
A: 38m

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 14 April 2013


Yarra Trails:
With DK racing Baw Baw and Bones supporting him, I took a sleep in and then grabbed my hardtail for a bit of a midday single track.

My legs hurt and motivation was low, so I kept it fairly easy on the pedals and tried to think of it as an adventure. Ducking into single track I haven't ridden in years, ducking into other sections I've never ridden at all.

After a couple of laps of Dickey's loop I flicked back up and over the alley route, cementing it in my mind, and getting me to the Darebin trails, then home to nap in front of the Chinese F1 GP.

Strava link.

D: 57.1km
A: 601m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 13 April 2013


Warburton - Reefton Spur - Lake Mountain - Mt Donna Buang - Warburton:
Jim organised another lap of the Rapha loop I did with DK, Skinny, Bones, Craig and Pip a couple of weeks ago. The weather was a little off, but it's such a nice loop I rsvp'd and packed a few clothing options. That was probably the toughest thing about the day, clothing choice. I was fully unzipped up the climbs, and bitterly cold on the long descent off of Lake Mountain.

After a bit of joking around at the start of the Reefton Spur I decided to set my own pace and see what time I could set. It wasn't earth shattering, but it was a heap better than last time.

Then, up Lake Mountain, I rode with Caddy, chatting until we hit the strong headwinds near the top, where I took to the front and told him to yell if I started riding away. The rain wasn't making it terribly fun, but I took to spotting up and avoiding the scores of hairy, soggy caterpillars that were making pilgrimages across the road.

The descent, as I said earlier, was cold. The temperature was above last time, but the wet conditions made it fair miserable. Like last time, the bakery at Marysville was a welcome break, letting us stuff hot pies and milky coffees in before the push on to Mt Donna Buang.


Just before we hit the dirt of Acheron Way, I realised the others weren't loving the pace. I didn't think it was too hard, but sensing weakness I pushed hard as soon as my front tyre hit gravel. A minute ot two later I looked back to see Mario trying to cover the move... so I pushed even harder. It was a heap of fun, my legs felt strong as I kept scanning the damp gravel for the best lines/



After 3 flats at the end of the gravel, I made the call for everyone, we'd skip the summit of Donna Buang and head back to the cars. After looking at their watches, no one argued. With or without the extra climb, it had been a solid day.

Strava link.

D: 150.1km
A: 3,029m

PMPW: 93kg

Friday, 12 April 2013


CX Shenanigans:
The closer we get to cross season, the less riders there are for a weekly cyclocross ride... odd.

With a short macchiatto fuelled and warmed me until I routed Skinny and I to some punchy climbs. I really wasn't trying to make it a climby affair, but it still eneded up that way, and necessitated more coffee and a second breakfast.

With just over a month to Dirty Deeds prologue I should probably start working on my short comings, getting off and back on the bike smoothly and quickly. I suuuck at dismounts, and any excuse to go down the rabbit hole of youtube videos must be embraced.

Strava link.

D: 44.0km
A: 421m


D: 8.8km
A: 256m

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 11 April 2013


6am NRR:
Today, like yesterday, contained a test of the resolve. While yesterday it was pushing through the pain in the darkness, today it was convincing myself to ride.

I got up, ready for another lovely morning (weather wise) on the bike, only to have a big, fat drop of rain land squarely on my nose as I stepped over the threshold with my bike. If I was 10m down the road, already pedaling I wouldnt have through twice, but given I hadn't even swung my leg over, it gave me pause and I hid under a tree while I summoned some fortitude.

Thankfully the rain was just a passing shower and when the small bunch at BP rolled out it was an easy pace. A pace that should have seen everyone two up, instead it was single file for the first 10 riders. As I'd struck up a decent conversation with Dave Tozer I was unwilling to join the conga line, he and I will be racing together soon, so sat out in the wind, and kept talking. Eventually Dave got angsty and we rolled up past everyone hiding in the gutter and over the front of the bunch.

On the way back a few more were willing to work, and after a few turns I opted out to take the pressure off of my tired legs. I've had 3 crappy nights of sleep, 3 hard days on the bike (if you include today) and 2 long days at work. I really didn't want to do more turns... well until we got to the sprint, then I was fairly enthused to ride fast.

Strava link.

D: 44.4km
A: 164m


D: 8.9km

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 10 April 2013


St Kilda East - Mt Dandenong - St Kilda East:
Rolling home with DK and Bones from an ascent of the elbow, DK observed a very shagged looking Bones and said something like "we didn't go too hard on the way out". I laughed, the way out had hurt, every hill was a demonstration of the power in his quads, and a dozen PBs on Strava backs me up too.

I let Dave ride off when we got to the elbow, I wanted to ignore him and just find my rhythm in the inky blackness of pre-dawn. I was 'comfortable' until the right hander that begins the ramp up to the Elbow itself, where by the 25t cassette forced a slightly more laboured cadence than I like to climb with.

I resisted touching the GPS screen, to see HR and power numbers that would define my pain, instead I concentrated on my legs. Solid and stable at the hips, smooth through the bottom of the pedal stroke and relaxed in the shoulders and hands. The zip of my jersey was soon open and flapping, arm warmers shoved down by my gloves. DK's blinking light was somewhere ahead, I tried not to think about the gap, to not look at it, but yet to keep my head up and my vision forward. To look down was to concede defeat. This was my pain and my challenge.

I crested the top, touched the cross roads with my front tyre, then wheeled around to go keep Bones company. I wasn't convinced I'd been honest in my effort, I was worried that I'd been faking the pain to myself. The data tells me I was 38 seconds off the PB I set last October when I was climbing as well as I ever have (17:15 vs 16:37). The data tells me I matched or beat my best power numbers for the 7:45 to 23:30 range. The data tells me I averaged 4 beats over threshold. The data makes me think I wasn't faking it. The data makes me wonder if I might possibly make it through Tour of South West alive in a couple of weeks.

Strava link.

D: 75.0km
A: 1,172m


D: 16.4km
A: 175m

PMPW: 94kg

Tuesday, 9 April 2013


6am NRR:
I don't know who had been eating their weetbix or possibly arguing with their significant other, but someone was on the front and doing VERY bad things as we rolled down past Nylex. I looked down to see 58.2km/h and swore. 50 is good through there, neigh on 60 is crazy time!

As for me, I rolled a few of turns when the pace wasn't so out there, a couple on the way down to warm up my legs, and then a couple more on the way back when I found myself in the working group after a reshuffle of riders on Rickets.

In a turn for the surprising I took out the final sprint, though the fact it wasn't really a sprint probably explains it. I happened to be on the right wheels and when they all finished their turns at around the canal, there was no one with me, so I kept it low and the pace on through to BP.

A couple of coffees later and it was time to go see how many emails had accumulated at work while I took a 4 day long weekend.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 182m


D: 8.9km
A: 154m

PMPW: 94kg

Monday, 8 April 2013


What has four legs and one arm?
A happy pit bull.

PMPW: 95kg

Sunday, 7 April 2013


Barren Grounds:
After a tour of some of our countries finest "big" things, the Dawnski and I arrived at a place called "Barren Grounds". The book from which we'd picked this area from claimed it wasn't barren, but I don't think it's had any babies, so I'm going to hold my opinion on the matter.

We took the path out to Cook's Nose, a nice bluff with a view, then headed back with some detours to check out an old Flying Fox and a Stone Bridge.

Strava link.

D: 12.7km
A: 305m

PMPW: 95kg

Saturday, 6 April 2013


Why couldn't the bicycle stand up by itself?
It is two tired.

PMPW: 95kg

Friday, 5 April 2013


CX Shenanigans:
I hung out at 7 grams until quarter past 6, my empty macchiato glass almost as forlorn as me, eventually I had to concede that I was as unloved as a red headed step child and head out for a solo mission.

I had a bunch of fun, but it's hard to push your physical limits solo. I wasn't fully in the groove on the bike either, my bunny hops were terrible and the flow elided me a bit when things got tight, still, I had a bunch of fun winding my way through the inky darkness on skinny knobs with naught but the occasional smell of bat poo to keep me company.

Strava link.

D: 30.4km
A: 372m

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 4 April 2013


The desire to do northy this morning was overruled by the start of a sore throat. With this weekend off the bike while I'm in Canberra it's not ideal, but then neither is being sick.

D: 5.4km
A: 171m

PMPW: 91kg

Wednesday, 3 April 2013


NRR Long:
I'm not yet getting to the top of Two Bays with the front bunch, but I felt better this week and the data tells me I was faster than last week up Two Bays. In fact the data tells me I'm about the speed I was in late May last year. That's kind of cool, I've got just under two months head start on getting faster.

I blew up on Canadian Bay. I could see the move, I covered it almost until the flat middle section, but I wasn't quite there. I made it back on to the bunch due to a great sit on a TKM rider, but once we hit the Two Bays climb and guys started to attack, I was instantly doing my own thing again.

Strava link.

D: 94.8km
A: 504m

I had to make a detour on my way home to ensure I rolled into 3 figures for the day. It had been a long day and I just wanted to be home, with a pile of food, but getting 100km had to be done.

D: 5.7km
A: 179m

PMPW: 92kg

Tuesday, 2 April 2013


Why does a chicken coop have only two doors?

If it had four, it'd be a Sedan.

D: 12.8km
A: 303m

PMPW: 93kg

Monday, 1 April 2013


St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Pigeon Bank - Alma - Flat Rock - St Kilda East:
I stayed up late watching Fabian re-prove his big legged classics dominance, possibly squealing a little bit when Sagan cracked on the Paterberg. I feel like I've watched a season of great racing already and we haven't even had Amstel, Liege or Roubaix yet!

Anyway a late night meant a late start for today's ride, post lunch in fact.

I convinced Bones to come with me for a 3 hour tour (a 3 hour tour) of Christmas/Panton Hills, we didn't lose the SS Minnow, but we did have some banana bread fuelled hi-jinx.

To my great surprise, coming back up Bolton St near the bottom of Eltham I set new power PBs between 16 and 23 seconds. Seriously, how is that possible, I've got 4 days of back to back solid riding in my legs!

Strava link.

D: 105.9km
A: 1,860m

PMPW: 93kg