Friday, 28 February 2014


St Kilda East, Yarra St Repeats, St Kilda East:
Heading to Kew boulevard on my road bike, and doing 5 repeats of Yarra st, is a tiny bit like doing CX Friday, but mostly a horrible horrible substitute for a fun end to the week.

Rolling back past Studley Park boathouse on my way home I ran into Jim's mate Jason. By a purely technical definition, we had a conversation, but in reality all I contributed was grunts and groans. Oh god I feel sick.

Strava link.

D: 25.1km
A: 446m


D: 8.1km
A: 35m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 27 February 2014


Last night, sitting around waiting for D and B grades to finish, I was chatting to Smax. It was the standard cyclist conversation, asking each other about current form and goals. I admitted to Joel that I was off the pace I wanted, because I had missed a few of the hard efforts I need.

Right now there's three types of thing I feel will help me, and all of them suck.

Repeat sprint efforts. Yarra St is about a 70 seconds, Airlie is about 30, Anderson is about 75, Westbury is about 30. Pick and choose, but both the 30 and the 60 second efforts have merits, but mostly it's about making a poo face.

Repeat punchy hills. 2-7 minutes of threshold, working on keeping things smooth and generating maximum hate for life.

Ergo. This one sort of scares me the most, there's just no external stimuli to help distract you from the evil shit you're doing to yourself. The reverse ladder I worked through before Christmas worked well. It's hard to organise this one due to the noise it (and I) make.

Anyway, these are the sorts of things I need to do to pick up the last few % I want before SKCC crit champs. Losing a few kg to make the machine more efficient would help too.

D: 7.5km
A: 43m

PMPW: 95kg

Wednesday, 26 February 2014



D: 6.1km
A: 65m

HCC Crits:
I got very organised for HCC tonight, not only did I put out my kit in the morning, I also gave 33 seconds of thought to what I wanted to do at the race... before the start of the race!

I had two plans, if Bing or DK turned up I'd bury myself for the first half of the race, hanging at the front, chasing down moves and launching my own, then I'd grovel, hoping to make it to the end of the race. The second plan was for if they didn't turn up, I'd try and do as little as possible through the race, and see what I could achieve for myself at the end.

No other boys in pink turned up, so it was me and plan B. Immediately after the race started there was an issue with my plan, four or five guys went hard from the gun, and with the major teams represented, I made comment that that was the race winning move. So the issue was, should I help chase and risk being caught out by a counter attack, or should I save my legs and risk that those left to chase would be able to cover it? I chose the latter, because it fit more with my plan, and I was worried about surviving the 10 extra minutes of racing (40 vs the 30 we've had recently due to HCC slotting in a women's series).

People did chase, and other than a few lulls when just a couple of guys were left to do the work, and finally, rightfully, cracked the sads and refused to pull any more, this kept the pace bloody honest. I struggled with the bottom corner, I'm not sure if it was me being slightly hesitant from the crash, just not reading it well, or if the solid pace exacerbated the extra amount the uphill nature of it slows me compared to other riders. Whatever it was, each lap I was closing a 1m gap of my own making up the hill.

I didn't feel terrible, and while I didn't feel like it was effortless, having mates comment about how hard it was actually helped. My feelings didn't match their wavering tones, if it came back together I was going to give it a fair crack!

Still, the race progressed and there break hadn't been caught, I occasionally spied a group who I believe were the break, but generally they were out of sight, and that's not a good sign. Coming around for 1 lap to go the call from the sidelines was 30 seconds. I knew we were playing for pride only, but that's enough for me to fight for position. I took AJs wheel as he slid up the side, right to the front, as we topped the hill and got the bell. There was a single rider dangling just off the front, if AJ swept past him and drove to the corner, I'd be in the prime place to take the bunch kick. He didn't flow straight past, he hesitated ever so slightly, and in that moment we caught sight of the break, they were playing cat and mouse with each other. The bunch surged and I lost my prime position, getting a little swamped and a little chopped into the last corner. The fastest couple of guys might have made contact with the back of the break, but where I was, there was little chance of getting a result, but I did have the chance to finish off my race with a solid effort to the line, so that's what I did. I drove myself until my diaphragm spasmed and my breathing turned paniced.

After the race, I rolled along the boulie with Jimmy to extend our time to chat and generally catch up. Just as we reached Yarra st, there was a silence. "RIGHT!!" I yelled, and hooked my bike across the road.

If you ride past Yarra St, you have to ride up it.

Strava link.

D: 57.9km
A: 708m

PMPW: 95kg

Tuesday, 25 February 2014


Rolling home along the Yarra around 11pm after seeing a gig in the city, a flying fox was gliding along parallel to me in the deep indigo sky. As I watched, it descended in a graceful arc, skimmed the water's surface and just as easily, slid back up into the night air.

D: 6.2km
A: 57m

PMPW: 94kg

Monday, 24 February 2014


I needed to move these hamstrings before they petrified, you know, an easy roll for an hour or so to keep things ticking over.

I found Leigh Atkins hanging around looking dodgy on a street corner, and though he wasn't willing to sell me either drugs, or his body, he did keep me company for the trip down to Mordi, then back up to St Kilda. Given it was a Monday, when we finally hit the front, we felt justified in holding a pace that didn't interrupt our chat.

Strava link.

D: 43.7km
A: 162m

D: 7.5km
A: 79m

PMPW: 95kg

Sunday, 23 February 2014


SKCC Crits:
I rolled around with e-grade, and it felt ok, but it's e-grade, so it I never expected anything different.

It was the time after e-grade, while waiting for the other grades and the TTTs to finish, that I flip flopped between wanting to race a-grade, and feeling like I should just go home and save the expense.

5 minutes before the race was due to start I rode a wave of enthusiasm and paid $15 for a number and some safety pins, then nervously lined myself up. I was nervous because of the crash, having no logical cause for it other than user error made me doubt myself. That's not ideal when you've got to commit to nailing the final corner at SKCC 3 wide at 50km/h.

To flush some of the nerves out, test my legs, and give the Rush boys who'd raced the TTT a bit of a mental break, I forced the first move. I found Adrian (Boomtime) in the neutral lap, and told him to come with me. We kicked away, and were clear by ourselves for a couple of laps before we eased slightly to let two riders who were bridging make contact. That foursome lasted a few more laps before 2-3 others turned up, and I figured we might have a fighting chance. Well, the break might, my legs were starting to hate me, and I wasnt the only one. A Dutch Drapac rider was dangling off the back, even before I started to struggle to hold wheels.

Soon the bunch was storming towards us, so I sneakily blew up, and put myself into reverse. When I eventually managed to hold on to a passing wheel (the very last one), I decided it'd be best if I just saved energy by not trying to move up for a while. So I sat there on the back, collecting tickets, while others dictated the racing at the front.

Moves went and came, but as we got deeper into the race, my confidence that we'd come to a sprint finish strengthened. Sadly my legs didn't, so I did what I could for Dunny in the last lap, dragging him forward around the back straight, then sat up and watched him deck it around the outside of the last turn.

I've obviously already sent James my recommendations for graze care products. He's going to need them.

Strava link.

D: 84.7km
A: 129m

PMPW: 93kg

Saturday, 22 February 2014


Wesburn - Warburton - Wesburn:
We rolled up the old Warby road and I slowly stripped off layers, thinking about the day ahead, and how it was probably wise to let Ash continue to play solo off the front on this one, to save myself for the hard efforts to come.

As we rolled down the other side, I'm sure the others were focused internally to, it was quiet, peaceful, how's the serenity? Then my thoughts were drawn outwards as far as my epidermis. It was being slid along the tarmac.

After a few moments sitting in what I suppose is the opposite gutter, collecting my thoughts, while others collected by bike. I got up, and walked my tattered body and kit back up to the corner that I'd just failed to get around. There was no obvious reason why I'd hit the deck, and that is probably the most troubling thing. I've got nothing to blame but myself.

With blood streaming from at least one point on my body, I waved the others goodbye and turned back towards my car, slightly bemused about all that had transpired.

D: 14.4km
A: 303m

PMPW: 94kg

Friday, 21 February 2014


Though I didn't sleep for 12 hours last night, I'm still feeling better than yesterday. A coffee, consumed during a light spin, and I was almost eager to get to work and get started on the regular day. Almost.

Talking about thing's I'm almost eager about, I'm set to do the Lake Mountain, Donna Buang loop tomorrow with Jimmy. It's a given that it'll fry my legs for Sunday, but I'm sort of nervous about long climbs, and a even longer day. I don't know how my body will go, especially with a few bruises left over from Wednesday.

D: 15.1km
A: 269m

PMPW: 94kg

Thursday, 20 February 2014


Last night, I got home, ate dinner, then promptly napped on the couch for a few hours. When I woke up, I went to bed, where I got a further 7 or so hours. How's that for recovery time? Speaking of which, I must have been super recovered when I was 16.

D: 6.6km
A: 87m

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 19 February 2014


NRR Long:
I never really woke up/felt good this morning, even after downing a double caffeine gel around Seaford on the way down. I ended up pulling the pin on Canadian and short cutted over to the top of Two Bays, something I've never done before.

I basically couldn't push myself hard, weather it was a mental or physical issue, it signalled to me that I was under recovered. In all, it made the ride feel like a waste of my time.

Strava link.

D: 93.0km
A: 414m

After long, it took forever to get my GPS to connect to my computer, so I ended up running a little late to work. As I hooked hard around a left turn on my fixie, I suddenly found myself flipped high side. It seems I caught my inside pedal on the tarmac, probably due to the fact I was running wide flats rather than the clipless pedals I normally do.

It's not been a good couple of bike days.

D: 6.1km
A: 86m

PMPW: 95kg

Tuesday, 18 February 2014


6am NRR:
Youngie and a few others got clear on a yellow light early in the ride. So I did what any good friend would do... I pulled turns with DK (and a few others) until we caught him around South Dandy rd. Then I went and found a few wheels to hide on, because I was very tired and didn't want to feel the wind any more.

After the Mordi round about, I sat next to Jan Rehula, chatting. We were sharing the draught of a single rider, but I felt ok. In fact, I felt pretty bloody good. So as we rounded Mentone I took some cheap positions, so I'd be well placed after Rickets. Then on the Black Rock - Sandy hill, I rolled to the front and set myself for a full noise effort. I was settling in when I felt a presence sidle up next to me. Youngie was trying to roll through after me, so once again I did the good mate thing, I pushed the pace harder to hang him out there and eventually force him to take shelter on my wheel. A bit later... maybe 3/4 of the way up, Paulie Adler attacked, initially I doubted I'd be able to cover it, but slowly slowly I closed the gap, finally catching him (and promptly exploding) at the top.

I tried to recover from there back through Brighton, but it wasn't easy, there were dodgy wheels everywhere opening gaps, and my legs were feeling abused. Still I found myself in the right area as we exited the golden mile. I took camp on DKs wheel and was getting ready for a loooong range sprint when the inevitable happened. A red light at Glen Huntly. Well Pinky, I did what we do every day, I set up to launch hard and get a kilo effort in. Somehow managing to hold everyone off to the line. As I crept along the edge of the road afterwards, Jez Hunt rolled past after, patted me on the back, and said "that was really good".

If hard training wasn't it's own reward, then those 4 words would have made it all worth it.

Strava link.

D: 46.0km
A: 165m

My commute was a bit shorter today than I'd hoped. Pretty much exactly half as short. It seems that someone else wanted to ride my lovely cx bike, and so removed it from where it was locked at work, leaving me to catch the tram like schlub.

D: 2.5km
A: 6m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 17 February 2014


St Kilda East - Yarra Boulevard - St Kilda East:
"An easy roll on the Boulevard" they said. "Tick em over" they said. "Hahaha no" my legs said.

At first my body did not want to cooperate, nor cohabitate, and possibly not even coagulate, though thankfully I didn't have a chance to find out if the last was true or not. Then slowly slowly (because that was the pace I could hold) they came around, then I drank three coffees and now I feel like riding to Portsea.

Strava link.

D: 46.4km
A: 529m

I decided not to go to Portsea, they don't have good coffee.

D: 7.6km
A: 31m

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 16 February 2014


St Kilda East - Yarra Boulevard - Anderson St - Westbury St - St Kilda East:
My mate Mick, whom I've known since he looked just like Kevin Arnold in the wonder years, is in need of a new bicycle, so I agreed to go with him to the Specialized Aus "Ride the Best" day up at the Boulevard, and offer my wealth of advice. Sure I could have summed up the breadth of my advice in the 260 character limit of a text message, but it was a chance to go ride bikes.

Just as I was walking down the stairs to roll across town, the rain started coming down. I took a few moments to prepare myself for a thorough soaking, then headed out.

First up Mick road a tarmac, i think it was his first experience on a road bike, certainly one of this generation of technology. Anyway we rode around the HCC crit loop, chatting, and generally getting soaked through. When we returned those, I thought we'd be done for the day, but he suggested we grab some mtb's.

So I threw some road pedals on a Stumpy FSR, he grabbed an Enduro, and we pinned some sodden trails. There's something liberating about getting someone elses bike well dirty, knowing that you're not the one who has to clean it afterwards.

Once we handed the bikes back, I checked to see if SKCC crits were on. They weren't so I needed to work out what to do with myself. I'd already ridden away from Yarra St, so I hit Anderson St for a couple of repeats, then headed for home, and my first time using the little hill opposite my house for sprint efforts (x5).

Strava link.

D: 32.7km
A: 415m

PMPW: 95kg

Saturday, 15 February 2014


St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Stony Creek - Pidgeon Bank - Dawson - Reserve - Clintons - Flat Rock - St Kilda East:
This was pretty much bang on what I hoped, and feared, today's ride would be. The two main antagonists accompanying me we Jim Hsu and Craig Peacock, but Jim's mate Jason also joined us to make lovely even numbers.

I've come to think that I need a couple 5ish hour rides with solid, but short hills to really push my threshold levels on. I know just the hills too, and my mates were keen to come along, quite literally, for the ride.

Craig and Jase met me in Rosanna, and we had a few cracks at each other on the hills leading to Warrandyte, where Jim was set to meet us. I took honours pretty much each time, but it wasn't easy, which I guess is a good thing.

Then Jim joined us for the crux of the ride, first off the cab for me was Kruses, I hit it with intent and constantly cajoled myself to pedal smoother and harder. I crested the top, circled back and rode the last little bit with the last rider.

Then on Pigeon Bank something happened that turned into somewhat of a pattern for the day. I took a couple of photos of the guys riding in front of me, but in doing so, hit a steep pinch in way too big a gear and was forced to grind it out with only one and a half hands. This meant the guys gapped me, and here in lies the pattern. I struggled to catch them, though they didn't appear to be going hard. Put another way, today I had two speeds, go and woah.

I gave Nicholas lane a nudge, but the real next aim was Dawson Rd. I tried to keep a level head early, but felt I had to respond when Craig stood and attacked. I was just drawing level/past him when an oncoming car forced us single file, so I pushed harder again, and lost all visual queues on the others. With my own heart beat and breathing meaning I couldnt hear them, I tried to just go about the business of producing smooth power.

Next up was Clintons, I took the lead early and thought I was clear of everyone partway up the long straight past the Rob Rob hill climb course. Then Craig again attacked and I was forced to lift. I was sure he'd fall away before the corner, I'd always been able to dislodge him by then, but he stuck fast to my hip. At the corner and the hard pinch I made sure he lost contact, standing and powering on the pedals. It cost me a bit of power at the finish, and put me deep in the box, but psychologically it was good to dispatch him.

We looped back to Flat Rock where I wanted one last long effort, but when I started to lift the pace to counter the inevitable attack by Craig my hamstrings told me they were done, and if I considered pedalling hard they're promptly cramp on me.

Ok, the 3 good solid efforts I aimed for and got to do.

Kruses. A solid 8s PB. 575W for 2:00.
Dawson. A solid 20s PB. 379W for 6:12.
Clintons. My 2nd fastest result. 11s off my best and 1 better than the old 2nd best. 418W for 6:23.
I also set a solid time on the Pony Club climb in Banyule. A PB time of 2:19 at 450W.

I'm spent now though.

Strava link.

D: 124.8km
A: 2,244m

PMPW: 95kg

Friday, 14 February 2014


Pikey's Mystery Tour:
I sort of slept in, my half asleep brain convinced itself to just lay still for a little bit longer, which made my turn around to get to Friday CX shenanigans pretty tight. When I had to turn around, just as I was walking out the door, and head back to the dunny, my chance of making it in time were shot.

So, when I finally got out the door, and rolled myself north up Chapel St, I was surprised to see Pikey and Dusty coming south towards me. I chucked a u-bolt and joined what was to become a mystery suburban back streets adventure. Pikey... where the hell are we going?

Strava link.

D: 41.1km
A: 337m


D: 9.2km
A: 87m

PMPW: 93kg

Thursday, 13 February 2014


I think you should go watch the videos here.

If you don't giggle at least once, then I'm afraid to inform you, that you have a highbrow sense of humour.

D: 6.0km
A: 54m

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 12 February 2014


Bing and Lucas were bugging me yesterday to go long with them this morning, I dismissed the idea with the 'reason' that I had a 9am meeting. It's true, I did, but I also had a feeling I was scared to try a double session of long in the morning and HCC in the afternoon.

That thought stuck around all last night and through today, it stewed, it morphed, it advanced. "Am i dudding myself out of opportunities to get faster? I asked myself. I also asked myself if dudding was the right word, but I convinced myself it was. Once that small matter was out the way, I went back to the stewing. "When do I want to be faster for? Today (HCC)? 2 months time? All the time? Is all the time a reasonable desire?"

I think I'm going to have to sacrifice a few weeks of feeling fresh to get some solid riding in, and force some more meaningful adaptation. If that means racing crits completely leggy, or not at all, then that will have to be what happens.

D: 5.5km
A: 32m

I still don't have my head fully around this race. I wasn't feeling leggy going in (thanks in part to the shit I whinged yesterday and this morning), and things weren't super painful, so I started to have aspirations. I would float around the front and if the pace went up and I was forced to work a bit, I'd slip back down the pack after to rest a little, before moving my way back forward by the easiest means.

I kept an occasional eye on my HR, and didn't see anything outrageous, a few pushes into the 180s, but mostly it sat around threshold levels, which isn't too bad for Kew given the sprint/rest cycle. At one point I had a peek at the time, and was happy to see we'd passed 23 minutes, because usually the pace eases a little from that point until the final laps. So, I stopped hanging desperately to the back of the bunch, and over the next few laps wandered forward to check on Bing. He said he was feeling the hurt, but I knew if I pushed air for him, he'd come good. So I mentally set myself to work for him, to try and get a few guys together to help peg back the break of 6-7 riders that had got up the road, and generally, just be an influence on the race.

The Artisan dude who's name completely escapes me right now pushed off the front into the void, so I covered his wheel, pretty much expecting the bunch would be firmly tucked inside the massive hole hole in the air my arse creates. When dude flicked his elbow along the bottom of the course, I took a quick peek behind, and realised we were on a two up mission. I told him I was coming through, but that I might not be of much use. It wasn't me playing games either, I really was concerned that even a small turn would put me well deep into the box. Then for some inexplicable reason, I pulled a long turn, one that included most of the bottom of the course, through the tight corner, and into and most of the way up the hill. Then I swung to the left and promptly left the race.

I'm both angry and disappointed in myself. Yes, when I stopped the numbers said I'd had a normalised power of 496W, which is retardedly high, but I felt ok (not right then, right then i felt like arse), and for fucks sake there wasn't that much time left in the race, where was the fight I normally show at Kew. Where was the "one more kick", where was the htfu kid?! GAAAAAH!

Strava link.

D: 45.1km
A: 368m

PMW: 95kg

Tuesday, 11 February 2014


6am NRR:
I didn't sleep well last night, which might explain my mental outlook today. In short, I questioned what I was doing, and if I was just wasting my time.

I feel I get the most benefit in form crit form from doing repeats of hill sprints, yet again, I was rolling along beach rd on the wheels of dozens of other people. So why wasn't I off doing that?

This line of thinking disappeared a little as the ride went on. Partially because I was pre-occupied with the need to do a poo (and the fact we were getting every red light wasn't helping my anxiety levels). It was also partially abated because the pace strung out the bunch, and I started to take part in the shenanigans. Into the bottom of Rickets I was in a 3 man break. Things reformed through Black Rock then I made sure it got stretched out again. Sadly I was out done by boomtime who rolled off my wheel about halfway up and put a small gap into me that I was never able to completely close.

My positioning leading into the BP sprint was a bit too forward, I made the call to cover a dangerous looking counter move, and found myself destined to hit the wind too early. Lights at Glen Huntly simultaneously saved me from that fate, and forced me to go even earlier than I feared. I launched at 95% when they changed to green, took a quick look, realised I had a gap, and then committed to trying to solo it the whole way. It felt good, and not just because I succeeded. Ok, so it was mostly because I succeeded, but there was a tiny element that was because.... no wait, yeah it was 100% because I succeeded. The one guy who made it to my wheel never came off it, the hurt of the chase had boxed him completely.

In the end it didn't feel like a complete waste of a morning, but I still have doubts that it's the best use of my time.

Strava link.

D: 46.1km
A: 175m


D: 8.5km
A: 44m

PMPW: 96kg

Monday, 10 February 2014


Why cant you hear a Pterodactyl go to the bathroom?
Because the P is silent.

PMPW: 94kg

Sunday, 9 February 2014


SKCC Crits:
The forecast was for 30° overnight, and 34 during the day. At some point they revised the top temperature to 37, but by the time I saw that I'd already rolled down to the back of Port Melbourne and worked with a strong group of e graders.

I refilled the bottle I drank during that, then lined up with the d graders, content to let them fry in the hot wind before it came down to a sprint. After 20 or so minutes a sole rider went off the front, I decided to chase him down and ensure he didn't sit on b grade. It took a few laps to get onto his wheel, and I must admit, I was pretty impressed by his strength to hold me off that long. After a 5-10 laps, another rider made it across, this one was a d grader, and thus of use to my wind foil. They rolled hard, and I sat contentedly on their wheels, until 4-5 more came across, and the stage was set for a 7 man sprint finish.

During that 45 or so minutes of d grade, I consumed two full bottles, and had polished off my 4th for the day when DK suggested we go get a slurpee in our faces before our own race. It was obvious that core temperature and fluid were going to play massive roles shortly.

I sat up the back of a grade early on, letting others blunt themselves around the back into the northerly. After a while, when it was obvious that most were starting to feel the affects, I rolled myself forward a bit, and kept a closer eye on the goings on. Lui and CJ were covering moves for Rush, so it was only when a couple of guys went clear without them, then Chris Tymms kicked to get across that I felt I had to do anything. I launched after Chris, making contact and pulling through, but we fell slightly short of the catch and the bunch was coming hard after us. While I was slipping back down the pack, trying to get a quick rest, the winning move went. Sadly I didn't even notice it go. I saw the move after, one with 4-5 riders, and figured that was the front of the race. I was content that the 20 or so blokes around me would be able to easily account for them, so I pulled short turns, aiming to keep the pace ticking over, but save my legs for the end of the race, and one truly decisive move.

Our group continued to chase, but I never caught sight of that small group. I saw at least one rider that had been in it on the side, finished for the day, but never the group itself.

"Surely it would be soon. I hope it will be soon. God, we're chewing through our own riders fairly rapidly, we better catch them soon!"

After a while in that mindset, I asked DK, who'd called it a day due to the heat, for a number and time gap. 10 riders, 40 seconds. We were down to 6 riders, and 40 seconds is fast approaching a lapping. So I called it quits, and went for another slurpee.

Strava link.

D: 114.7km
A: 239m

PMPW: 94kg

Saturday, 8 February 2014


Hell Ride:
The Hell Ride served a few purposes today, mostly it was about getting 100km in the legs early, with a few efforts to ensure that some adaptation happened. Given the size of the bunch (it was fairly huge), I tried to keep myself towards the front, rolling to the front and into the wind when it was necessary, but mostly just enjoying the still, 20° C air.

How good is Jack's face at the bottom?

I hit Olivers near the front and with a modicum of Gusto, enough to be in the first few wheels, but not enough to chase down Matt Boys and a Sydney bloke who'd flicked clear off the front. I let others set the pace until Olivers, but miss read the riders in front and thus timed my effort to come around the bunch. A small group pushed clear, and though I was able to match it's pace, I wasn't near the 'win', which irks me a little.

On the return leg, I rolled a few more turns, then worked with DK to string the bunch into the base of Rickets. Neither of us wanted to sprint, so figured why not unload the legs and make those who wanted to sprint, really suffer for it.

Strava link.

D: 100.1km
A: 378m

PMPW: 97kg

Friday, 7 February 2014


I'd planned to get out on the cross bike to play shenanigans with Pikey and Dan Strauss, but some other parts of my life had to take precedence.

D: 15.4km
A: 97m

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 6 February 2014



D: 11.8km
A: 104m

PMPW: 94kg

Wednesday, 5 February 2014



D: 5.1km
A: 77m

HCC Crit:
I'd hoped that last week's HCC painfest would have resulted in some nice adaptation, and that this week I'd be able to contest the finish or make/cover a few moves.

I made the first move, giving it a bit of stick out of the corner as we rounded to complete the first lap. No one came with me, so when I approached the corner the next lap, and the whole bunch was being lead to me, I sat up.

From that point onwards, I sat in, trying to conserve energy in the heat and wind, yet despite my best effort to lack effort, I was fairly squarely in the box. I tried hard not to look at my numbers, and just coax my way through the race, telling myself to just get this climb done, or hang onto that wheel on the flat, but in review the data backs up the feelings of suffering.

At the end, I was mentally and physically done. I asked a few mates if they had any legs, knowing that I could probably lift a tiny amount if I was in the service of someone else, but they all said they were done, so I tailed off the bunch as we hit the bottom straight. There was no point me trying to make up ground from the back.

Post race I rolled to Southbank with a few boys, to catch the end of the Herald Sun Tour Prologue. As we rolled over Princess bridge and down St Kilda rd a little bunch of the racers joined us. They were pretty much the current or next crop of international stars, and most of them ex mountain bikers.

#152 Nathan Elliott, #16 Steele Von Hoff, #12 Thomas Dekker, #14 Nathan Hass, #13 Rohan Dennis, #122 Joe Cooper, #123 Anthony Giacoppo, #25 Matej Mahoric (not pictured), #54 Lachlan Norris (not pictured), a commuter (not pictured) who despite my cajoling refused to attack the bunch.

Strava link.

D: 54.1km
A: 503m

PMPW: 95kg

Tuesday, 4 February 2014



D: 6.0km
A: 38m

Old Fitzroy Cycles Ride:
I thought I'd try something different for a Tuesday, not different in that it's an afternoon rather than morning session (I was doing Sandown before Christmas), but rather the ride itself, the Old Fitzroy Cycles Ride. The last time I did it was with Mark Guirguis, back before my first ever Warny (2009), and a few weeks after I had turned 30.

Some things had changed, the first was how the ride gets on to beach rd, it's now across the rail lines at Brighton beach, a situation I'm told is a return to the old days before the boom gates there got decommissioned. Some thing's haven't changed, Eddie Wilson hasn't been doing it since that last time, but seeing him there, sort of took me back a few years... oh, and it's still a bolter on the way home.

At some point on the way down into the cracking southerly, the bunch got split, I was up front with 9 other blokes, a few of which were happy to keep punching into the wind, most of us weren't.


A couple of our sub dozen group turned around before the Mordi carpark. The big glut of riders who'd been split off turned before them, and suddenly the 6 or so of us left found ourselves not at the front of the ride, but rather at the back. As we sat at a red at Centreway, I told everyone that I'd cover off the gap, and when the light went green I did just that! I was flying with the tailwind, whipping down the road at upwards of  60 klicks, dragging anyone who was willing and able to hold my wheel right to the front of the ride again. Then I sat in and tried not to pedal squares, waiting for a chance to make up some places in the strung out bunch.

As we came through Black Rock there were a couple of small groups off the front. I figured it was time to shine again, so rolled up the side of the bunch and ramped up the legs. The first group was an easy catch, dispatched by the false flat mid section of the hill, the second lot were harder. I caught one or two who popped, but as I crested the top, there was still one guy with a good gap on me, and my legs were tiring. I turned to see who might help close it down, and found that I'd ridden clear solo. As good as that is for the ego, I was disappointed that it meant I wouldn't get that last rider.

I sat up and waited for a pair of riders to get across to me, then jumped on. Lights at Sandi ruined that party, so I figured I'd try and re-load the legs and play in the sprint, which I ended up taking up to speed from just before Glen Huntly, and letting fly at the line.

Yeah, that was solid, maybe not Sandown, but great value for money given it only cost me a delayed dinner time.

Strava link.

D: 60.2km
A: 292m

PMPW: 95kg

Monday, 3 February 2014


I was on my way to Bing's house, to drop off something he leant me, when coming the other direction, I spotted him going for a roll. He turned right, I turned left, and we both headed to the Burnley Boulevard to spin out the legs and a chat until the imminent rain sent us both scurrying for home.

D: 35.8km
A: 190m

PMPW: 96kg

Sunday, 2 February 2014


I once again launched myself off a pier with the boys this morning, but unlike yesterday I had no thoughts about getting on the bike. It's hot, I'm hungover, and I'm hstuggling to think of another h word.

Saturday, 1 February 2014


I thought about pulling the road bike out of my car and getting in a few hours on the flat windy roads of the Bellarine. Instead I jumped off a pier into the refreshing waters of Port Phillip Bay with DK, Skinny and Bones. The brine rushing up my nose into my sinuses can only help increase my oxygen uptake, and thus make me faster.