Friday, 8 November 2013


Bak Pocket Express:
I asked Youngie if I could hook up with his Friday morning crew for some beach road shenanigans. Of course the answer was yes, I'm pretty awesome after all, and who wouldn't want me along for a roll?

I co-opted DK to come along, his first semi serious ride after a bit of a pasting by an infection. We were running late so had to haul arse to make it to Port Melbourne at the ungodly hour the ride started. I distinctly remember thinking that I was glad that pain was done, and glad that it was likely the worst pain I'd feel today. Oh how wrong I was.

The ride rolled hard, two up, down to Mentone. Dave and I were together and pulled between Brighton and Blackrock. I was concerned at how eager Youngie looked, but I've played with him enough to know if you weather the initial enthusiasm it's not too bad.

Into Reserve Road, a place I knew the boys would be having a crack, I jumped onto Dave's wheel as he made a point to Youngie. I got a free tow to the win and a renewed confidence that I was one of the fitter boys in the bunch. We rolled back to Blackrock, then the pain started.

The group is pretty much 100% rowers and ex rowers, and they were smacking off some brutal track turns. I looked down at one point and saw 181bpm, and all I was trying to do was hold a wheel, not push my own air. I pulled the chute after one turn along Ormond Esplanade, waiting for the few guys that had pinged off the back, to ensure I went to the right cafe.

Strava link.

D: 60.8km
A: 204m


D: 4.9km
A: 40m

The pain of this massage surpassed what I endured this morning on the bike. Nervous laughter, sympathetic sweats, biting my tongue to feel some sense of control over the pain in my body... it was all there.

Trying not to tense tired and sore muscles as thumbs, forearms and elbows were raked through them was particularly difficult. In the end I tried to push the muscle(s) back into the pressure, ensuring it was the opposing muscle that was working.

PMPW: 94kg

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