Friday, 31 May 2013

31/05/2013

Commute:
The forecast for tomorrow isn't pretty, it's down right poo.

In some ways that pleases me. Tough conditions makes it a more mental effort, and while I don't claim to be a mental giant, I'm a stubborn jerk, and that may be the difference.

D: 8.6km
A: 48m

PMPW: 96kg

Thursday, 30 May 2013

30/05/2013

Commute:
A month or two ago I saw a piece on the CSV website, asking for volunteers to be pilots for blind cyclists. I sat in my office chair, ignoring the work I was meant to be doing, and thought about it. This was either a fantastic idea, or a very very bad idea. After several moments I concluded it was a fantastic idea and fired off an email.

Today I got one back, thanking me for my interest and giving me details about the first information session, and the usual police/working with children checks. On the form I've got to fill out is a question, well there are many questions, but there is one in particular that I want to draw your attention to.

"What attracts you most about becoming a volunteer?"

Again, I sat for several moments in my office chair before eventually scribbling down an answer.

"Everyone should have a chance to feel freed by / on a bike."

Hopefully feeling freed doesn't require the wind on their face, as anyone riding stoker behind me wont get any breeze.

D: 6.3km
A: 26m

PMPW: 95kg

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

29/05/2013

NRR Long:
I wanted a hit out in the hills. Just the hills. Just to see what it felt like.

So I sat in on the way down, and assigned myself as gate keeper on the way home. Even with all this energy savings I was found lacking in the hills. Kars was alright, but a few guys kicked hard at the top and kept the pace on for the descent and climb of Baden Powel. 2/3 of the way up the round about climb of Baden Powel Matt Boys hit it, Nick Bensley responded, and despite being on his wheel I was immediately gapped and left to chase with a few others. I got us to the top of that climb and Darcey Wooley and Dan Wilkins did the chasing through to the top of the highway climb and the start of Canadian.

I went after the riders that kicked at the bottom of Canadian... dangling a metre or three off their wheels until 2/3 of the way up the first ramp, where I ungracefully imploded. The remains of the climbing wasn't pretty, and I rolled in as one of the last finishers.

On one hand it was good to push my limits, to get deep into the box. On the other hand I'm a little disappointed that I was getting into the box well before others. I've got some room for improvement.

Strava link.

D: 94.6km
A: 525m

Commute:
I was initially put off of limit for this weekend's Fred Icke handicap and it has given me my biggest (cycling) moral question of memory. 36 minutes headstart on scratch is basically a win delivered on a silver platter. I've now been moved back to the bunch in front of the chopping block with Ry Moody, and it has been moved a minute closer to scratch (6 minute bunch, it used to be the 7 minute bunch).

On one hand... wait... how many hands do I have? Are these the same hands as earlier? They are pretty big hands so could possibly carry more than one set of issues at a time. On one hand, I'm happy that I've been handicapped properly, it means I have no moral issues. On the other, I'm sad I didn't get to make the decision myself. Before I'd made up my mind to contact the handicapper or not, the changes had been made. It would have been an interesting test of character.

D: 6.7km
A: 55m

PMPW: 93kg

Tuesday, 28 May 2013

28/05/2013

6am NRR:
I wanted to tick the legs through, to get 50km on the clock before turning up to my desk, and to avoid the indignity of being woken by the bin men because I'd forgotten Tuesday's are the wrong morning to try and have a sleep in. I sat in the bunch, protected by the wind, while others toiled on the front of the bunch.

It's not a very glamorous day of training, it was just kms.

Strava link.

D: 51.8km
A: 208m

Commute:

D: 8.5km
A: 41m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 27 May 2013

27/05/2013

Commute:
The weather wasn't as bad as I thought in the morning, but it did get dark like the subject of a Collingwood supporter's heckle as I rounded the lake towards work.

Even with the aid of caffeine from Monk Bodhi Dharma my legs were sluggish up all the small rises I encountered.

D: 12.8km
A: 55m

PMPW: 95kg

Sunday, 26 May 2013

26/05/2013

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Morilla - Pigeon Bank - Yarra Glen - Chum Creek - Smiths Gully - Kinglake - St Kilda East:
I knew this was going to be a big day, it didn't disappoint. Dave and I had both had a few more beers than were strictly necessary yesterday, and Dave had an extra ITT in his legs that meant I was competitive.

By 10am we'd done a bunch of punchy climbing and were seated in Yarra Glen with a whole carrot cake to share between the two of us.

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By midday we were at Kinglake bakery after looping out through Healseville. A chocolate milk, a meat pie, and a newspaper stuffed down my jersey had me set for the descent and the start of the trip home.

By the time I was rolling into home I'd clocked up over 170km and 3,000m vertical. If you'd asked me, heck even if you'd looked in my general direction, I would have told you it was the hardest 170km I could remember doing. We'd pushed hard on the punchy climbs, but once we started climbing up and over to Yarra glen it was just tempo riding. In other words I'm not sure why it felt so hard, just a the first really long day in a while I suppose.

There's a week for my body to take today's training stress and make it into fitness. Then it's off to Creswick for the Fred Icke. Oh man, handicap racing.... what have I done?

Strava link.

D: 173.3km
A: 3,137m

PMPW: 95kg

Saturday, 25 May 2013

25/05/2013

Hell Ride:
I'd organised to go into the hills with DK tomorrow, so I wanted a ride that wouldn't destroy me today. It's been a while, so I ensured I had enough time to get three quarters of a flat white into my body before the roll out.

The mild northerly kept the pace up and the front of the bunch filled with dodgy wheels, I put myself on the front to avoid the mess, but eventually decided to roll back into the bunch and keep some legs for the hills. When we got to Olivers I rode my way to the front, cresting on the wheel of the lead rider, it was great... well until I realised he wasn't turning the legs off. He kept the pace on and I realised I'd gone too deep on the hill. I slipped backwards into the first little bunch and stayed there for the rest of the hills.

The ride home was nice, a headwind kept the chaff that rejoined the bunch at Frankston away from the front which allowed me to kept my nose safely hidden from the wind.
Strava link.

D: 100.3km
A: 410m

PMPW: 95kg

Friday, 24 May 2013

24/05/2013

DDCX Prologue:
All day I was pretty excited about racing again, then as the start time drew closer I the excitement transformed into nervousness.

I had a fairly strong bunch for my racing which relegated me to the second row for the first race. The David Morgan went off and I half forgot to pin it for the first corner and found myself getting chopped left and right. When the brain finally switched into race mode I was mid pack in the middle of a bunch of tight turns with limited passing opportunities. When it finally got to the velodrome my left eye was twitching from the desire to overtake. I finished that race somewhere around 7th or 8th, slightly disappointing, especially disappointing that I only have myself to blame.

The second race was a handicap that started in reverse order waves. I hole shot my little group and set about tracking down everything that moved. I didn't quite manage that, and was beaten round the velo when I was passed perfectly off the grass and onto the concrete bank. I swung wide to try and hold some extra speed, but ended up washing it off instead, and rolled home in 4th... ish.

I cant wait for some more open courses so I can open up the legs and pass some little guys.

Strava link.

D: 36.0km
A: 214m

Commute:
A quick trip to the shop resulted in my road bike getting my old Shimano 7800 cranks installed while the power meter gets sent back for a bit of broken gauge love. I'm hoping I'll survive a week or so without cadence and power information, it might be a struggle.

D: 10.5km
A: 130m

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 23 May 2013

23/05/2013

Commute:
So I've got a broken strain guage in my power meter. It's possibly it was a manufacturing defect, I'm saying it's because I'm totally buff.... beefcake... BEEEFCAAAAAAAKE!



D: 13.5km    
A: 174m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

22/05/2013

NRR Long:
Today was one of those mornings that's so brisk you start evaluating how far back you'd have to sit in the bunch, for the bodies of the riders in front to heat the air a noticeable amount, and then weigh up if that's better or worse than riding on the front, copping the full cold, but generating more heat for yourself.

Rolling through Chelsea my gps tells me it was 2.2°c, and given while sitting behind Bing I could feel both my nose and ears, I believe that Bing's lack of arse lets the cold straight through, but his increasing ego was enough to warm the air at head height. It's the only logical explanation.

Anyway, there were some hills, and I felt ok on most, well i felt pained, but I was ok with that. On Two Bays i felt less ok, in fact i felt quite annoyed. You see, I'd gone over the top of Canadian bay in 4th, Matt Boys and AJ had a 15 meters clear of Pete Smith, myself and whoever was on my wheel. I was in the process of mentally preparing for the pain of Two Bays when I heard and felt something behind me. I turned and saw my saddle bag in the middle of the road. I stopped, turned around, shoved it in my pocket and prepared to calmly make up ground on all the riders that had just whipped past me. I was doing an ok job, the guy in front looked be be slowly coming back to me as I turned into the climb then I heard my saddle bag flip out of my pocked and hit the asphalt again. Supreme frustration.

Oh well, I'll have to wait until next week to see if I can stay with the little blighters up Twp Bays.

Strava link.

D: 95.1km
A: 528m

Commute:

D: 7.7km
A: 33m

PMPW: 94kg

21/05/2013

6am NRR:
There were two incidents this morning that bear noting. The first was DK rudely riding past the bunch at speed (flipping my off in the process) while I was happily playing the little ring game. The resulting extra speed as the bunch jumped for his wheel corresponded directly to a jump in my required cadence, and thus I went from happily, to thinking DK is a jerk.

The second incident relates, it started because I couldn't let DK be a jerk all by himself, no, I shall not be out jerked. So I hatched a plan to jerk the entire bunch.... a plan to chick the entire bunch. Nic Whitburn was rolling through on a rare appearance and I cajoled her into committing to the sprint. With her sitting on my wheel my next job was to convince others to pull turns in the lead out train. It amused me greatly all this scheming, and I was back to being in a glorious mood by the golden mile. Sadly it was not to be, lights at the canal completely spoilt the party. When I sat up and looked around from my sweaty perch at the front of the train, I discovered that Nic only had two gents left on her wheel. Even if she got out kicked, she would have still chicked all bar 2 blokes and I would have giggled all day thinking of the shattered egos.

Next time Gidget, next time.

Strava link.

D: 46.4km
A: 198m

Commute:

D: 15.0km
A: 117m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 20 May 2013

20/05/2013

Commute:
Despite the limited kms over the weekend, my legs have felt a little tired and tender today (alliterations ftw!). I wanted to give them a spin out after work, but when I rolled out of the office around 6pm I found I'd left all 3 of spare tail lights at home. I strapped an extra white flasher on the back and took the direct, back roads, route home for some steak and salad.

D: 6.2km
A: 32m

PMPW: 95

Sunday, 19 May 2013

19/05/2013

CX Shenanigans:
The plan was to hit some trails on the skinny knobs with Skinny, De Luca, Leigh and Damo, a fair cross section of guys I'm going to be racing this season.

To me the day can be summarised in a single anecdote. I rolled rolled into Dickey's loop first, giggling as my tyres slid on the slightly greasy soil, the hooked up on the fresh berms. Not far in I paused, because though I love the trails, it was the company of the others that made the morning great.

After our bikes were well mud splattered, and our veins filled with caffeine, I rolled south with Damo and Schilling to get a couple of sneaky extras on the bitumen. It was too nice a morning not to be rolling and I didn't want Leigh getting to many more kms than me!



Strava link.

D: 71.8km
A: 654m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 18 May 2013

18/05/2013

2x Rush Preloop and Shop Ride:
4 hours of sleeping and 4 hours of pedalling. Not idea, but it's what I had to work with.

The forecast was kind of ugly, so I needed motivation to get on the bike for the first time in a few days. I put myself in the hands of DK, I didn't care where we went, I just needed to commit myself to riding with someone so I'd feel the pressure show up.

The 5am meet up was a touch harsh, but the weather was pretty damn good until around 7:30 when the shop ride got down around Black Rock. What wasn't good, or possibly was good, was the pace DK set around the first of our pre-loops. I started riding with him two up, but by the time we got to the Ivanhoe boulevard I was behind him, hoping I'd hang on. The second pre-loop and the shop ride itself were at a much nicer pace. Two up, chatting and spinning the legs through, not terribly exciting stuff, but given how wet my shoes are, I'm just happy to have got a pedal in.

Strava link.

D: 109.3km
A: 803

PMPW: 94kg

Friday, 17 May 2013

16/05/2013

Commute:
I woke up to the sound of no rain, and then did the ride killing thing... I checked the radar.

It was possible that I could have ridden without getting soaked. I'd laid out a ran shell anyway... but I still rolled over and went back to sleep.

D: 6.4km
A: 45m

PMPW: 94kg

17/05/2013

Commute:
I worked on my cross bike before work, it needs some love post the ANZAC day stick incident, and the DDCX prologue is next week.

Anyway, while I was working out that shifting was arse because I'd forgotten to go around the little cable guide thingy on my rear mech, I had the Tour of California on in the background. It's kind of magical being about to watch international racing without losing sleep. It's also kind of magical how deep into the box Jens Voigt is still prepared to go for a solo victory. I'm not looking to tie that moment back to me, it was simply a cool moment in sport spectatorship.

D: 8.7km
A: 48m

PMPW: 92kg

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

15/05/2013

Rollers:
I looked at the forecast last night and set my alarm for 6:45am, a veritable sleep in from the normal 5:10am wake up time for NRR. I wanted to get some time on the rollers, but was conscious of the time of day and that an early/long morning session might not be appropriate given I live with a non cyclist in an apartment block of non cyclists.

So around 7:15, after a bit of faffing around to get the rollers in front of my computer and to get the Tour of Cali on my monitor I jumped on my track bike and span through half an hour of saddle time.

D: 18.1km

Commute:

D: 4.6km
A: 27m

PMPW: 94kg

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

14/05/2013

6am NRR:
I sat in all ride, my legs were sore and I was tired.

If I was so sore then why ride? That's a good question, one that I hope to understand the factors of better. I've got myself a copy of Allen & Coggan's "Training and Racing with a Power Meter (2nd ed)" to try and understand more two factor theory (fitness vs fatigue). I want to know when I'm pushing too hard, or if I'm yet to do so. Besides, I can't have Wilko know more than me.

Strava link.

D: 45.8km
A: 176m

Commute:
I am the hunger that dooms worlds. I am Galactus.

D: 22.2km
A: 220m

PMPW: 94kg

Monday, 13 May 2013

13/05/2013

Commute:
I needed coffee, and lunch supplies and leg revolutions. A combination that was partially addressed with a ride up Chapel St to river, then on to see Mick for three quarters of a flat white.

Even with those 45 minutes of my legs fighting the roundness of my fixed gears pedals path, I still felt like I needed more. So after work, I headed into the cold May air for a couple more extras.

D: 16.8km
A: 75m

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 12 May 2013

12/05/2013

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Mittons Bridge - Flat Rock - St Kilda East:
I met up with a few of Pippa's mates, including Nath Heaney and Jase from last week, for a roll north into the head wind then easy home.

My legs felt crappy, but I sat on the front and played games with a guy named Angus when we got to Mt Pleasant. When I got my legs set on a hill I felt ok, but that took a minute or so, and leading up to that point everything felt horrible. When it became obvious they all wanted to do the main Kinglake climb I abandoned ship. It was mostly because I just wanted to get my tired legs home, but I admit there was an element of dislike for the Kinglake climb.

I hucked a left at Mittons Bridge and headed into Arthurs Creek and my favourite little apple orchard.

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As I rolled back towards Hurstbridge, now a couple of apples heavier, A couple of HCC guys rolled past, so I jumped on the back to get a free tow and some company back to the city.

Strava link.

D: 115.1km
A: 1,855m

ABOC Sprint:
1 x 1/4 lap Power jump @ 82"
1 x Flying 100m @ 82"
2 x 1/4 lap Power jumps @ 104" (15km/h)
1 x 1/2 lap Seated power jump @ 104" (15km/h)
2 x 1/4 lap Power jumps @ 102" (15km/h)
1 x 1/2 lap Seated power jump @ 102" (15km/h)
2 x 1/2 lap Seated power jumps @ 100" (20km/h)
1 x 1/2 lap Power jump @ 98" (20km/h)

I obviously wasn't at full physical form, but I felt I was lacking a little mentally too. I'm not convinced any of my efforts were everything, though they weren't crystal cranking either.

PMPW: 92kg

Saturday, 11 May 2013

11/05/2013

CCCC Phillip Island GP Teams Race:
DK is in Perth, Bing is in Alice Springs and Skinny is off in Echuca. In short, we were missing some strong boys.

I helped out our designated sprinter Dean when I could, getting myself in front of him when I spotted him sticking his nose out the side of the bunch into the wind. I wasn't sure how much use I'd be as the race went on, ToSW gave my confidence a bit of a beating, so I mostly concentrated on myself. Keeping hidden, taking cheap places, staying upright and avoiding the numerous crashes.

At 5 laps to go, after all the breaks had been shut down, I was confident it was going to come to a sprint and that made me excited. In fact the sprint couldn't come soon enough, the gels I'd had were coursing through my veins and I was ready to tear legs off. Sadly I think it was too much too soon, as the last few laps took the edge off me.

A conversation with Craig revealed the race was taking its toll on Dean, I was given the nod to do what I could in the sprint, and I was kind of excited about that. I worked the bunch in the closing laps, getting myself into good position as we rounded into the last sweeper. Trains started to come up and around, riders chopped in, and I lost my will to win... well it was more of a will to place. Anyway the earlier crashes were still fresh in my mind. The data shows I baulked my sprint 4 times, and still managed to top out over 72km/h. The results say that was good enough for 13th.

I'm happy about that, though I was definitely good enough for a top ten, and was hopeful of sneaking a podium. I'll console myself with a bit of strava silliness, fastest lap of the day.

Strava link.

D: 115.3km
A: 909m

CE: 1

PMPW: 95kg

Friday, 10 May 2013

10/05/2013

St Kilda East - Black Rock - St Kilda East:

"Let us do the rolling of bicycles and the drinking of coffee tomorrow. 30 minutes south, same back, then flat whites."

Just like that, I had a ride organised with Skinny.

Strava file.

D: 35.8km
A: 124m

Commute:


D: 9.9km
A: 342m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 9 May 2013

9/05/2013

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Alma - Clintons - Mittons Bridge - Mine - Flat Rock - St Kilda East:
A roll in the sun, out to the hills with Bones. The pace wasn't too horrendous, but I'll take a day like it any time.

Strava link.

D: 134.6km
A: 2,300m

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

8/05/2013

Rest:
I took a tram, it was horrible and filled with other people with attrocious bunch skills. There was only one bloke driving it from the front, none one else would roll through... then that bloke kept brake checking it ever few hundred metres.

Sheesh, people say the Hell Ride is bad. They've obviously never been on the 8:45 #5 from Chapel St.

PMPW: 93kg

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

7/05/2013

6am NRR:
Have you ever noticed how the day after something happens you overreact to normal stimuli? Maybe, but you have no freaking clue what I'm talking about?

Ok, here's how it went down. Yesterday, I was well dressed for my ride, but felt cold. Today, despite it being warmer, I dressed almost the same and roasted my tookus off.

Other than stewing in my own juices for an hour until I was tender, I sat in the area of the bunch Skinny calls Gold Class. Ten to fifteen riders back, getting a great draught and doing absolutely zero work. It was luxurious, but I was disappointed to not receive the popcorn I ordered. In a fit or rage induced by the lack of butter covered snack goodness, I hit the bunch hard up my little hill. Driving my legs through pedal revolutions until I was well past the point of ugly. I crested the top with snot streaming across my fast like a reverse of the Horseshoe Falls. Filling neither criteria from the "board room" section of the recent Bike Lane episode.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 168m

Commute:

D: 6.2km
A: 168m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 6 May 2013

6/05/2013

St Kilda East - Brighton - St Kilda East:
Last night, after many beers and many many dumplings DK suggested an early morning roll to flush out the legs. It sounded like a great idea at the time, a horrible idea when I woke up, but it was back to being a great idea by the time we were done.

Rugged up, but maybe not quite enough, we tapped out an easy roll down through the back streets of the bayside suburbs until we hit South Road, then turned back home towards a hot coffee.

Strava link.

D: 24.4km
A: 94m

Commute:
That slight calf tear feeling was still present, but a bit better than yesterday. That said, I didn't go anywhere as hard as I did yesterday. I'll stretch the surrounding muscles and continue to monitor it and depending on how it progresses I'll adjust my routine.

D: 6.2km
A: 139m

PMPW: 95kg

Sunday, 5 May 2013

5/05/2013

St Kilda East - 1:20 - The Wall - Reynolds - St Kilda East:
This ride was with the Bak Pocket guys, and after I stuffed up the meeting place and had to chase on it was good fun. For a while I even thought I might be able to take control of the route with DK and point everyone up some of the kickers in Park Orchards, but it was not to be. The consensus was an ascent of the 1 in 20 and one of The Wall.

Into the the 1:20 DK kicked a little, I missed the wheels and found myself sitting in 5th with a gap to the guys up front. I told Pippa to get on my wheel then went about trying to settle into a solid tempo, hoping that their pace would drop and I'd roll up on to a wheel. DK went off the front, but still I wasn't making ground on the others, still I'd ridden Pip off my wheel so I kept plugging away, eventually chasing one rider down to set a PB. It still felt a little hollow, I was a fair way off the pace of others.

The Wall went a bit better, I once again set most of my own pace, but this time I chased down Dave Sewell and DK (who looked to just be keeping Sewell company), rode past and set another PB. This one felt good, despite what felt like a small tear at the top of my right calf.

This is where things got interesting, most of the riders turned for home, but a DK, Pip and another went north to get some extras along Old Warrandyte and Reynolds roads. DK and I on the front setting the pace... but something was different... DK seemed to be slowing up and showing strain at the top of each pinch. So I did what any mate would do, I drove the pace on on every hill until he eventually cracked going up both Burgundy St and the Cutting. YES! Serves the little shit right for doing sneaky extras without me yesterday!

Strava link.

D: 132.9km
A: 2,023m

Commute:

D: 11.2km
A: 196m

PMPW: 95kg

Saturday, 4 May 2013

4/05/2013

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Morilla - Pigeon Bank - St Kilda East:
I was a little nervous going for a ride with DK, I was directing us to roads I knew well, but I also knew too well just how big and strong his legs are.

We'd gotten into the guts of the ride, and my nerves were mixed. I'd done ok on the really steep climbs of Morilla and Pigeon Bank, but we were heading to the longer climbs of Dawsons and Clintons roads... then Dave's wheel died and we had to turn for home.

It feels like a drawn grand final, the result is up in the air and the level of suspense is not only elevated, but prolonged for another week (or two).

Strava link.

D: 91.5km
A: 1,513m

PMPW: 93kg

Friday, 3 May 2013

3/05/2013

Commute:
A mushroom walks into a bar, the barman looks at him and says "We don't serve your kind here", so which the mushroom replied "Why not? I'm a funghi."

D: 7.3km
A: 136m

PMPW: 94kg

Thursday, 2 May 2013

2/05/2013

6am NRR:
I had pretty much zero desire to pull turns today. I wasn't sure if the ride was fast, if I was slow, or if it was some combination of both. Instead I sat most of the ride in gold class, eating popcorn and sipping beer.

It was one of those days where you look at others riding deep wheels and instead of seeing a challenge, instead of seeing your own better training, you envy the few watts they're saving and the extra speed they can hold. During the Golden Mile, when Wilko on his Enve 6.7's was tearing the bunch apart, the only thing that kept my legs turning fast enough to stay on his his wheel, was the desire to have an end to the ride and a start to the coffee consumption,  dropping the wheel would have delayed my gratification.

Strava link.

D: 46.2km
A: 199m

Commute:

The 'Beast from the East' - Vladimr Karpets.

D: 10.4km
A: 183m

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

1/05/2013

NRR:
I'm assuming the dude that drove the short version of NRR this morning was Darcy Woolley, because that's what his top tube said. I wasn't feeling the love in my legs, and this guy was just hammering out a solid pace for kms at a time.

I rolled over the top of him a few times out of pure guilt, but mostly I just let the man do what he was doing, smacking it.

Strava link.

D: 45.8km
A: 193m

Commute:

D: 25.8km
A: 242m

PMPW: 95kg