Wednesday, 31 December 2014

31/12/2014

Rest:

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

30/12/2014

Rest:


PMPW: 85kg

Monday, 29 December 2014

29/12/2014

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Kruses - Pigeon Bank - Dawsons - St Kilda East:
I was already getting myself ready to ride when my riding partner pulled the pin, so I headed out the door for a solo session.

I pushed on the pedals. I pushed on my pain barrier. I pushed on a few thoughts.

After giving myself a nudge on Mt Pleasant, a road that requires intense concentration to keep pushing, I turned for Warrandyte and roads that gave me no choice but to dig. If you don't dig on Kruses, Pigeon Bank, or Alma you're walking. Everything but "smooth" and "power" cease to matter, and in my tired state, that was perfect.

Strava link.

D: 96.4km
A: 1,705m

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 28 December 2014

28/12/2014

Rest:

PMWPL 85kg

Saturday, 27 December 2014

27/12/2014

Hell Ride:
This time of the year is amazing for it's lack of traffic on the roads, but that's partially offset by the lack of cafes open. I had a leisurely coffee, then a roll to Black Rock with Turner to meet the Hell Ride. To my horror the cafe we were meeting at was closed, and it was only through some tempo riding, and a short macc order that I managed to get some caffeine in before the bunch rolled out.

I rolled through on the way south, then tried to break the bunch on Olivers. Instead of breaking them, I almost broke myself. 2 or 3 riders got clear, I pushed to catch them, but instead found myself used as a launching pad for those who'd sat in the bunch, meaning I was eternally just off the back of an increasing group of riders. The lights at Humphries brought it all back together, but my confidence was dented, and I sat on wheels only hitting the wind to go around flagging riders.

I wanted to sprint, but I just didn't have it. It would have been cool to though. Lined up in front of me were Hendo, Koen, Baden, Troy Clarke, and a few NRS boys.

Strava link.

D: 100.1km
A: 372m

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 26 December 2014

26/12/2014

Rest:

PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 25 December 2014

25/12/2014

Rest:
Today featured some sprint work... but not by me.

PMPW: 85kg

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

24/12/2014

5:45 NRR Long:
There wasn't anyone truly scary in the bunch today, though that's not to say it didn't contain quality... just that there was no one who could destroy all comers single handed (read: legged).

Halfway up the last kick of Kars, and coming into the 2nd roundabout of Baden Powel, I came off wheels and ensured that there was no one getting a free ride by driving the pace. Both times, I'd question if it was wise to spend anything before Canadian... oh well, that was for later me to deal with.

On Canadian a freshly married and strong looking Dan Pickering pushed clear, and was eventually joined by one other. A small bunch formed behind to limit the damage, and I tacked myself on the back of them. For once, I didn't kick hard on the final pinch, I wanted to see the difference a little less stress would make on Two Bays.


 I might not have hit it here, but the moment I took this, the bunch did.

From the first speed hump, when the road started to point upwards, I knew it'd be touch and go for me. Lach Davidson, and Jules Floures set tempo on the front, and it had me hovering around my limits. Moves that happened as we started to see house numbers were a struggle to cover. We'd caught the two escapees from Canadian, but a strong move went up the right with 4-5 riders. It was too fast for me to kick onto, so I waited a moment or two in the wheels, and as we approached the final corner, went solo. I entered the roundabout satisfied I'd got the pain in, and the stats tell me this was my 3rd fastest time. I'll take that.

On the way home it was big group turns with a slight taily. I thought it was tough until some lights split the bunch, and we were faced a chase with less manpower. 52-54km/h pulls with box section wheels soon had me wishing for my carbon tubs, or several more coffees.


Strava link.

D: 96.3km
A: 493m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

23/12/2014

Rest:
It's not related to cycling, but it did influence my decision not to ride this morning... we got a puppy.

The little tacker needs to get up every few hours during the night, and it's not leaving me feeling well rested, or eager to ride... but in a few years, I'm expecting him to rock some sprints.


Finn the whippet. Tiny puppy, massive troublemaker.

PMPW: 85kg

Monday, 22 December 2014

22/12/2014

Commute:
Have you noticed that pumps and tyres are getting more expensive every year? It's due to inflation.

D: 6.4km
A: 48m

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 21 December 2014

21/12/2014

Rest:
I wanted to go to the zoo today, but i heard the only animal they had was a small dog.

It's a Shih Tzu.

PMPW: 85kg

Saturday, 20 December 2014

20/12/2014

Hell Ride:
That was a giggle, and pretty quick too. The Christmas Hell Ride is always a good one, with riders hitting the front hard in attempt to get away and secure glory for the year to come.

Today, the rider hitting the front hardest, was Hendo. Gregory seemed to take great pleasure in ripping off the front with a couple of riders in tow, and seeing what damage he could inflict. I gotta say though, I thought that was awesome, and loved every moment of it. It's quite probable my joy came from having my race wheels in still, and thus an extra few watts up my craft undershirt.

After shenanigans in the hills, including kicking clear up Olivers I was all about the sprint. I wanted to win it, and I felt like I was a chance. Coming over Rickets the legs felt good, and I was sitting around 12th, I found Smax and asked if he'd give me a hand, and moments later he'd dragged my grinning face past everyone else and into the clear (or so I thought). I punched off his wheel just a moment before he flicked his elbow (perfect!) and then kept myself low and powering. I was sure I was clear of the bunch, I was sure the finish was closer! I was hurting, but committed. I stayed committed until about 50m to go when Rico came flying off my wheel with a couple of others in tow.

Oh well, next year I'll win the Christmas helly for sure!

Strava link.

D: 97.3km
A: 392m

PMPW: 86kg

Friday, 19 December 2014

19/12/2014

CX Belgie:
I've wanted to do the Wednesday morning "Belgie" ride that Dusty, Pikey, et al have been running of late, but it's tough given racing etcetera. Anyway, when I heard there was a crew hitting it this morning, I figured it was my chance to try something different.


I reckon I need to get to the Wednesday edition, because the dynamic between blokes on CX bikes, and those on roadies on a route that features tarmac, gravel and a tiny bit of dirt.... well, it'd be a hoot when it's a big group that all know the way. This morning, our crew of 5 was made up of 4 new to the route, and Dusty, so shenanigans were tempered to times where the route was obvious to all.



As the photo from Wilko I'm unashamedly embeding shows... it was not a bad morning for it.

Strava link.

D: 56.5km
A: 634m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 18 December 2014

18/12/2014

Rest:
I was going past a bakery on fire this morning, the place was toast.

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

17/12/2014

St Kilda East - HCC Marshalling - HCC Crit - St Kilda East:
I didn't expect to be much chop racing tonight, so opted to marshal D grade first to get some extras done. To my surprise, I felt pretty good come race time, possibly because of the race wheels still in my Venge, possibly because of my caffeine levels.

Anyway, I found was finding it easy to hold position and mark attacks. A few got up the road, and I patrolled the front until Lukey Aggett lost contact, then I tried to bridge. I spent a few laps trying to get across, but ended up falling short and acting as a spring board for others to make it. Once I got my heart rate, breathing, and legs back under control, I quickly realised that it was a potentially race winning move.

So, I was faced with a dilemma, it was too far for me to bridge solo, and bridging or chopping off turns in a chase would cut my legs out from under me, leaving me with minimal sprint. If I didn't bridge/chase, I would likely not get to sprint. I chose to wait and hope, sitting in the bunch and running quick surveys to see how interested others were in working together. As we neared the end, I once again reached the point of training. I wasn't going to get much out of sitting in, and there was no chance of a sprint without any work, so I got to the front and made my legs hurt.

We never did catch the break, but I got a ripper workout, and confidence to carry to the next race.

Strava link.

D: 78.4km
A: 810m

PMPW: 87kg

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

16/12/2014

Commute:
A few house keeping items, firstly sleep ins are delightful. Maybe not as delightful as attacks that stick, but still not bad.

My knee is still an ongoing concern. I'm not as religious about my daily foam roller or "the stick" treatment, which implies it's improving, but it still aches a little every now and then just to remind me it's not right.

I like riding bikes. I've probably come off a bit of a sad sack of late, but that's just me highlighting where I've got room for improvement. Riding bikes is rad, riding bikes faster might be even radder, unless that made life less rad, in which case it's probably not as rad.

Finally, I think I need to take more pictures. I used to carry my little waterproof point and shoot camera everywhere, and pull it out on the reg. I'm going to try and do that again, so prepare for #foreverbuttphotos.

D: 11.9km
A: 129m

PMPW: 86kg

Monday, 15 December 2014

15/12/2014

Commute:
I'm super tired today, and I have a vague memory of being spiderman and battling vampires. I'm mostly certain it was a dream, but i'm not really cognisant enough to be certain.

D: 10.2km
A: 32m

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 14 December 2014

14/12/2014

St Kilda East - SKCC Marshalling - Shimano SuperCrit - St Kilda East:
I rolled in early to St Kilda to keep my routine intact, and to ensure my little E graders were kept company. That (E grade) went well, I let the pace creep up from what it has been in the past, and in the last lap or two it blew apart when a couple of dudes attacked.

With those dozen or two kms done, I threw on a marshall's vest and went out with D grade. The speed was similar, and because I wasn't rolling turns it was easier at times. As the only Marshall I was honestly getting a little bored, so played the game of "how long can I coast round the back for, and still roll onto the bunch in the start/finish straight?"

I spent the next few hours alternating between chatting with folks, and sitting quietly, with 45 minutes until the race, I grabbed my first coffee, then just before we headed out to the course, I grabbed a double. Once I pulled up my skin suit, I was mentally fairly calm. I'd ticked off the things that would help me race, and now it was just time to race.

Now, the super crit itself. I feel that while I could easily sum it up in a few short sentences, that I owe it more than that.

So, let's start with the good stuff. I finished the race (in the bunch), and achieved my best ever threshold power to weight (4.8W/Kg for an hour). During the race I helped shelter and move up both Dom and DK when they came backwards through the bunch from what I assume were attacks/efforts.

That seems like a short list, and I suppose that's one of the reasons why I'm feeling somewhat nonplussed. My influence on the race feels super minimal, and at the end, I didn't have any legs left despite doing my best to conserve energy. I spent most of the race as good as last wheel, and struggled to get further up the bunch. Normally last wheel is fine, but there was some heavy braking into the final turn most laps, which meant there was a long acceleration out of it, which made it hard to accelerate faster than the bunch and thus move up. I'm positive the dudes at the front weren't slowing to 40-45km/h like I was, so I was wasting energy lap after lap, but most frustratingly... I couldn't do anything about it. At times it felt like I was racing a fast D grade, which is not at all what I expected. In my mind I expected to be racing pros, but in reality they were 60 odd wheels up the road, and I never really experienced what it was like to race next to them.

I'd like to do this race again, but if I do, I need to come in with better fitness so that I can actually be involved. Sitting in the tail of the bunch for 80 odd minutes isn't why I get out of bed in the morning, and it's certainly not something I'd list as a season goal.

Strava link.

D: 129.1km
A: 136m

PMPW: 85kg

Saturday, 13 December 2014

13/12/2014

Rush Shop Ride:
The shop ride was predicted to be big due to Mick Rogers coming along, before racing the Super Crit for us tomorrow.

The roll down was a nice two up affair. I jumped clear a few times so I could get some photos of it all, before chasing back onto the tail end. There was talk of cruising home too, so I was mentally prepared for a couple of hill sprints to get a bit of a leg opener in before tomorrow's race. Thanfully it wasn't necessary, as we split into the standard faster and slower groups, and set for home.

I went with the faster group, intending to take a sit, but instead rolled turns all the way back to St Kilda. Once we got into a rhythm, it took a bunch of legs, but not a lot of brain to keep going. The best sit was from James Tomkins, and the worst was a draw between the 5'5" David Loakes, and the 6'1" Rogers. You'd think with a couple of world championships, and several world tour wins, that he would be be able to afford a few sandwiches now and then, but all signs point to him struggling to earn enough to feed himself.



Strava link.

D: 64.1km
A: 266m

PMPW: 86kg

Friday, 12 December 2014

12/12/2014

Commute:
The cold that hit me last Friday is still hanging around a little in the form of a chesty cough, so I skipped cx friday, and instead took some extra sleep, and took a lazy roll down to the beach after work.

It was a nice arvo for a roll, and because I was just out to enjoy warmth, the ripping headwind along the foreshore didn't really bother me. I wasn't trying to set any land speed records, I left that to those going the other way along the bike path.

D: 13.4km
A: 56m

PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 11 December 2014

11/12/2014

Commute:
I'm concerned that all this thought about the Shimano Supercrit is making me too tense. Yesterday I felt like a tipi, and today I can't shake the feeling I'm a yurt.

D: 8.5km
A: 38m

PMPW: 84kg

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

10/12/2014

Commute:

D: 6.2km
A: 38m

HCC Crits:
It was a great relief to me to note, that there was no Drapac truck hanging out at the crits this week. It was just Wouter Wippert in red, and even his 7th place  from the @ 2011 u23 road worlds getting legs weren't enough to make me nervous... he's just par for the course now.

I took myself off the front from the start, hoping to kick start myself, but despite 2-3 laps solo and a further 2-3 paired with Mitch from Saint Cloud, I never really felt it. The headwind on the bottom straight kept the bunch  together, and I just hung out at the back with business Wilkie, practising the art of dropping wheels and catching back at the exit of the corner.

Before the race, I'd promised I'd do what I could for Dunny, but it didn't really work out that way. I hit the front coming round for 2 to go, just at the moment when Bing attacked. I set a steady tempo, aiming to keep the bunch behind me, but allow Bing to maximise his chances. When the two blokes who kicked with him didn't co-operate, I shut all three down, and then pulled off at the bell so I could watch the sprint.

Given my lack of motivation, or goals today, I'm not going to think much about if I did good or a bad, it's done, it's in the bank, and the eyes are firmly on Sunday.

Strava link.

D: 45.4km
A: 432m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

9/12/2014

Commute:
My body woke at 6am, not a bad sign after sleeping to 8am yesterday, so I rolled to St Kilda to meet Youngie for a post NRR coffee.

D: 4.9km
A: 28m

Smiths Gully Xmas Ride:
If I had to sum up tonight's ride, it was that my fitness was writing cheques that my skills couldn't cash. I was confident in my ability to pedal a bike, but there was no efficiency, and no smoothness to go with it. Trying to hang with Bellie and Rohin resulted in crossed eyes and extended periods well above threshold heart rates.

I bounced around on the trails like a 4 year old who'd been given 2 espressos and 4 shots of red cordial. My ability to ride uphill switch backs a distant memory, and confidence in my tyre's side knobs consigned to fossil records.

That all sounds pretty negative, but that's not the feeling I left the night with. I had no problem copping a cardiovascular flogging, and ridding poorly on dirt is still a hoot. I spent a lot of time forgetting about how good I used to be, or how great others still are, and just existed in the moment, perched precariously on the tip of my saddle and on the wheels in front. Struggling to ride the balance between power and smoothness up rutted and rocky ascents.

Strava link.

D: 27.2km
A: 669m

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 8 December 2014

8/12/2014

Rest:
Today's post is in the form of a haiku, because like a dog left home alone who decides to chew on the curtains, I am bored and entertaining myself.

Forever coughing,
It is doing my head in,
There's no bike riding.

PMPW: 86kg

Sunday, 7 December 2014

7/12/2014

Rest:
The good news of this morning is my sinuses are no longer clogged, but it seems that's only because the production of mucus has shifted to my lungs. I'm not excited about not training two days in a row, but I don't want to push my body and prolong this sickness.

PMPW: 85kg

Saturday, 6 December 2014

6/12/2014

Rest:
I'd planned to go north with Jimmy, but the combination of rain heavy enough to wake me, and the snot factory my face has turned into, I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep.

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 5 December 2014

5/12/2014

CX Shenanigans:
Puddles? Puddles?! Given spring was so nice to us, I'd almost forgotten that trails could get little sections of water and wet earth. So, it took me a moment to process what to do when faced with such this morning.

Transverse roots and logs you hop, rocks you look for a clean line around or over... but puddles that take up the (w)hole trail... where do I go... oh god my bike and legs are going to get dirty!!

Strava link.

D: 36.3km
A: 368m

Commute:

D: 5.8km
A: 22m

PMPW: 84kg

Thursday, 4 December 2014

4/12/2015

Commute:
A mate and I often send each other photos of our coffee, with comments about how important the coffee is to us at that time. E.g. [Photo of a short mac] "necessary".

This morning I felt the coffee, was so important, that I decided against pulling out my phone as it would have delayed the coffee.

[Photo of a flat white]
"life saving"

D: 25.2km
A: 174m

PMPW: 84kg

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

3/12/2014

NRR:
I didn't really feel the love this morning. It was a little like Tuesday of last week, the HR stayed low, and I power never came freely.

Still, after Mordi, I started to roll turns with the dozen or so others coming through, and was thankful that I made the bunch this morning.

Strava link.

D: 47.0km
A: 181m

Commute:


D: 5.6km
A: 48m

HCC Crit:
I was confident about this crit, the legs and heart have been working well together recently, and I figured I could influence the race, throwing out a few attacks or chasing some others down. That is, I was confident before I arrived at rego to find the Drapac truck parked, and 8 of their boys kitted up and getting numbers.

I'm ok with admitting I was bloody intimidated, but when one of their red clad arses hit it off the start line, I chased him down while towing the entire bunch. Breaks that go on the first lap offend me, it feels rude, and I will not let it stand.

Now that I've sounded like I had some control over the race, let me categorically state that that was the one and only time it happened. From then on out, I was firmly at the mercy of others. All bar 2 laps took over 1,300W to get out of the bottom corner and onto the wheel in front. Anytime a break was chased down, another pinged off the front, normally driven by a Drapac rider. Even when the race winning break was out of sight, the pace never really let up. I spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about the bottom corner. The best line, the highest speed I could carry into it, and when I could get on the gas again. Get it wrong and I'd have to punch 1,500W out.

When I eventually got up the courage to take a turn on the front, it was for a turn along the bottom of the course. I settled myself at 450W, knowing it was solid, then as I approached the corner, I realised that it would be "easiest" to stay on the front up the hill too. I "only" managed 1,006W, but by getting to the top of the hill I had a few moments of recovery before I had to kick onto the back of the bunch down the hill.

A few laps later, I rolled to a stop at the top, spent. It was 4 laps to go, and while I'd say now I could have maaaybe finished, at the time I was mentally done. Constantly forcing my body to unload that much power took it's toll.

Strava link.

D: 50.8km
A: 509m
PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

2/12/2014

St Kilda East - Brighton - St Kilda East:
I looked at my bike at 5:40, noting that magic fairies had failed to swap out my race wheels for me, and decided that I'd ride them on Northy. At that time, I really didnt have much of a choice, if I changed them, I would miss the bunch.

After a bit of faffing about, I left home about 4 minutes later than normal, worried I'd miss the bunch, but confident if there was any bike setup to achieve it, it was this one. Then, 50m from home, I got a flat.

I went home and did what I should have done last night, put my training wheels in, then rolled down to Beach rd for some solo kms. I had plans of catching the end of NRR, but I was on the wrong side of the road when they came through. Oh well.

Strava link.

D: 31.0km
A: 108m

Commute:

D: 12.5km
A: 97m

PMPW: 84kg

Monday, 1 December 2014

1/12/2014

Commute:
It's been several months now since I began using the ol' foam roller on a regular basis, and I've learnt some things.

Firstly, if you want to feel like you're a supple leopard, roll fast. The pain will be minimal and you will assume everything is a'ok.

If on the other hand, you want to hate life, and induce serious sympathetic sweats, then go slow. Maybe, you know if you're feeling truly masochistic, you pause on a particularly painful spot... then slowly move a relevant joint. If this is more your style, i'd strongly advise removing your socks though, as mine felt like they were on fire this morning.

D: 9.4km
A: 82m

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 30 November 2014

30/11/2014

St Kilda East - SKCC E grade Marshalling - St Kilda East - SKCC A grade - St Kilda East:
An easier day yesterday, big wheels, a skin suit, extra coffee, a caffeinated gel and white socks. That's the check list of additional things I had or did today. I figured if I was going to have a trial run, I wanted to tick all the boxes. They worked well too. I felt great all day (maybe a touch skittish after the gel), and finished with a throw for 5th.

I found myself moving around the bunch far easier, and able to head off the front to either create, or join small breaks. At around 35 minutes in, I was pretty convinced the race was going to come down to a sprint, so I started to sit in more. Floating through the bunch I found James Dunn too, and declared I was very, very, very eager to have a crack at the sprint myself, and he graciously offered a hand. In hindsight my caffeine enhanced enthusiasm was amusing, others no doubt over heard my loud proclamations... but I didn't care. They were welcome to try and take me on.

In the last 10 or so minutes, I found Dunny, I lost him, I found him again, I directed him, I lost him again, I found him again. Add in a crash behind us somewhere that caused a yellow flag, and it's suffice to say that it was somewhat of an emotional roller coaster. Round corner two and James pulled out and hit it up the right, just as O2 went up the left. We drag raced round the sweeper, O2 just head with a few on their wheels. As we came to corner 4, we weren't quite level pegging, then a moment of indecision led to a slight brake drag, and finally I was into the start/finish straight, James holding towards the middle of the road, and a half dozen guys with a small gap ahead. I put myself into my pedals, I drew up past dunny and did the calculations on if I could chop over him to access a cleaner line up the left. I was gaining on the back of the front group, but running out of road to overhaul them and get myself into a place. I threw for the line, maybe edging out whichever O2 rider had the final lead out duty, maybe not. It was a throw for 5th. It was a throw for pride, and I can tell you that I'm chock full of that pride right now.

I'm not proud of a 5th per se. It's hard to put into words what exactly I'm proud of... maybe the right word is confidence, satisfaction, or maybe even hope. Lets for the second go with happy. I'm happy that I am in good enough form to compete in a sprint, and it eases some of the tension I talked about yesterday.

Strava link.

D: 110.3km
A: 147m

PMPW: 85kg

Saturday, 29 November 2014

29/11/2014

Hell Ride:
Before I rolled out of bed this morning, in fact even before I rolled into it last night, I was in two minds about what riding to do. The problem is the Shimano Supercrit, and how to be best prepared or it. On one hand I want to take the absolute best fitness into it, on the other, I want to see how good my fitness currently is and to test out racing on big wheels. The former approach pushed me towards another ride in the hills with Jim, the latter to racing tomorrow, and thus an easier one today.

I eventually decided on getting a Hell Ride in today, but I'm guessing you'd already gathered that. I rolled out of home at 6am with freshly shaved legs, and the intention to do some damage to the bunch up Olivers. After a coffee in Black Rock, I rolled across the road to say g'day to everyone else gathering for the ride, my intention was still to do some damage up Olivers. There's a trend here, but it hit a hiccup shortly after. All was good when we rolled out, it was even good when I danced from the front of the bunch to an attack that kicked clear early. No, where my intention wavered was when we were up to speed, the turns were hot. I glanced down at one point to find 56km/h displayed on the GPS, I breathed deeply and prepared for the ramp in power required to come over the top.

In bugger all time we were at Frankston, and I got myself to the front, actually, scratch that, I was on the front. A couple of VIS kids kicked as we approached the base of Olivers, I waited. A group of dudes rolled up the right and I picked up my pace. I knew I'd have to find a path through them in a moment, but for now I was happy to take a sit. When we hit the start of the service road and the start of the steep gradient I got up out of the saddle, it was time to find a path forward. I passed 3-4 riders almost immediately, and as I prepared to pass another I had a moment of panic. It was Zak Dempster and I wasn't sure if I was making a massive mistake. Adrenalin might have made me over confident... or worse, I could be poking the bear and prompting even more pain than he'd been dishing out earlier. I went around him anyway, got to the top and sat up to take some photos to surprised exclamations of "is that a real camera?!". Kids these days!!

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I had a bit of a play on the next few hills to Mt Eliza, but was a little too out of position to do anything worth noting. I sat in for the return leg, before having a crack at the sprint. I didn't feel amazing, and when the wheel I was on failed to cover moves, let alone move up, I found myself having to start from behind a gap. I was happy to find that not only could I cover the gap, but power through most of the dozen or so riders ahead of it, and finish up in around 4th.

Strava link.

D: 102.2km
A: 392m

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 28 November 2014

28/11/2014

CX Shenanigans:
It ended up  being a solo mission today, but despite a lack of unsuspecting people to turn up steep climbs, I found some giggles. Being solo meant that I had the pump track to myself, so could get a dozen or so pedal free laps in without having to worry about passing moves. Being solo also meant I could push as hard as I wanted, and get myself to more trails than we have been recently. Basically, I had a blast ripping trails in the early morning light, with my brain slowly reducing thoughts until it was just about the best lines. There were some drifts, there were plenty of hops, and there was a totally spazzed out stack.

I pushed on some sections, and if I was being honest, it was strava that kept me that way. I hit a couple of steep climbs, and I knew someone, somewhere, would have made a segment for them, and that they, and possibly others, would have had a crack. It feels kind of dirty admitting a web leader board might drive me, even if only for 100m at a time, but I've typed it now, and if you're reading it, then I've obviously not been able to backspace out my terrible, terrible shame.

Strava link.

D: 46.6km
A: 486m

Commute:

D: 3.7km
A: 18m

PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 27 November 2014

27/11/2014

Commute:
I was talking to a running mate of mine today, and it seems that not only do we share a lot of training modalities, we also share a bit of a love of good equipment. It turns out, that if you don't get your gear right for a running race, you will likely suffer the pain of defeat.

D: 10.0km
A: 58m

PMPW: 85kg

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

26/11/2014

NRR:
That felt a lot better than yesterday, the legs moved when I asked them, and hitting tempo power came a lot easier. Case in point, when DK attacked coming out of the golden mile, it seemed relatively easy to smack it across to the first guy to crack and chase him, and then roll through and set a steady effort into the headwind.

Strava link.

D: 46.0km
A: 173m

Commute:

D: 5.4km
A: 21m

HCC Crits:
This too was better than last time/week. I even went off the front early, for shits and giggles.

I found it far easier to change position in the bunch, early on that was to have a dig or two, then when a break got established with Bing in it, I tried to keep an eye on the front to ensure nothing got across without me or DK. I felt like I was coming through the corner better, holding better speed, and not losing much ground to the wheel in front. The few times I was on the front into the corner were a different story, my confidence dropped, and I honestly believe I need to go down with some cones and work to visually understand the line.

Back to the race for a moment, the break stuck, so I went from patrolling near the front, to once again dumping out my legs. This time I put in a full lap on the front, even temporarily dropping everyone over the top. The full lap got be back to the hill, and there was no chance for me to get back on to the bunch, so I pulled up early and yelled at Bing during the sprint for 2nd (a TKM rider slipped away from the break).

So, today I've had two 46km rides, both of which have left me feeling a lot better about the my fitness. I suppose that just like yesterday was probably a bad exception, it's possible that today was a good exception, and my real fitness is somewhere in between. I'll take it though, yesterday got me a little bit sad panda.

Strava link.

D: 46.3km
A: 435m

PMPW: 86kg

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

25/11/2014

6am NRR:
Oh man, I felt flaaaaat this morning. At one point on the highway I lost an arm warmer while trying to roll it up with it's mate and pocket them both. I had that moment of "should i go back and get that?" and decided that given it was an old pair, featuring a hole in the left arm, that I would sacrifice it in the hope of getting better training.

When I got home and reviewed, insult was added to injury. It was the intact one that slipped my grasp, leaving me with an old, holey and mateless arm warmer. It kind of summed up how I felt this morning pretty well.

Maybe because the session didn't do much for me, or maybe it's because I haven't had much influence on crits (yet), I'm starting to worry about the Shimano SKCC Supercrit, and how I'll fare racing it.

Strava link.

D: 44.0km
A: 164m

Commute:

D: 5.3km
A: 32m

PMPW: 85kg

Monday, 24 November 2014

24/11/2014

Commute:
It's rainy days like today that make me fantasise about bikes with full fenders, and possibly a front rack.

My commuter has done about 7 years of service, and while the zefal flamingo does solid work out back, water splashing off the seat tube and down tube makes me far wetter than I feel is necessary. There's a tonne of geared frames out there, some beautiful creations of steel or carbon, but I actually don't want a gears, nor do I want a nice bike.

I want a bike that I can be locked to a metal pole with little thought about it being a target for theft. I want trusty parts that will continue to work through season after season, but still retaining some elegance. For instance, I have a set of old/used Dura Ace 7800 cranks hanging out, a relic of my Trek Madone that has since gone to heaven. They'd make a bloody solid and reliable crank... but even at close to 8 years old... they're a bit too nice.

Anyway, sitting around with slightly damp and chilled feet, makes a bike with full fenders sound bloody good.

D: 7.3km
A: 34m

PMPW: 86kg

Sunday, 23 November 2014

23/11/2014

St Kilda East - SKCC Marshalling - St Kilda East:
I had a surprising challenge this morning, after rolling around with E grade, I was standing around having a coffee with Ritchie, you know, just chatting away. Anyway, up strode the race director and asked if I/we could help out marshalling a junior grade.

There were only 3 young dudes racing, but it was almost more of a handful than the dozen or two we had in E grade. I think I need to do it a bit more to understand what the kids are capable of, and thus what I can help them achieve. At the moment, I think the goals should be #1 Safe, #2 Fun, #3 Fast.

Strava link.

D: 42.9km
A: 62m

PMPW: 86kg

Saturday, 22 November 2014

22/11/2014

St Kilda East - Iron Bark - Mine - Hewitts - School - Church - Flat Rock - Nicholas - St Kilda East:
I wasn't feeling super enthused, partially because I thought Downie was coming, and though I know he's had a couple of years without much riding, what he used to do to me/us on the bike is burned into my brain. Thankfully he didn't turn up, but a fitter version of Jim did. From the outset he half wheeled me, and on the first climb (Iron bark rd) he was a presence on my hip until the final couple of kickers.

That was sort of the tone for the day, good pace between climbs, and hard work up them. By the time we turned up Flat Rock rd we were both starting to feel a little cross eyed, and the steep and loose dirt climb of Nicholas emptied all we had left. We were so spent that we shared a can of coke at the Kangaroo Ground general store, before heading home through Eltham and Banyule flats.

Up until now we've run a system of "today's extras is next week's standard", or to put another way, each time we've ridden, we've added an extra climb to what we did the time before. I think we've about topped out on the time we each have to ride, so from here, we'll need to alter the route in different ways to keep it interesting, and our legs progressing.

Strava link.

D: 132.3km
A: 2,211m

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 21 November 2014

21/11/2014

CX Shenanigans:
Ah CX Fridays, you're a mental rest day, and a physical training day all wrapped up into one. Loose surfaces, with lots of rocks, combined with skinny tyres mean that even at full noise up a hill, your mind is on so many things other than your legs.

It was also good to get Pikey back out, as not only is he nearly as enthusiastic as Bing, but his passion for it all means he's always gone out and found new things for us to ride. Today's new section was a little loop of the Yarra Bend golf course, an endless series of whoops that's got some serious replay value.

Strava link.

D: 34.8km
A: 362m

Commute:

D: 9.1km
A: 70m

PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 20 November 2014

20/11/2014

Commute:
It's a sign of how much my weight has changed that most days I have to correct it from 90 something kg to 80 something kg, so on Tuesday I went and got some blood done, with the results due today.

I was meant to get a call today if there was any drama, and there has been no call... which should mean that I'm not going to die of whatever they tested me for. That's re-assuring, and I'm not going to suggest it doesn't offer some level of comfort... but... I still have no idea why I'm suddenly 10-12kg lighter that I have been for years.

Oh well, you know what they say. Don't look a gift power to weight ratio boost in the mouth.

D: 7.8km
A: 67m

PMPW: 85kg

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

19/11/2014

Commute:

D: 5.6km
A: 32m

HCC Crit:
I've had juuust enough time since racing to cool down and think about it, and I'm going to put a thought out there. HCC is exactly what I need midweek.

I wouldn't go as far as saying it's easier than the yarra st hill sprints I've donbe the last few weeks, they're both brutally hard, it's just that they're hard in different ways. The reason I think HCC is good for me is that I believe I'm lacking in aerobic fitness, and with an average HR of 171bpm for the 48 minute race... well, I reckon she's just the ticket.

The race itself had some interest, with the start of the win coming when a few guys slipped up the road on the first lap.  A few more went across to them a lap or two later, then a few more after that, meaning not long into the race a good break of 8-10 dudes were away, and no concerted chase was happening. The bunch slowly picked up the tempo (arf arf arf punny), and we were within 10-15m of the catch when a crash at the back of the break took the wind out of the sails. Everyone sort of took a moment to consider the two dudes on the deck, and forgot to forge on. Just to be clear, I had no part in the pace making until that point. Pre-race I'd planned to roll the dice and wait for the sprint, but in reality, I was getting worked pretty hard in the bunch. Sure there were a couple of gaps that needed covered, and I generally found I was coming out of the hairpin slower than others (so had to kick harder), but it was only when we were coming through for two to go that I put myself squarely on the front and drove the bunch.

Strava link.

D: 57.8km
A: 532m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

18/11/2014

6am NRR:
I rolled some turns on the way south, but the pace wasn't really earth shattering and my mind was on the hill out of Black Rock. Obviously I've used it as a cheeky tester of myself and the bunch before, and today was no exception. I wanted a cheeky test of where I was at (could I push myself for 2ish minutes), and where I was at compared to others (could I ride people off my wheel). Of that latter point I became pretty confident when several attacks strung out the bunch up Rickets. I knew there would be hurting legs.

At the top it was just me Pauly Addler. I was happy with how hard I'd pushed, but I felt I'd cheated the bunch slightly. It was slightly messy when I rolled to the front, and if it was hard to get onto my wheel to start with, then that means I didn't ride people off it. Anyway it was good to get the cheeky test in, and I'm not disappointed with how my body responded... I think that means I should be good for tomorrow night at HCC, and might be on track to race ok at the SKCC super crit.

Strava link.

D: 48.5km
A: 179m

Commute:

D: 6.4km
A: 51m

PMPW: 86kg

Monday, 17 November 2014

17/11/2014

Commute:
I used to be convinced I was indecisive... now... well, I'm not so sure any more.

D: 11.7km
A: 58m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 16 November 2014

16/11/2014

Rest:
I was singing in the shower this morning, and all was good until I started sudsing up. Then it turned into a bit of a soap opera.

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 15 November 2014

15/11/2014

St Kilda East - Arthurs Seat - Arthurs Seat - St Kilda East:
We caught the Hell Ride south to Mt Eliza, then headed on to Dromana for some time on Arthurs Seat. Aimz opted for a single ascent, Lee any myself went for two, CJ Fuller stopped at three, and we all left Row Dever alone to finish his sixpeat by himself.

The Helly was a bit of a giggle, I rolled some turns to keep myself up front, then went clear over the top of Olivers. I was hoping to repeat that performance up past Canadian Bay... but hard attacks from behind steadily tore up any tickets I had spare, leaving me to roll with the bunch.

I knew CJ was going to be doing specific efforts on Arthurs, and figured I'd try and hang with Rowan, who claimed to be just tapping out a tempo. However that tempo was well over my threshold numbers, and I soon had to let him go and play with Lee instead.



Neither of my times up the hill set any records, with the faster first attempt being almost a minute slower than my best, a time set back in March with most of the same crew.

Strava link.

D: 156.5km
A: 1,451m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 14 November 2014

14/11/2014

CX Shenanigans:
Oh man, my bunnyhop timing is atrocious on the CX bike, it feels like I've never done one before. The front end comes up about 3.5cm, then the back, at some uncertain time, does just enough to unweight the sidewalls. I feel like I'm trying for the first time.

Anyway, dirt was ridden and giggles were had. There were also a bunch of pinch flatted tubes, which makes me glad more companies are starting to release tubeless tyres. Tubeless CX, get on it, seriously.

Strava link.

D: 34.0km
A: 285m

Commute:

D: 6.3km
A: 45m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 13 November 2014

13/11/2014

Commute:
Since joining forces with Total Rush a couple of years ago, I've have a pretty big change of heart regarding how clean my bike should be, especially my drive train.

A clean bike is certainly a nice thing, and lends itself to important things like being able to instagram it anywhere, any time. A clean drive train on the other hand, is more than just being pretty, I now firmly believe it has performance and to a lesser extent, cost benefits too. You don't have to believe me on the cost side (it helps prolong chain, cassette and chain ring life), I certainly wouldn't have a few years ago, but the performance side should be easy and cheap for you to test yourself.

Anyway, those words above are just a prelude to me talking about bike washing, and the technique I now use. I clean my chain most weeks, and my whole bike every few weeks on a as needed basis. I live in an apartment, and do this all outside with a bucket of supplies, a hose, and an air compressor, with the air compressor just there to speed up the drying process so I can lube my chain straight after washing.


This, along with a rag or two, is what my bucket contains

1. Aerosol Degreaser ($3 a can, good for 1 incredibly filthy drivetrain, or 2-3 cleaner ones)
2a. Truck wash ($12 for 1L, dilute it 10:1, a 1L should last you 30-40 washes)
2b. Garden sprayer ($15 1.5L, good for a year or two)
3. Big soft paint brush ($5-$10, should last you yonks)
4. Kitchen brush ($5, should last you yonks)
5. Park Tools GSC1 ($10, should last you yonks)
6. Small paint brush ($5-$10, should last you yonks)

So, first step is to clean your drivetrain, and for that, a can of aerosol degreaser (1) from a local auto store is amazing, and worth the $3 cost. I just lean my bike against a wall, and aim the jet of liquid from the can at the lower portion of my chain as I back pedal the cranks. Grease and crap melts away, under the combined might of high pressure and chemicals.

If it's a particularly dirty chain i give it the occasional rinse off. Once the chain is approaching spotless, I have a go at the chainrings, cassette and the teeth of my jockey wheels. I try to be cautious around those last items, the jockey wheels, as there are teeny tiny bearings close by that get sad if you remove all their grease. If in doubt, apply degreaser to a rag and use that on them instead of a direct stream from the can. The park tools brush is helpful for stubborn grease on chain rings and cassette. I keep mine solely for this job so I don't transpose any latent grease to other parts of my bike.

When you're done with your drive train, give it a rinse off with a hose. You'll likely notice that in the process of getting it spotless, you've splattered the surrounding area of your bike with filth, which is what we attend to next. If I'm just cleaning my chain I only clean the rear wheel and the stays at this point, if it's a whole bike was day, I do the whole bike, either way, I don't leave the mess I made over the rest of my bike.


Chains tend to have writing on them, and silver inner links. Keep cleaning until you see these things. I keep cleaning until I can run the chain over a finger or rag, and it doesn't leave a grease mark of any kind.

Right, so CT18 (2a), diluted roughly 1:10 with water, and whacked in a hand pressurised garden sprayer (2b) is my cleaner of choice. Allegedly it's gel formula wont harm paint, chrome, copper, aluminium, steel or a bunch of other things, which makes it suitable for a bike, I also think it works pretty well at cleaning. Anyway, I spray it all over my bike, including the wheels and drivetrain. I use a big fat paintbrush (3) to massage it into small spaces of my frame (back of the fork crown, near the front derailleur, under the BB). You might want to take out your front wheel to make getting at the inside of the forks, and the rear for the inside of the stays... I generally don't because that takes effort, and means my bike frame will touch the ground. I use a stiffer kitchen brush (4) to scrub my rims, especially the brake tracks, and if I've removed my wheels to clean my brake pads.

Once that's done, I hose off the bike, giving the drivetrain an additional rinse for luck. At this point, I consider my bike clean, but obviously severely lacking in chain lubrication. I cheat and use a narrow nozzle on a air compressor to dry my chain, and with any air left in the tiny tank, I blow excess water away from bearings and bushings on other parts of the bike (derailleurs, wheels, brakes). Pre air compressor purchase, I wiped my chain off with a rag, and gave it an hour or so to dry.

Now that my chain is dry, I apply some lube (currently that's Boeshield T9), leave it for a few hours to sink in, and then wipe off any excess with a rag. If I'm feeling super keen, I'll apply a small amount of light lube (Prolink gold) to my derailleur bushings to keep them super smooth.

After all that, my bike feels like it doesn't have a chain, and any noise is an indication (to be confirmed with a gauge) that my chain has stretched, and needs replacing before it chews out my cassette.

D: 5.6km
A: 49m

PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

12/11/2014

Commute:
I got a few laps of the lake at lunch with the tiny Canadian, her holding a once sided conversation, while I tried to hold a triple figure cadence.

D: 24.0km
A: 138m

St Kilda East - Yarra st reps - St Kilda East:
HCC was cancelled tonight, a big crash in D grade laid someone out, and the wait for all the kings horses and all the kings men to put them back together again, was looking like it'd eat up our racing time. Frustrating for me, but the right decision. To the dude who lay on the tarmac for a while, I hope it's nothing too serious, and that you heal up soon.

Anyway, and after opening my fat mouth earlier to tell Brad Eastwick he'd have to do Yarra St because he had missed entries, I had no choice but to go do Yarra st reps for the 2nd week in a row. Dunny said he would only be up for 5, and after the unhappy times of last week, I chose not to argue. Less reps didn't mean it was easier though. At the end, I was once again pale, shaking, and nauseous.

With less reps to do, there was no space for complacency, especially not with Dunny and his mate Mat doing them with me. Ever present, and thus possible witnesses to the outward manifestation of my internal struggles.

Strava link.

D: 35.2km
A: 473m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

11/11/2014

6am NRR:
I think it's best to ease a little, after clocking neigh on 500km last week, so I took this morning as an opportunity to get 50km in the legs, before a couple of late spring flat whites on Chapel st.

The ride itself was the opposite of last week, I seldom saw my HR reach the 160bpm point that was a lower limit/call to action. I popped my nose into the (tail) wind once, for the sprint, hoping to chick the entire bunch with Nicky Whitburn, but instead won on my own when she lost the wheel. I felt oddly disappointed, a 65km/h+ sprint win was not what I wanted..

Strava link.

D: 49.7km
A: 195m

Commute:

D: 15.6km
A: 107m

PMPW: 86kg

Monday, 10 November 2014

10/11/2014

Commute:
Ross Enamait has timed it his words perfectly, and once again given some much needed perspective (linky).

There's some good thoughts in there, but it was ones in particular that helped me today.

"It is important to understand that you will have bad days. It is inevitable."

"I never let one day define the life that I have lived for several thousand days."

D: 6.5km
A: 164m

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 9 November 2014

9/11/2014

St Kilda East - SKCC Crits - Slack Rock - St Kilda East:
E grade, a roll to St Kilda, D grade, A grade, and then a roll to Black Rock. Somewhere in there I drank a few coffees, and reinforced some already dramatic tan lines.

What didn't happen in there, was me having much in the way of legs. In hindsight the reason why was given to me on the second activity of the morning. After getting off the dunny, I jumped on the scales and was surprised to see 84kg. I haven't seen 84kg since 2002ish, I'd just bought a trek 8000 disc to ride around town. I'd also cut my calorie intake by several loves of bread a week, and my weight plummeted from a heady 107kg-ish. Anyway, it was down that memory lane that my brain went, rather than thinking that I was perhaps still dehydrated from riding in the hot conditions yesterday.

In A grade, I mostly floated around the bunch, moving Richie up a couple of times, and pulling one or two turns to help limit a breaks advantage. None of it felt good, and often I was dead last, just wondering what was going on, and if I had any right to consider myself an A grader.

She'll be right, and given I've already got my entry for HCC on Wednesday sorted, there's no point worrying about what was, it's time to concern myself with what will be. I will be racing, and I will be aiming to influence the race.

Strava link.

D: 159.7km
A: 197m

PMPW: 84kg

Saturday, 8 November 2014

8/11/2014

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Reserve - Clintons - St Kilda East:
Starting the ride by heading North was a genius idea, and for it I have Wilko to thank. It meant that once the training part of the ride was done, we had a tailwind to ease the legs home.


@MelbourneCyclingLeague's photo

I spent a bit of time hanging back to ensure a couple of our crew knew which way to go, leaving Danny Cohen, Gene, and sometimes Wilko to play at the front. When we got to the Christmas Hills antique store, I took things back to my own terms. I introduced everyone to Reserve Rd, then lead the way up Clintons.

By this point my power meter battery had given up the ghost, so I was riding on HR and feel... neither of which seemed to be well calibrated. The heat was jacking up my HR, and my body is a known liar. Rising up Clintons Rd, rolling green paddocks with cows who showed little interest in our passing, slipped by on the left. I went into the right hander, the bit where the road kicks hard, with a heart rate 10 beats over threshold and Gene on my hip. I resented him being there, but in the same breath was glad he was around. His presence kept me, and the effort honest. If he hadn't been on my hip, I wouldn't have dug as deep or hurt so much, and for that I'm resentful/thankful.

Strava link.

D: 102.0km
A: 1,694m

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 7 November 2014

7/11/2014

CX Shenanigans:
Going CX riding with a bloke who can hammer you on a road bike, and drop you like a hot potato on a mountain bike, does not seem like a good idea on paper. Thankfully, we weren't on paper, we were on bikes, which were in turn on dirt, and as I already know (and you really should too) riding on dirt is always good.

It seems there's currently not a standard Friday morning CX group, but that's no reason not to get out and giggle with Bing.

Strava link.

D: 26.9km
A: 324m

Commute:

D: 8.1km
A: 33m

PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 6 November 2014

6/11/2014

Commute:
Last night I felt horrible after the yarra street reps last night. I've already mentioned it, and it's not really a surprise given the nature of the efforts... but what is a surprise is that I still don't feel 100% today. There's a mild feeling of dissociation with my body and the world, it's like the end stage of a hangover, the bit where you've got past the nausea and headache, but the brain isn't fully online.

D: 6.6km
A: 32m

PMPW: 85kg

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

5/11/2014

Commute:

D: 8.9km
A: 43m

St Kilda East - Yarra st reps - St Kilda East:
I turned up for HCC's crits around 6:10, only to be told they'd sold out all grades. Despite my levels of caffination, I was pretty deflated, but there were other options near by, including the ever fun Yarra St.

So, after convincing Luke Aggett to come with me, we set about an emotional 10 lap journey. Four any way you like to Sir William St, then one seated to the same place, repeating the pattern twice. I felt like I was coping ok until around rep 5, then I went to a dark place for a while.

Even after we'd finished up and rolled back to the crits I didn't feel too chipper. I sat on the big gate, watching C grade, then A grade finish off their races, feeling nauseous the entire time.

Strava link.

D: 39.4km
A: 750m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

4/11/2014

6am NRR:
I'm starting to think something magical happens on public holiday bunch rides, lights go the bunch's way, and more dudes are willing to work hard, but smooth turns. The clock had barely ticked over 6:48am by the time I rolled past BP, blowing hard after lead out duties.

It took until around Southland for almost the entire bunch to start rolling through, sometime before that, a little bored, I went full Belgie and ducked into the service road, and attacked hard. A set of red lights spoiled what was a good gap, but the giggles I heard wafting across the nature strip made the effort worthwhile.

Strava link.

D: 50.0km
A: 194m

PMPW: 86kg

Monday, 3 November 2014

3/11/2014

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Kruses - Menzies - Nichols - Alma - St Kilda East:
I took today off work to make it a 4 day weekend, but still I had plans in the arvo, and thus couldn't just spend all day in the saddle. Most of my mates did though, so they were starting late, and going long, so I ended up on a solo mission, something I haven't done in a while.

The old solo mission is an odd mental place, for me it means planning a route that gives me little choice to push hard, because otherwise I'm prone to just cruising along. For me, there's one area of Melbourne that screams enforced effort on the bike, Warrandyte. It's the home of some of the steepest roads I know, and most of them are relatively car free which means a very personal experience.



I hooked out through Banyule, and over Mt Pleasant, my HR barely rising out of the doldrums. I gave the legs a few squirts, and still the beats per minute struggled to get up towards threshold. I spent some time thinking about what going on with my body, and then before I knew it, I was turning down Kruses Rd and the option to soft pedal was taken off the table. At the top, heart rate finally indicating effort, I turned into Pigeon Bank, then Nichols, then Alma.

I never again saw those soaring HR numbers, so got home unsure at the quality of my session, then I saw the power data and climb times, and they were good... made me slightly giddy good. I'll put the depressed cardio numbers down to a lack of sleep last night.

Strava link.

D: 95.2km
A: 1,823m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 2 November 2014

2/11/2014

St Kilda East - SKCC E grade - Black Rock - St Kilda East:
I didn't feel like racing would be anything other than a donation today, so after working with a fresh batch of E graders, I headed South to Black Rock with DK.

Instagram later showed me that Gerro turned up, which made me a little sad about my decision. His last few seasons have made me somewhat of a fan boy, and any opportunity to see the stars of our sport seem a shame to miss.

Strava link.

D: 58.4km
A: 164m

PMPW: 86kg

Saturday, 1 November 2014

1/11/2014

Rest:
The weather was plain old poo, so I kept the couch company instead of riding.

While lazing around with weekend television, I gave time to a thought that's been bouncing around my head of late. The cause of my recent 10ish kg weight loss. I haven't set out to drop the weight, and to me, there hasn't been much of a change in my diet. Exercise wise, I've obviously had some fluctuation, but that hasn't resulted in any comparable changes to the number on the scales.

So, just for the giggles of it, I might go to the local GP and get a bunch of blood work done.

PMPW: 86kg

Friday, 31 October 2014

31/10/2014

NRR:
I took the CX bike out this morning, with the intention to have an easy spin with the regular Friday northy. I watched the TT boys kick off,  I watched Skinny and Dave Sewell kick after them... then when another small group of guys kicked, I accidentally chased them, and thus my intentions were discarded.

I'm not going to pretend that I enjoyed myself, but I did get a solid workout in trying to hang onto TT riders while only having access to a 46T chain ring. I think I saw my HR dip below threshold once during the trip back up to St Kilda, but it's possible the puddle of sweat that had formed on my GPS was causing diffraction.

Strava link.

D: 45.8km
A: 187m

Commute:

D: 7.9km
A: 32m

PMPW: 86kg

Thursday, 30 October 2014

30/10/2014

Rest:
I was going to write about the pencil I broke today, but it was pointless.

PMPW: 89kg

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

29/10/2014

Commute:

D: 5.2km
A: 48m

HCC Crit:
It's never a good sign when after finding out it's your first week back racing, that people giggle. Right up until that point I was in a calm and stable mental place, I knew it was going to hurt, but it was what I had to do. Post giggles, I was nervous. Had I underestimated how much pain I'd be going through?

In the end though, I did about what I expected. I hurt, I made it to the end of the race, I did a tiny bit of work.

The power data suggests the demands were on par with racing last year, with heart rate matching some of the harder races. This means I am down a little bit aerobically, which is about where I thought I was. The upside is, if I can get that extra aerobic ability back, I will be able to mix it in the race more, rather than a half hearted break, and a final lap effort to try and bring back the break for Adrian Jackson.

Strava link.

D: 47.9km
A: 500m

PMPW: 87kg

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

28/10/2014

6am NRR:
With a race tomorrow night, and no riding on the weekend, I felt it best to get some hurt in this morning. Sitting at the very back of the bunch talking with Boomtime wasn't the answer, so after we'd exchanged pleasantries, I rolled myself all the way to the front and pulled a few turns.

I don't recall when, but a little time later, I made myself a rule for the ride, and given how well it served me, might need to go into the playbook. Any time my HR was 160bpm (or lower), I had to go to the front. If I was 2nd wheel... to the front. If I was 30th wheel... to the front, and perhaps consider not being soft and drifting so far back next time.

This rule gave me some good moments, including a turn from mid pack as we came around the bend in Mentone towards Rickets. I was holding a solid 450W with only a few wheels left to cover when we reached the right hander back into the wind. 450W became 650W and those last few wheels seemed like a herculean task to cover. It got the hurt in alright.

Strava link.

D: 43.8km
A:186m

Commute:

D: 11.5km
A: 114m

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 27 October 2014

27/10/2014

Commute:
The worst part of this morning's commute was convincing myself to do it. Once rolling it was actually pretty fun. Cars drivers were slowing to a crawl, and loosing their minds.

If I was on a bike with full fenders,  I probably would have extended my gloating route.

D: 6.5km
A: 30m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 26 October 2014

26/10/2014

Rest:
If they were important enough for old cowboys to write the song 'Get along little doggy', I wonder why sausage dogs didn't feature more in their films.

Saturday, 25 October 2014

25/10/2014

Rest:
Alright, the forecast for next week is starting to firm up, I think it's time to publically commit myself to a course of action, to give myself no wiggle room, and ensure that it comes to pass.

I'm going to race HCC's crit next Wednesday night (29/10/2014), in A grade.

Friday, 24 October 2014

24/10/2014

Rest:
I'm sure I've asked this question before, but it bears repeating, as I've never really come to a satisfactory answer.

If a ride happens without any form of data tracking... did it really happen?

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 23 October 2014

23/10/2014

Commute:
For a change, I ordered a pot of finely flavoured earl grey, and one of mild oolong. I told the waiter I wanted a to enjoy the subtle teas.

D: 6.0km
A: 43m

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

22/10/2014

5:45am NRR Long:
I lay in bed after my alarm went off at 5, working out if I'd told anyone I would be at the ride, working out if I'd done enough training yesterday and over the weekend to be able to explain away not riding today. After a few moments, it was a single thought that got me up and going.

"You never regret going."

With a slightly more awake brain it's obvious that it doesn't hold true in all situations, but it did today, and it was the difference between action and inaction. For that reason, those few moments flat on my back with a HR of around 55bpm, were just as important as the 8 minutes I spent on Canadian Bay and Two Bays rds with a HR soaring past 180bpm.

There were some good legs in the bunch today, but a mix of upcoming races (Grafton-Inverell) or lack there of, meant there weren't too many being aggressive on the front. Bensley, well... he was worth several men this morning. He attacked on every single climb, forcing riders to ask themselves questions. I asked a couple of questions of myself, and mostly the answers were drool filled mumbling.

Strava link.

D: 93.4km
A: 513m

Commute:
Some folks at work needed a tender delivered to the CBD pronto. So with great delight I volunteered to get it there personally. Little did they know, I'd also planned to live out some minor cycling related fantasies.

For a brief few moments, I was a pro rider, as I totes got paid to bum around on two wheels. While I didn't do any mad skids, and my fixed gear bicycle is equipped with a hand operated brake (which I used), I still nodded to all the couriers I saw, an act of camaraderie. Basically I was just a walky talky, front rack, massive messenger bag, many tattoos, disdain for traffic laws, and an actual job with a delivery company away from being the envy of several 2007 hipsters .

D: 19.1km
A: 231m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

21/10/2014

6am NRR:
I think it was slow today, or I'm tired, but I worked turns all the way south and my HR stayed pretty low.

The only time it passed threshold on the way back was when I tried to 1 man the Blackrock-Sandi hill. It wasn't a convincing effort, and Dave Tozer roller over me a bit past half way.

Not a very exciting bunch of words, and I suppose that's fair as it wasn't an eventful ride. Coffee on the other hand was an event worth getting out of bed for.

Strava link.

D: 45.8km
A: 177m

Commute:
I cut a few sneaky lunchtime lake laps with the tiny Canadian. I tried to keep the pace fast enough that there was a breeze, but easy enough that I didn't sweat too much.

D: 21.6km
A: 110m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 20 October 2014

20/10/2014

Commute:
Somewhere between my commute home on Friday arvo, and the one today, they made the hill from St Kilda rd up High st steeper and longer.

It's fair to say, that I feel tired today, but despite CBFs I still had to get on the foam roller before bed and work on my ITB so that I'll be functional tomorrow for Northy.

D: 7.6km
A: 21m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 19 October 2014

19/10/2014

St Kilda East, Blairgowrie, St Kilda East:
There were 3 things vying for the coveted title of "hardest things about today".

Firstly, getting to the start of this ride at 5am was definitely not easy.

Secondly, hanging on when Dom got bored and laid out watts on the front gave my recent power numbers a good nudge.

Finally, setting tempo between rounds of Dom destruction, into the northerly insistent on shoving every piece of pollen in victoria into my eyes and up my nose, was taxing too.

The ride was a joint venture between AMG Berwick and Rush. They provided a couple of hundred black clad riders up for an adventure. We provided a few dozen pink clad riders to help make that happen, and happen happily. Like the regular Saturday morning shop ride, there were different speed groups, to allow for a range of abilities.

I set out first with the fastest group bound for Blairgowrie and a cooked 2nd breakfast. I had my nose in the wind for most of the trip from Frankston down, then all the way back. Our little bunch of happy riders got split up by the kick of Olivers, so I rode with a few of those that got tailed off until breakfast. After some eggs, bacon and a coffee, we set our little group back out onto the road and into the headwind. Dom was obviously the strongest rider, at times dragging a ragged single file line of riders down the road, so he stayed on the front for all bar a few kms before Mordi. I put myself next to him as often as traffic (cars and cyclists), and my legs allowed.

Strava link.

D: 175.8km
A: 888m

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 18 October 2014

18/10/2014

Hell Ride:
I felt pushed during the very middle and the very end of the Helly today, and both were times when I was on the front. Otherwise I felt pretty relaxed about it all, and that's a confidence building experience.

It was Olivers and the subsequent rollers that made me happiest. I was able to chase down a break and drop everyone up Olivers, and then helped a small group stay clear through to Mt Eliza. CJ Fuller was the dude who attacked first on Olivers, and after waiting for others to cover it, I took it upon myself to get up to him and another, then clear over the top.

A last minute decision on the run into Ricketts saw me put myself at the aid of Lach from Artisan for the sprint, pushing the wind and the pace from before the final right hander into Black Rock to around 200m to go. It was a good chance to think about and practice a continual increase of speed until the final drop off.

In summary, it was a top morning weather wise, there was no naughtiness in (my part of) the bunch, and couple of solid efforts for my legs. 

Strava link.

D: 95.5km
A: 401m

PMPW: 90kg

Friday, 17 October 2014

17/10/2014

St Kilda East - Albert Park Lake - St Kilda East:
I'm not saying that rolling a few easy laps of the lake, then having a couple of coffees on Chapel st, before finally going home for a further two coffees was a mistake... but I had a shorter attention span than a goldfish on meth, while at work this morning.

Strava link.

D: 21.7km
A: 113m

Commute:

D: 8.3km
A: 62m

PMPW: 89kg

Thursday, 16 October 2014

16/10/2014

Commute:
You know you're on the early morning bandwagon when getting up at 6:30am to stretch feels like a super sleep in. Granted the tiny Canadian might not fully agree with those thoughts, but this is my blog, she can write her thoughts on hers!

D: 7.0km
A: 45m

PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

15/10/2014

NRR:
I rolled into this one with a poor mental attitude, and in return my body never wanted to party. I sat on the front until Southland, a move motivated by wanting to be near the front, and not wanting to be the jerk who rolls up and pushes in at 5th wheel. After Southland I didn't get further forward than 3rd wheel until there was 900m to go in the ride (to BP).

I probably should have validated the first idea up there before typing it out, but it's done now, I'm 4-5 lines later and there's no going back. I suppose it's not really a bad thing that I had an easier day in a week that I've designated as one where I want to take it easier. I had a vision of having less hard days, but still going moderately hard on those days, and I guess that's where the poor attitude thing comes from. On a micro level (individual rides), I thought I should be going hard, on a macro level (the week as a whole), I feel it should be easy.

Strava link.

D: 44.1km
A: 151m

Commute:
In other news, I'm told that today is ride to work day. Coming off the end of northy I joked about walking to work. I rode, you know... because walking is silly, and was surprised that there was less evidence of people riding to my office building than on normal days.

On a micro level that's good for me, as I got a bike park. On a macro level it's a worry, Steve puts it best "more people on more bikes is more better.".

D: 6.9km
A: 36m

PMPW:87kg

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

14/10/2014

Commute:
A friend linked this article to me today, it's not terribly long, and didn't offer any insight to me, but the final paragraph did resonate.

"I love long-distance cycling because it's a leisurely, gentle, human-powered way to appreciate the landscape. It makes a person feel completely alive. Moreover, it transforms that post-ride meal — whatever is on your plate - into a glorious recharge for the body."

D: 8.3km
A: 61m

PMPW: 86kg

Monday, 13 October 2014

13/10/2014

Commute:
Ok, last week was solid, but I'm feeling tight (left itb) and there's a bit more discomfort in my left knee, so this week I'm going to back it back a little, and get some quality rest and stretching done.

It doesn't hurt matters that the weather is forecast to be pretty poo until Friday, maybe I'll forgo the bike entirely and pull out the kettle bell again, or maybe it's time to sit on the ergo. Neither sounds appealing right now, but give me a couple of days without endorphins, and strange things could happen.

D: 7.8km
A: 32m

PMPW: 86kg

Sunday, 12 October 2014

12/10/2014

SKCC Crits:
After consultation with the ATO on the status of my payments to SKCC these last two weeks, I now view my time today in a different light. I'd hoped my $15 would be viewed as a charitable donation, a tax deduction to offset against my accrued PAYG balance. It's not to be though, it seems that neither SKCC nor the riders winning have filled in the necessary forms to be classed as a DGR.

To put it another way, and hopefully with far less acronyms, the only thing I contributed to the A grade race today was cash. No one was getting a sit on my wheel, because I spent a good part of the race up the back, wondering if I'd be able to get anywhere near the front. The one time I went to the front to chase a move, it came back in half a lap. I assume based out of pity for my pained pins rather than fear of my lackluster fire power.

I'd like to thank to thank whichever corner marshal swept up my shattered illusions for sparing me the ignominy of ruining others tyres and days.

Ok, so it's not actually as bad as all that, but a bit of melodramatic melancholy makes for a bit of fun. I assumed I wouldn't be to much chop today, after my time in the hills yesterday, and in truth I did struggle to even move up the bunch during the race, come the sprint for 3rd I couldn't get to, let alone help Richie and Ben.

Strava link.

D: 101.8km
A: 125m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 11 October 2014

11/10/2014

St Kilda East, Hewitts, School, Mine, Gosfield, Flat Rock, Alfred, Nicholas, St Kilda East:
Riding up a little dead end road in the middle of no where (Alfred Pl), my breath coming hard, my legs struggling to deal with the ever increasing gradient, I thought of an equation that seemed apt. If you see more wildlife on a ride than you do humans, it's a good ride. Today's was a good ride.


My arse, Stephen's photo.

Jim and I took the route from last week, and applied the theory of "if some is good, more is better", by adding a couple more climbs, and a couple more riders. We hit most hills hard, and cruised the flatter bits in between while shooting the shit. Once again, I giggled when both my front and back wheels drifted a few inches through the gravel at the turn into School Rd. A different giggle returned just before the right hand turn a km or two later, the one that hid a wall of bitumen that I was sure Stephen hadn't met before.

Last week I spent a bunch of time playing with Jason on hills, half wheeling all the way to his limit. This week I tried to just do my own thing, and give each effort an honest go, before circling back to whomever was coming up slowest.

It wasn't just the ups that I was pushed on, Rich Read was dominating all the descents, and forcing me to employ every aerodynamic trick in my book to even get a sniff of a roll off result. Pedals flat, head dropped between the shoulders, heck I even had my sunnies on to clear up the flow around my eye sockets.

Strava link.

D: 143.9km
A: 2,377m

PMPW: 89kg

Friday, 10 October 2014

10/10/2014

Commute:
I didn't make eye contact with the policeman I saw this morning while riding around the lake. With all this extra training, I was worried he'd nab me for resisting a rest.

D: 13.2km
A: 78m

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 9 October 2014

9/10/2014

6am NRR:
I made it, and I suppose I should be happy about that, though I really thought I'd be able to roll more turns than I did... I just felt flat, and left the pace making to others.

Thinking about where my knee/recovery is, I'm slowly getting happier. Being able to do 100km rides, and backing up days on the bike is great. There's still background discomfort, but it's no where near what I experienced after starting up again post my trip to Canada in June.

I've still got a few tests to go, the first one is a bit of a mental hurdle too. Racing a grade at HCC. I'll give myself a couple more weeks of longer rides before I get there, and once there, I'm going to try and give myself permission to hurt (a lot).

Strava link.

D: 46.3km
A: 178m

Commute:

D: 7.1km
A: 45m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

8/10/2014

5:45am NRR Long:
I apologise in advance if this becomes like a first person race summary,  I've had so many battles on NRR long over the years I think of it as a race. So much so, that I was just as nervous about this morning, as I was about lining up for Sunday's crit. Thankfully, it's Warny week, so a lot of the dudes who've been tearing legs off were absent.

Firstly, holy crap it was a big bunch. At a guess I'd put it at 40-50 riders going long off of the 5:45 bunch. When everyone rolled through for turns, which happened for a bunch of the trip down and the trip back, it lead to panicked "oh god I'm too far back" when in the slow lane.

I set times up Canadian Bay and Two Bays that feature in my top 10 all time best times, which is nice, but I couldn't hold onto a surge that happened around house #30 on Two Bays. Adam McGillivray cracked in front of me, so I headed around him, only to find the rider in front of him had cracked too leaving a gap to the 6 lead riders. It was a bridge too far, and I had to revert to finding my own pace for the final km.

It was around then that another rider come up to my hip, and announced he'd written me off earlier as a sprinter. I was pretty solidly in the box, so squeezed out a couple of words to confirm that I am... then I dug deeper. The incentive to dislodge him into 'beaten up a hill by a fat bloke' shame, was enough to find an extra 100w for a few moments.

Close to Mordi, I had my best ever interaction with another rider about their (wrong) behaviour. A guy had ridden up the inside and past a car waiting patiently to go around a stopped garbage truck. It wasn't planned, but when the bunch, who'd waited behind said car came along side, I simply said "dude, that wasn't the correct decision". Later, when we had a moment at some lights he happily engaged on the subject, rather than coming in super defensive.

Strava link.

D: 94.9km
A: 510m

Commute:

D: 6.9km
A: 33m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

7/10/2014

Commute:
With this whole rehab/management thingy going on with my left leg, I've been diligent(ish) with the foam roller on it, but the right leg hasn't really been getting any love. It's definitely a case of the squeeky wheel gets the horrible horrible pain.

Now, I don't know if it's related to the rolling, or the concentration on pedalling smooth, or recent weight loss... or what... but sitting on the couch, admiring my legs (as I often do), I've come to notice the left leg has better definition than the right. So today the right side got some foam roller love too... just in case.

D: 8.2km
A: 62m

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 6 October 2014

6/10/2014

Commute:
The other day I was watching the old Disney Wizard of Oz movie, and I gotta say, I'm sad that Scarecrow never won an Oscar. He was outstanding in his field.

D: 7.8km
A: 34m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 5 October 2014

5/10/2014

SKCC Crit:
I turned up early and rolled around with e grade, but skipped D completely, because the grades have changed times this year. Last year, E and D were back to back, and then there was a gap while the women's grades raced where I could get a coffee or two, pin on a number, and relax for a few moments. Anyway, I rocked up for A grade, and lined up with the simple goal of seeing how fit I am.

The answer to that simple question is, not amazing, but not horrible either. I never feared I'd get dropped, and I grabbed wheels that were bridging to attacks, but on the other hand, moving up the bunch wasn't simple, and I wasn't confident to bridge to moves solo.

There were a lot of attacks through out the race, but everything was getting shut down after a few laps off the front. By halfway through the race, I was confident it'd come down to a bunch kick, and I could thus become even less attentive than I had been. It was during this time of quiet confidence (not in my legs), tucked away in the pack I spied a rogue shopping bag blowing across the course. If I'd had a sports camera mounted under my bars, it would have been the most beautiful thing I'd ever filmed. I ran over it, and moments later I knew it'd gone straight into my rear mech.

I spent the next few minutes clearing it from my gears, before rejoining the bunch. I rejoined at the back of the bunch, only to a lap or so later see the 3 to go sign. I was way too far out of position, and on the wrong side of the bunch from Ben Abels. I moved myself up a bit, and found Sam from Artisan, and told him to get on. I made ground where I could, but we were still 30 odd riders from the front as we got the bell for the final lap. Coming out of turn two I drove up the side, under the encouragement of Sam. I made it up to the top 10 coming up to the final turn, indicated to him he should go inside me, and continued straight on instead of trying to get my spent body around the corner safely.

I'm happy to have a race under the belt, and to get my nerves of failure put to bed.

Strava link.

D: 90.1km
A: 96m

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 4 October 2014

4/10/2014

St Kilda East - Hewitts - School - Mine - Flat Rock - Nicholas - St Kilda East:
When Jim told me we were meeting a 3rd rider, "Jason", my heart skipped a beat. My mind instantly thought Jason Jackson was coming, and I had flashbacks to when he, John Claxton, and Jeff Williams user to tear me apart. Kind of crazy that after all these years, and after the number of kms I've done, these guys still scare me.

Anyway, it wasn't Jase Jackson, so my nerves eventually settled down, and we rolled out towards Strathewen through the apple orchards of Arthurs Creek. The ride tempo was the one with Jim a few weeks ago, generally genial, with a few efforts to get the blood flowing, and answer a few questions. I concentrated on my legs and breathing on the first few efforts, then on later ones I played with Jason a bit.



We covered a few more kms, and turned up a few more climbs than the other week, but once gain, the t-junction at the top of Nicholas lane signalled the end of the ride. If you look it up, you'll note that's still a long way from home, but it's the only way to describe the mental change. From there on, it's just a commute home, the hills aren't for training or competing on, they're just hills. It helped that we had a warm wind at our backs, pushing us home.

Strava link.

D: 133.5km
A: 2,132m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 3 October 2014

3/10/2014

Rest:
I plan to stretch the legs out tomorrow with Jim in the hills, so I nervously hit the foam roller a couple of times today.

I've been at it most days, rolling up and down my left side, most of my weight stacked over it, then getting out the lacrosse ball for the hip. I don't feel like I'm clear of all issues, but I do feel like it's holding at around a 2 out of 10, thus the tester tomorrow.

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 2 October 2014

2/10/2014

6am NRR:
Nothing to really report, I rolled along in the bunch for most of the ride, thinking about my clothing choices for the day, and trying to decide if I'd made a mistake.

Strava link.

D: 47.1km
A: 174m

Commute:

D: 7.6km
A: 36m

PMPW: 89kg

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

1/10/2014

Commute:
I'm going to make a statement of intent, and thus commit myself to action.

I'm going to do NRR long soon, basically on the first reasonable weather opportunity.

D: 6.1km
A:43m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

30/09/2014

6am NRR:
I accidentally attacked at the start of this ride. I was on my way up, when Ryan Cottrell went off the front to get an effort done. I knew from experience that we didn't need to chase him, but figured I'd go set a tempo on the front of the bunch to keep everyone calm. I approached the front rider a bit fast, and given it was Nathan Wood, I decided to coast the last meter or two so he could hook on. To my right Youngie flicked past to chase Ryan, then when I looked left, I realised I'd missed Nathan completely. In other words, I was in a horrible no mans land, faster than the bunch, but slower than the two in front. So I did the sensible thing and buried myself to chase Ryan and Mick.

After a while, and a whole heap of hurt, I finally failed to catch the two riders, who'd now started working together.

I worked a few more turns before Mordi, but none as spectacular, and certainly no others that required a hand of god to get back up to speed. After Mordi I moved up the bunch, said g'day to a few dudes, but mostly tried to sit in. Then, I took a deep breath and put in my first effort on the Black rock / Sandi hill. There was no bunch destruction, but I gave myself a good whiff of pain, and found myself still a bit shy of digging into the hurt.

At the end of the ride I had a bit of a giggle. I'd found Nicky Whitburn, and was taking her up the bunch for the sprint. Partially because I think the chance of chicking a whole bunch is hilarious, and thus worth the effort. Mostly because I enjoy the act of trying to guide another rider, smoothly, and with as little effort as possible, into the perfect sprint position. It's complex, it's uncontrollable, it's simple, and it's easy. It's like a mathematician looking at a whiteboard sized equation and finding beauty. Then, to my right, Jono Cantwell rolled up and told me to get on, and did the same for me, and I got a glimpse into a whole other dimension of mathematics.

Strava link.

D: 47.3km
A: 184m

Commute:

D: 5.8km
A: 37m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 29 September 2014

29/09/2014

Commute:
I think a new term and acronym needs to be coined. Delayed Departure Muscle Soreness (DDMS aka double d em es). It's related to DOMS, but rather than being an issue of when you start to feel sore, it's about how long you feel sore for. Today is the 4th day, and I thought for sure I'd be clear of any issues, but no, no I'm not.

Damn you DDMS!

D: 14.7km
A: 68m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 28 September 2014

28/09/2014

St Kilda East - Mordialloc - St Kilda East:
There was a ripping nor', nor' westerly wind, enough to make me reconsider riding, so I knew I had to take action to commit myself to a ride, cue sending a message to Youngie last night to organise one. I knew this had risks, Youngie is pretty much guaranteed to want to box himself on a ride, which in turn boxes me, and that's not always what I want. Anyway, I thought that after a few weeks of illness, the risk would be reduced as, maybe he'd want to take it easy.

I still held that belief, the one that the ride might not be full noise, until we were halfway down bay st, getting ready to hit the beach and the tailwind. It was then that Mick started talking about how much fun it was going to be. This isn't code, he really believes hurting himself is fun. I took solace that with Scott and Adam helping out, I could probably find a sit, and would likely set some Strava PBs. In the end Adam sat on, and I chopped out track turns with Mick and Scotty through to Mordi.

I'd had little time to think in the 38ish minutes the trip took, but somewhere a spare neuron was firing away, calculating how much trouble I was in if the boys wanted to do this back into the wind to get home. Thankfully we took a break to refill bottles, which got my heart rate back to and below threshold, before setting off back to St Kilda in a far more polite two up configuration.

With a couple of coffees consumed, I headed north past home, partly for the extra time to chat with Mick, mostly because I wanted to finished my ride with the taily.

Strava link.

D: 68.3km
A: 287m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 27 September 2014

27/09/2014

Rest:
I knew I wouldn't get a chance to ride today, it's part of what got out the kettlebell on Thursday, and me on the bike yesterday.


In other news, I heard that in London, a man gets stabbed every 52 seconds. Poor bloke.

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 26 September 2014

26/09/2014

NRR:
When my alarm when off I thought about not riding, but after a minute or two convinced myself to get up and just do the recovery bunch. Then, after a minute or two on the bike I convinced myself to do the fast bunch.

The DOMS have arrived, making me wish for a handicap rail in the toilet, but once rolling, I didn't actually feel that sore. Maybe it was the distraction of leaving home early, but ending up very late after stopping to chat to a mate with a flat tyre, and chasing the bunch for a km or two down the highway.

Once again, the TT turn out wasn't huge or scary (Tom Leaper was there, but only for recovery), so I kept out of the extension equipped crew's way and was thankful to get a bit of extra speed on another lovely spring morning.

Strava link.

D: 46.9km
A: 177m

PMPW: 97kg