Friday, 31 January 2014


CX Shenanigans:
I'm glad I pushed through the CBFs to get out the door this morning, because cross bikes are hella rad on the yarra trails.

Pikey and Court were both ready to hit a random assortment of singletrack after a quick coffee. Inner Yarra trails, Darebin, mid Yarra trails, and back to some inner ones. Each punchy climb and section of twisting trail the game was to try and lose the others. The singletrack was easier to achieve this, as on the more open climbs Andrew's roadie legs could come out in full force.

Strava link.

D: 50.3km
A: 510m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 30 January 2014


I've got that hollow feeling that follows a hard session. You know the one, your body slightly tingles, and feels listless, while your brain is mildly detached.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll have some list.

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 29 January 2014



D: 6.2km
A: 87m

HCC Crits:
First the bad things that happened. Devastating things really. On my way up to the crit, I like to open up the legs on the Church st hill between Swan and Bridge, given the southerly I figured I'd see what sort of time I could set, you know... have a crack at whatever strava segments are around. I felt great, the power numbers were awesome, and I was stoked with myself until I looked down and realised I hadnt started GPS.

Alright, now the crit itself. I didn't know how well I'd go, so mostly joked about sitting at the back collecting tickets all night. In reality I know that's a dumb move at Hawthorn, there is a fair whip out of the bottom corner due to braking up the bunch. It's very much not Glenvale or SKCC where the back is no less risky than 8th wheel (unless you count the risk of a break going and you missing it).

Aaaaanyway! I hid as best I could, moving up wheels out of the bottom corner when I had a few spare heart beats and watts. When I didnt, I clun desperately to the one I was on, hoping they'd hold the one they were on. Some time after the sprint, the pace not really easing up, games of break chicken started. Guys would fly off the front, or a wheel would be dropped and the bunch would be faced with a choice. Let the riders up the road win the race, spend some energy and commit to chasing them down, or conserve energy by sitting on and hope someone else would chase them down. At around 20 minutes of the 35+3 lap race, a group of 5-6 guys were given some leash, and I knew if they were given any more, the race was positively, guaranteed, 100% done. Guys spread across the road, no one wanting to push hard into the wind, looking around to see if anyone else was going to. Then, it was on. A few dudes launched hard and got a gap. Then some others went after them, I bit the bullet and chased.

I dangled a metre or three off the back of that little group forever. Around a lap, lap and a half in, we caught the first group of guys who'd tried to bridge, they were shattered and I made the mistake of rolling up toward them rather than going around and powering through. Given my time again, I dont think I could have done much different, I was smashing myself trying to cover this move, mentally and physically I was on the edge, but I still know it's the wrong thing to do.

After another lap or two I finally got the first whiff of break as I got onto the back of that little group who'd made contact with the lead riders some time before. The pace at the front wasn't letting up, and several of the guys who had made contact were now popping, despite being on a wheel. I was deep into the red and considered pulling the pin, but got myself through with a lot of "just one more kick", I knew I was trying to fool myself, but I was in too much pain to be anything but fooled. At one point I pulled out of the queue over the top, taking in massive gulps of air as I used the time it took to slide from 4th-ish back down to 25th-ish to recover. Soon enough we hit the end of the race, and I was pretty legless and way to far back to play, so I hung on until the bottom straight on the last lap, then eased off the bunch to ensure I'd arrive home with all my skin, and smiled to myself.

I was just bunch fodder today, but it was an amazing $12 training session. Soon, dudes are going to pay for their insolence.

Strava link.

D: 52.0km
A: 501m

PMPW: 95kg

Tuesday, 28 January 2014


6am NRR:
Rolling onto the highway, I made my way from the back of the bunch to the front, saying g'day to mates as I passed them in the line. Tozer saw me roll through and told me to light it up, I laughed and said I was just making position. Still, when I got to the front, I ensured the pace picked up, and I was feeling good about that... then one of the bak pocket dudes rolled over the top of me with with an extra 4-5 km/h worth of speed. I was all of a sudden less confident, and instead starting to worry about hanging on.

It was odd though, I kept an eye my heart rate and it was always a lot lower than the perceived effort told me it should be, mid 160s instead of high 170s. While I pondered this conundrum and tried to get my legs around smoothly others were doing the work up front, and a feeling of guilt and laziness built. At the Black Rock/Sandi hill these feelings finally pushed me out of the queue and to the front. I finally hit the full wind and pushed a solid 450-600W to the top. The bunch hadn't cracked, but I'd finally pushed my cardio vascular system through the malaise of the early ride, and I actually started to feel a lot better.

Strava link.

D: 46.0km
A: 182m

Extras would have been good in the afternoon, a few kms to roll out the legs and clean up the neural pathways that fire of each muscle... but it was too hot to do anything but head straight home.

D: 6.4km
A: 35m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 27 January 2014


There is a movie I've never seen, actually there are many I haven't seen, but in this instance, there is one in particular I wish to draw your attention to. Eddie and the Cruisers, according to IMDB, it's about "a television newswoman [who] picks up the story of a 1960s rock band whose long-lost leader Eddie Wilson may still be alive, while searching for the missing tapes of the band's never-released album.".

That sounds a lot like today's ride. I played the part of the plucky newswoman (I reckon i've got Ellen Barkin's match in terms of pins), and Eddie Wilson played the part of the long lost singer Eddie Wilson.

While I didn't find any missing tapes, I did find a lot of fun in those Buxton trails, I also found a Red Belly Black Snake. I chose not to interview the snake.

I'd heard the trails up there were rad, but a little short. So when Eddie put out the call for people to come ride them with him, I made sure we could get a couple of laps in to justify the 100 minute drive that sandwiched it. At the end of the first lap my face hurt a little bit from grinning, we rolled out of the park, refilled our bottles, and headed back in. At this point, I wasn't going back in because I needed the kms, I was going back in because the berm filled trails were ridiculously, addictively, fun.

By the end of that second lap I was done. My legs ached from the last section of track, and it wasn't because it was super pedally. My calves in particular were smashed from pumping into and over all the well formed trail features. It was definitely time to head back to Casa de Ally's parents, were I got a shower, time in a hot tub and a feed, all courtesy of Eddie's lovely lady friends's parental units. Thanks Mr and Mrs Ally's olds!

Strava link.

D: 41.5km
A: 765m

PMPW: 96kg

Sunday, 26 January 2014


SKCC Crits:
I rolled in early so I could smash a coffee and get some extra kilometres in with E and D grades. E was pretty simple, roll around the course and get everyone to roll turns so we can ensure they're safe in a bunch. D was a little harder, the surging pace was driving me nuts, DK and I started coasting at the exit of the sweeper all the way through to and out of turn 4. Soon after I had to move up a few wheels to get a touch more consistency and ensure I had legs for my own race.

Before A grade started, it was obvious that Rush would have a comparatively big presence, 6 of the 20-25ish riders. I told the boys I just wanted to sit in and see how the legs felt. When the race started, and attacks started flinging off the front, I got a bit carried away and went out myself and contributed to chasing others down. I felt alright, not good enough to want to sit in a break all day, but to be fair I never want to do that.

As the pattern settled in and my confidence that I was going to be alright grew, I determined that it would come down to a bunch gallop, and went to find Ritchie. He said his legs were good to go, so I mapped out the plan. He'd have me, then Jake to work for him. I was happy to get the pair of them around the sweeper, but I needed someone to launch him a little bit out of the corner as the headwind effectively lengthened the straight. Then things got confused, someone told me it was two to go, so I went to the front, then it wasn't two to go, and my legs were already par-cooked. I reset, I found wheels, I lost Ritchie, I was offered a lead out, I fought others for the wheel I was on. Coming around the back, Ritchie pushed out and I gave him the wheel I was on. Out of the corner, I kicked from 4th place and had 3 whole pedal strokes before the body said no.

Alright, so working on a good, smooth cadence seemed to get me through to the end happily enough. A bit of a false-start, or should that be false-end, and a touch of wind coming into the sprint left me a touch off, but it's all promising. 

Strava link.

D: 124.3km
A: 121m

PMPW: 96kg

Saturday, 25 January 2014


Hell Ride:
Sitting around Black Rock, drinking three quarters of a flat white, I came up with a theory. All the pros would either be at TdU racing, or would have gone back to their European homes/training camps. Most of the club riders would be at TdU racking up a big week on the bike, and the punters would be scared away by the ripping south westerly. Yep, it was going to be a small bunch, and the pace wouldn't be too hot.

Then I walked out of the cafe just as Hendo rolled up. Hendo was not playing nicely, and for most of the trip down there was some solid gutter time for yours truly.

I enjoyed the hills, it was a chance to get a better sit, sheltered from wind by the hills themselves , and with some of the bunch fodder filtered by the elevation gains, it was just cleaner. I tried to go with Hendo up to Canadian, but the dude just cruised past everyone, much like he had been doing all morning. Me? I got an extra couple of riders up the bunch and pushed myself back into the shelter.

Anyway, the ride itself wasn't terribly interesting, I didn't contribute anything special. What I did do was think about pedalling. I feel that I'm not pedalling quite as smooth as I should be. I feel this inefficiency is worth a few of my missing watts and explains some of the elevated HR and tired legs. I've been a masher.

Strava link.

D: 100.1km
A: 420m

PMPW: 95kg

Friday, 24 January 2014


CX Shenanigans:
It took some convincing to get Skinny out on the narrow knobbies with me, and once out, he still wasn't terribly enthused. Really though, that's his story to tell, mine is about having a few giggles with a mate on the Yarra trails. Chasing each outher around the Kew pump track, trying to flow the whoop track, uttering the nopunny prayer, and just plain old being glad i wasnt stuck on the eastern like so many people seemed to be.

Anyway, back to the pump track, I'm feeling it, but I scrub some speed on the tight top turn. If I could carry all my momentum through that, I think I could announce to the world that I'd discovered perpetual motion.

Strava link.

D: 26.4km
A: 212m


D: 8.2km
A: 49m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 23 January 2014


Is it just me, or is Albert Park lake shaped like a orchid clad phalus?

It's not just me... right?

D: 25.7km
A: 132m

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 22 January 2014


St Kilda East - Yarra Boulevard - St Kilda East:Given it would be a push for me to make it to crits tonight due to a meeting, I decided to head out this morning instead. I'd hoped to get an LPL in with Steve, but he wasn't free, so I opted to stay off major roads and do a David Kelly special, Yarra Boulevard repeats.

For the first of the two laps there were two rules. Go up Yarra St on the way out and back. No one is allowed to pass.

The next lap there was a new rule to add to the previous two, 53x15, seated. As I rolled down from Walmer st I thought about what this meant for Yarra St. Over the next few rollers I decided to keep the gear, but allow standing. Even with this allowance it was brutal. How brutal? My Quark or Garmin stopped registering cadence and power because I dropped below 20rpm, I was forever mere moments away from delivering the mail or falling unceremoniously sideways, and I truly feared I was in danger of ripping the upper of my shoes off the sole.

For the return leg of that second lap I acquiesced and used the little ring and the big cogs before returning to 53x15 for the boulevard, and no handed for the final climb back up to Walmer st.

Strava link.

D: 49.5km
A: 716m

Commute & CX Shenanigans:
Even though I wasn't racing, I still headed over to Kew. I wanted to see the riders and the race, I also thought it'd be a nice night to get a few sneaky bits of trail in on the cross bike.

So why did I want to see the riders and race? When I'm removed from them and it, the spectre builds in my head until it seems like an impossible task, and thus not worth me returning to race.

D: 24.0km
A: 304m

PMPW: 95kg

Tuesday, 21 January 2014


6am NRR:
I had a minor asthma episode that started some time after I left home, basically breathing wasnt terribly easy. I knew that it would (eventually) pass, so I sat in and tried to keep cool, calm and collected. While I was working on that, the bunch got split by some lights, and despite a bit of chase action, further lights meant they were well and truly goneski!

I finally started to get my full quotient of oxygen and feel good again around Mentone on the return leg. I hit the hill out of Black Rock, dropped all bar one rider, but was left feeling like I'd failed to give it my all. A taily gave me a sense of speed that meant part of my brain was telling me that I was doing enough.

Strava link.

D: 46.2km
A: 180m


D: 14.7km
A: 151m

PMPW: 96kg

Monday, 20 January 2014


Q: Why are there so many Johnsons in the phone book?
A: They all have phones.

D: 3.8km
A: 16m

PMPW: 97kg

Sunday, 19 January 2014


SKCC Marshalling:
I was on the fence about racing this morning, and it was a different kind of fence that finally tipped my decision into a firm no. The car dealerships that occupy the back corner of SKCC's crit infield had a big sale on, and to accommodate their needs, we shared Johnson and Brady st with them. Metal barriers with long feet were erected to separate the two types of traffic, and I just didnt feel comfortable with the idea of racing along the back of the course to the final corner, forced onto a narrow line, with objects waiting to grab wheels, pedals and bars on the outside of the course.

So, instead I marshalled E and D grades, then watched A and C race. I believe no one ended up touching the barriers, which is good, but doesn't make me feel like I made the wrong choice.

Strava link.

D: 68.8km
A: 107m

PMPW: 97kg

Saturday, 18 January 2014


Looking at it one way, today was a cock up. Looking at it another, it's not really an issue.

Hayden Bradbury, one of the riders in the SKCC team sprint with me, pulled his shoulder and was thus unable to ride. You need 3 riders for a team sprint, which means Cam Parlevliet and I wern't going to race.

On the downside I had two trips worth of stuff to get back from the infield of DISC to my car, then a drive back across town, before a turn around to afternoon plans.

On the upside I got to catch up with a bunch of tracky mates, and I was upright and alive. So I'd lost a morning of training, but what doesn't make you stronger doesn't necessarily kill you.

PMPW: 96kg

Friday, 17 January 2014


Hey look, a comment about how bloody hot it is! Oh wow, it's slightly self aware and contains mild self flaggelation, how edgy!!

Anyway, the mental relief I had this afternoon, when rolling to Rush to pick up some new heely bits for my road shoes and felt the first hints of a cool change, was immense. During the midday heat I've been in an air conditioned office, sure it struggles a little at the end of each blast furnace days, but 26° inside is way way better than 43° outside. So what's really got to me is the temperature at night. Last night I set up camp on the balcony, because with no fly screen to go through, the breeze was slightly cooler. The hot tiles below my rolled out camping mat wasn't as helpful.

D: 15.4km
A: 153m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 16 January 2014


6am NRR:
After yesterday I had all but made up my mind to take today off, ride CX tomorrow and then race the weekend. Last night over a romantic sea side hamburger and chips, DK said he was in for Northy, and just like that, my plans changed. I want to be fast, I want to be fast soon, but I also want to hang out with my mates and have a few giggles. No one is paying me to get fast, hell, I don't even remember the last time I got an envelope from a race, so I need to maximise other kinds of returns from the sport.

I sat in for the ride, giving out the occasional hand of god to popped riders, wondering if every set of light was going to be red (they pretty much all were), and finally winding up the start of the sprint before lights at the Elwood canal put and end to that.

As we pulled up to a stop there in Elwood, 6 guys simultaneously lamented that they'd been in the perfect position. I couldn't help but laugh, logically 83.3% of them were wrong. I told them they were all wrong and I was going to win it from the front, kierin style.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 189m


D: 5.6km
A: 36m

PMPW: 95kg

Wednesday, 15 January 2014


Whelp, that hurt more than it should have. I don't really know why, perhaps it was the gurgling stomach that resulted in the mornings 3rd visit to the dunny right after the ride. Maybe it was just the 4-5 hours of crap sleep last night. It could have been a bit of dehydration from the fact it was 28c when I rolled out the door at 5:45am into the morning gloom. All I know is I felt like I was struggling to just hang on.

Oh well, I got through it, time to put it in the bank and move on to the next task.

Strava link.

D: 46.2km
A: 162m


D: 5.0km
A: 19m

PMPW: 95kg

Tuesday, 14 January 2014


6am NRR:
My legs felt pretty good this morning, I was spinning well and the times I glanced down to see power numbers, they were healthy. My heart rate was high, but I assumed that was the heat, and because the pace was solid, so rolled turns down, and a few on the way home before setting up the sprint from Glen Huntly Rd.

I wasn't setting the world on fire, but it was nice not to feel like a total hubbard. I'm hoping that with a few sessions like this this week, and a bit of racing this weekend, my body will respond and I'll be on the way back to some good form. Right now though, it's a guess, I'm thinking about what I did after the Warny that resulted in good speed, and applying it now, hoping that that is relevant.

Strava link.

D: 46.3km
A: 191m


D: 5.4km
A: 25m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 13 January 2014


Getting a phone call at work, from an unknown number, always makes me nervous. When the caller today announced themselves as SKCC's Gaelene Snelling I assumed I was being hit up for marshal duty. Incorrect.

With Shannon Johnson doing himself a mischief by crashing early this year, SKCC's track squad for the club track champs (this saturday) was short at least one rider. Gaelene had tried DK, but he had plans, so he suggested me.

NTR: "Ok, so what would I need to do?"
GS: "Team Pursuit and Team Sprint."
NTR: "Fuck!"

I make no bones about the fact that an IP and TP scare the ever living shit out of me. Then to try and put together a team sprint effort, god that'd hurt. I said yes, because I want to help out my club, but I wasn't super confident, especially as a 3 man for the TP.

In the end the club decided to only enter us in the team sprint, and my dread turned to excitement. I've actually trained for it, and with fresh legs, think I could actually do something useful. A quick email to Hayden Bradburry and Cam Parvelleit to bags the gate, and it was on to thought about getting my disk wheel ready to go.

D: 7.8km
A: 46m

PMPW: 96kg

Sunday, 12 January 2014


The title says rest, but lets call a spade a spade. This was a spade day.

The nationals was being broadcast on SBS, and that seemed like a good way to pass the time on the couch. If being eager didn't hurt, I would say that I was eager to spend time on the couch, as it was, being eager hurt, so I just laid there and watched.

By the time I tuned in, a few lads had skipped clear, included a few I know. Given the size, make up and time gap, I was convinced it was the winning break, and that my favourite named man (Steele Von Hoff) was pretty good for the title. Steele showed he had a decent kick by winning the Criterium champs on Wednesday, and on the climb of Mt Bunny he looked comfortable. Total shoe in for the title!

Sadly it was not to be, OGE shut it down in the dying laps and we ended up seeing a Western Australian (Cam Meyer), a Tasmanian (Ritchie Porte), and two Victorians (Simon Gerrans and Cadel Evans) go hammer and tongs at each other, eliminating everyone else up the final climb.

With Cam riding for Gerro the result came down to the other three, and I don't think you could claim that any of them pulling on the green and gold bands would have been an unpopular win. Anyway, thanks to the dozens of world class riders and the best locals going around, for riding like the title mattered. That makes it matter.

PMPW: 96kg

Saturday, 11 January 2014


Hell Ride:
I was still nervous about this ride when I was rolling down for pre ride flat white in Black Rock. Last week hurt a lot and indicated to me that I had lost fitness. Put another way, I wanted to limit how much I sat in the wind to ensure that if and when the ride went ballistic, I had a chance of hanging on.

I ended up working for most of the journey down, the bunch was pretty big and it was easier and safer to be close to the front. Well, let's check that "easier", obviously pushing the wind isn't as easy as sitting in, and if you did try to find a sit near the front without being on the front you were soon swamped and 45 wheels further back. So it was easier only in the sense that the wheels were cleaner and there wasn't a chance of being split by lights.

Into Olivers I was in the top few riders, instead of unloading the legs and seeing if I could get clear, I let a few guys come around, and then just followed wheels, hoping that Koen wasn't going to get too feisty. A few riders swamped the front as we hit the 2nd rise, it didn't put me too far back, but it did box me in until the pace created gaps and trouble in some others. Finally we hit the ride up to Canadian Bay rd, and I though the pace being set by Rico Rogers was solid, I felt like I could go harder. So I edged out of the line and went up the side of the 10sh riders in front of me, making it up to 3rd wheel before tucking myself back in for a quick reprieve. Rico peeled off just before Canadian Bay, leaving my in 2nd, and I felt even better about my fitness, my heart rate was nudging 190bpm but I was deep enough in the moment that it didnt matter. Then Koen and Jez Hunt rolled past on the left and all power left my body as I realised that I wasn't actually a cycling god.

Strava link.

D: 101.6km
A: 415m

PMPW: 96kg

Friday, 10 January 2014


Yesterday I couldn't get any interest in a bit of CX action for this morning, and then I got a little bit midweek drunk, so I took a sleep instead of heading on a solo mission.

D: 21.3km
A: 180m

PMPW: 96kg

Thursday, 9 January 2014


Lower Plenty Loop:
Usually when Steve and I go for a ride, which is not terribly regularly, we start off chatting a bunch because we only really get to catch up on rides... and they're not terribly regular.

Anyway, today was an exception. Up Heidelberg rd to the Upper/Lower junction there was a distinct half wheeling going on, and I'm blaming Steve. I tried to ignore the fact his wheel was halfway in front of mine, but I couldn't. Like a fly on a tv screen, the eye kept getting drawn to it, and feeding into a rage loop. Eventually that rage overcame the ennui and I restored the balance of nature by placing my wheel parallel to Steves. Sure we were going faster than before, but at least our wheels were lined up. Well... that is until he put his wheel halfway in front again, and again, and again, until finally I cracked and pushed way deeper than I had hoped to go 5 minutes into the ride.

From then on I hit each of the punchy hills on our route with purpose, getting myself into the box made snug by a few extra christmas kilograms.

Once back through Heidelberg we cut through the Yarra boulevard to a coffee in the morning sun. I demanded Steve ride 53x15 in the saddle for the length of the boulevard, and followed suit myself, finishing the rise up to Walmer st with my hands behind my back, trying to balance the needs of power and control. Straining on the pedals at a tectonic cadence of 50rpm, straining to keep my head up in a relaxed fashion.

totes Steve's photo.

Strava link.

D: 47.4km
A: 761m


D: 9.1km
A: 42m

PMPW: 95kg

Wednesday, 8 January 2014


NRR Long:
The pace was steady on the way down, and easy on the way back barring the period where Jan and one of his triboys drove it two up. It was all kind of nice, chatting with Bensley, Alby and a few others about life in the mild morning air.

So that leaves the Two Bays loop, it also started off sedate, but by the time we hit the highway it was on. Rowan Dever was up the road chasing down Jan and his pupil, Alby was chasing Rowan, and I was sitting uncomfortably on Tom Leaper's wheel. By the turn in, it was groupo compacto, but as soon as we hit the kicker of Canadian, things exploded and I had to find my own rhythm.

Into Two Bays and I'd got myself back onto Tom Leaper's wheel, and vowed to stay there to the top, but eventually his big ring effort ground me down, and I once again had to do my own pace making.

For both of the solo paced climbs I'm happy that I was able to set an over threshold work rate, but I was disappointed that that resulted in a speed slower than guy's I was competitive with three weeks ago.

Strava link.

D: 94.8km
A: 535m


D: 7.1km
A: 45m

PMPW: 96kg

Tuesday, 7 January 2014


As I sat on the loo, expelling the excess of chilli I ate yesterday, I got to thinking. What's the opposite of mild mannered (you know, the term used to describe Clark Kent)?

D: 23.5km
A: 216m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 6 January 2014


While drinking beer with DK last night, we decided to go for a roll this morning. Maybe catch NRR down to Mordi and go on to Patto river to ensure a good amount of saddle time.

When NRR rolled out, I rode to the front with Dave and we sat there having a chat with a nice cross tail helping keep the pace ticking along. As we approached Mordi, we decided to just swing for home with the bunch and to let someone else pull into the headwind.

Canny took a photo of our arses.

I know, I know, cool story bro. In my defence it's the first day back at work, and not even 3 coffees is making a dent in my (lack of) enthusiasm.

Strava link.

D: 45.9km
A: 184m


D: 6.6km
A: 121m

PMPW: 93kg

Sunday, 5 January 2014


FCC Crit:
Footscray CC started their crits back today, and they ran early enough that I could get a race in, then roll over to Williamstown to watch Bay Crits. Perfect! Time to go see what state my legs are in.

The field was small, the wind was strong and my legs were somewhere other than in Victoria. I attacked as soon as the race was live, punching a good gap and drawing out Fewie then a couple of others. When Fewie came through I suffered, then we got caught and I figured I could just sit in for a bit, especially given that Tozer went up the road with a couple of others.

Fast forward 15 or so minutes later, I pulled out with a heart rate well past 180bpm. It's possible that Hendo is to blame, or that I was a little poor at avoiding the wind, or that I responded slowly to surges and wasted energy getting back on wheel. Whatever it is, it was not happy happy leg times, and I feel like I have work to do.

Strava link.

D: 82.2km
A: 463m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 4 January 2014


Hell Ride:
I've sort of missed the Hell Ride, I love riding with pro's in a non race situation. I like riding with them in races too, but it tends to hurt more.

Anyway, I've missed the ride and it felt like the perfect thing to do on a possibly rainy Saturday. Greg Henderson agreed, at least I assume he agreed as he was there too. I wasn't able to confirm as he was up the front going like stink (despite claiming to be unfit), and I was about 15th wheel, squarely in the gutter, hanging on for dear life.

Eventually the pace eased back, and I got a chance to wish everyone I knew a merry christmas and a happy new year, which given how many people I knew, filled the time to Frankston perfectly, but left me poorly positioned for Olivers. So I went up with the bunch, watching as a few guys danced clear, wishing I was playing with them, but thankful that I was on solid wheels who would cover the gaps for me. I moved up over the next few rollers, finishing up in 3rd or 4th wheel as we hit the red light at Canadian bay rd. That was kind of reassuring, being able to hold onto Tommy Leaper as he chased Pat Lane assured me that my fitness hadn't completely left me.

The question that still remains is how deep that fitness goes. After I got home I was pretty much done for the day. I planted myself on the couch with various forms of cricket on the telly, and made plans for tomorrow.

Strava link.

D: 104.7km
A: 499m

PMPW: 94kg

Friday, 3 January 2014


CX Shenanigans:
I convinced Skinny to come roll some trails with me before he went to work. He still cant stand up for long on a bike, and big power requirements make him ache, so we took a route that avoided most of the climbing I usually throw in.

First off the bat was the Kew pump track, I think I did more laps of that than ever before, working hard to keep the momentum going for as many laps as possible, before cranking a few times and starting the process afresh.

When, with arms and legs threatening mutiny, we popped out of the tiny figure of 8 and onto the regular trails, the knowledge that perched below the bars behind me was a HD camera, pointing at my arse, kept me pushing through trails and frequently pushing my tyre wide into dirt drifts. It was a giggle.

Strava link.

D: 32.5km
A: 374m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 2 January 2014


St Kilda East - Albert Park Lake - Airlie St - Albert Park Lake - St Kilda East:
I rolled around Albert Park Lake a few times with the boys racing Bay Crits this arvo, then while back at the cafe after, I convinced Skinny to come do some hill sprints with me.

So I picked up Luke and we rolled over to Airlie St, with me declaring I wanted 10 reps, but I'd settle for 5. In the end I managed 3 at full noise, then had to sit down on the gutter for a while, and think about life.

I was pretty bitterly disappointed at myself as I sat there in the gutter, but the data tells me I set new power PBs from 9 through to 22 seconds, and that has buoyed my mood considerably.

After colour returned to my face and I rolled another rep at Skinny's pace, we went back down to the lake for a couple of extras.

Strava link.

D: 52.9km
A: 313m

PMPW: 93kg

Wednesday, 1 January 2014


Have you ever noticed that when ducks and geese fly in v formation, one of the sides is longer? Do you want to know why that is?

It's because one side has more birds.

In other news, I feel fat, lazy and hungover today.

PMPW: 95kg