Thursday, 31 July 2014


Right now, I think my relationship with my foam roller is much like a cop movie, one where an old hand is pared with a upstart rookie.

Sort of like Men In Black, but with less aliens.

Anyway, the roller is the old hand, stern, and seemingly unforgiving. I'm Will Smith, full of ideas that I think are right. I keep thinking that I'm tough, but unlike said cop movies, the rookie isn't right in the end.

D: 5.4km
A: 33m

PMPW: 91kg

Wednesday, 30 July 2014



I found this little article via cycling tips. It's well written, and a nice reminder of why road bikes are so good. The reason I'm talking about it though, is this little quote, it's pretty close to what happens in my brain on a hard ride.

"I started using yoga breathing from the bottom of my stomach, concentrating on finding a rhythm between my breath and the constant rotation of my legs. Then I gave up on the breathing and began lying to myself. I told myself I would mention the yoga breathing in this article and I kept thinking about what I would write as I crept slowly to the top of the fucking hill"

D: 22.4km
A: 88m

PMPW: 90kg

Tuesday, 29 July 2014


6am NRR:
There was a cracking northerly this morning that made for a quick trip south, and a slog in the gutter home. Heading to Mordi I found myself off the front with Youngie and tall Nathan, I wasn't super keen to pull turns, but in a 3 man group, I'd be the worst kind of human if I didn't pull through even a couple of times... so I did.

A couple of red lights brought us back to the bunch, and from there on, I didn't stick my nose out until Ormond Esplanade and the sprint lead out. Finishing the ride off with some solid pain so that I didn't feel lazy, and to keep the pattern for racing in my brain.

Strava link.

D: 47.0km
A: 243m

Normally there's one spot on my legs that is worse than the rest, left ITB, or maybe even right VMO. Today, there was no gimmies, nothing that didn't send the rest of my body into full contortions. My dignity went out the window, and I went through the first 4 stages of loss. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, and Depression.

I'm going to need to spend a lot of time with the foam roller, and some more time on Andy's workbench.

Still, there is one positive out of all of this. If my legs have been this twisted, then that may be the cause of the ongoing knee issues. Why their state was not picked up by some of the sports professionals I've seen is a very different topic that I'm going to ignore for the moment.

PMPW: 90kg

Monday, 28 July 2014


I had a fully unco accident with a car this morning. I was turning right, and they were oncoming, but turning left.

I waited for them to turn and then spotted up the footpath to a local coffee shop I was about to frequent... then looked closed to home and realised the car was stopped dead in front of me and I had no where to go.

I pushed my bike left and tried to roll my momentum over the top of the car, but my quad and wallet thunked into the rear 3/4 panel. The worst thing is, the barrista saw it happen, and now due to shame I'm never going to be able to go back there.

p.s. Voss is the boss.

D: 9.5km
A: 44m

PMPW: 90kg

Sunday, 27 July 2014


St Kilda East - Port Melbourne - St Kilda East:
It makes me a little sad panda that the only time I get to ride with DK at the moment, is on his recovery days. He's working with Mark O'Brien to get faster, and the gap between his fitness and mine is only going to grow more vast.

That brings up a weird mix of emotions, on one hand you want your mates to do well, on the other, you want to spend time and share experiences with them. Thus, a mix of excitement, and sadness.

Strava link.

D: 22.1km
A: 75m

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 26 July 2014


Total Rush Shop Ride:
I found Youngie and Beggers heading south down Chapel St, so rode with them instead of heading all the way the way up to the shop. When at Mordi they continued on towards Frankston, I flipped and rode north to find the shop ride.

The trip home was solid work into a slight headwind, cold rain. 4-8 of us rolled turns back up to St Kilda where I promptly headed for home and dry clothing.

Not an overly exciting day on the bike, but it turned out to be a good workout, and a shit day on the bike is still better than a good day in the office.

Strava link.

D: 65.9km
A: 250m

PMPW: 89kg

Friday, 25 July 2014


I didn't ride my bike today, but I did catch up on some latest 'research' done by the kids at Specialized in their fancy wind tunnel.

According to the tests they've done, the haircut I got today, is unlikely to make a difference. What I was surprised to find out was that there is actually truth to the idea that shaved legs are faster. Quite a lot faster.

Anyway, check out their youtube channel for videos of their 'experiments'.

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 24 July 2014


St Kilda East - Port Melbourne - St Kilda East:
A nice chatty roll with Bones along the river, past the city to the back of the docks then back around the bay to a few lazy coffees.

Strava link.

D: 11.0km
A: 97m


D: 26.3km
A: 116m

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 23 July 2014


I thought I'd had an MRI before, but in hindsight it was a ct scan. Anyway, I found it difficult.

"Difficult?" you ask. Yeah, difficult, I respond in the second person.

So I'm hanging out on a bed in a tube, there's a rough structure around my knee, and I'm listening to JJJ being piped through my headphones. The machine hums away at a range of frequencies and makes my leg feel a bit funny. A few minutes later it stops and the dude in the booth asks me if I'm ok, and tells me they're going to have to scan again because there was too much movement.

I have just about enough time to think "wait, i didn't think i moved at all" before the process starts again. At which point my world collapses into the concept of my leg, and how much it is and isn't moving. It becomes a disconnected concept from the rest of me.

"Just relax, if you feel a pulsing sensation, don't worry you're not moving, just try not to work against it"  I'm told.

My leg is a pulsating blob of disconnected, wobbly jelly. I'm reminded of report primary school teachers telling my parents I have difficulty sitting still.

An eternity, and a mere moment of time later and it's over, and I have no idea if the $300 I shelled out has resulted in a clear image of what's going inside the joint between my femur and tib/fib. I wont know until my follow up with the sports doc in a week or two.

D: 5.3km
A: 34m

PMPW: 89kg

Tuesday, 22 July 2014


6am NRR:
Yep, 6am. The Jens led realizations I had last Tuesday about fear, and the reasons for not doing 6am, pretty much left me no choice but to roll myself and my new aero tubed road bike down for the big boys ride.

In reality, I should never have stopped, because as Boomtime said somewhere around Southland. "I love this ride"

Anyway, as for the actual ride, I made it through, managing to pull an accidental turn, and a couple of intentional ones.

Strava link.

D: 46.7km
A: 211m


D: 6.9km
A: 40m

PMPW: 90kg

Monday, 21 July 2014


I went and had a chat with a new sports doc this morning. I probably should have gone back to the ones at OPSMC, and but I still felt like I didn't get the sort of assistance I wanted last chat (recovery plan). Anyway, he confirmed that there's no major structural issues, but indicated that my reduced load and total time off the bike should have made my knee all good again.

So, on Wednesday morning, I'm going to slide myself into a dirty great big magnet, and have some fancy images of my knee made so we can 100% know what's going on, and then proceed from there.

D: 28.5km
A: 232m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 20 July 2014


It was a pretty nice day, but I had a reason that kept me inside. I had a new bike to build.

Sadly it wasn't a new CX rig, but a new roadie isn't anything to sneeze at.*

PMPW: 90kg

* Please don't sneeze at my bike, I just polished it.

Saturday, 19 July 2014


Rush shop ride:
I rolled back from Mordi with the fast group, having convinced myself to go by saying I'd ride as gatekeeper. Instead of doing that, I rolled turns the whole way.

It started out because Bones rolled a couple of turns, and I couldn't let him do more work than me. After a few turns, he'd moved to the back to sit on, but by that point I'd already set the habit and was enjoying the work. I was sweating and hurting in a cardio vascular sense... but it was pretty smooth, so I never stressed mentally.

Strava link.

D: 51.7km
A: 216m

Friday, 18 July 2014


St Kilda East - Sandringham - St Kilda East:
DK was keen for a lazy roll, and while I wasn't over the moon about riding due to knee concerns, I was up for a chat followed by a chat over a coffee.

Strava link.

D: 27.9km
A: 87m

Thursday, 17 July 2014


If I'm staring down the barrel of a several weeks without any training, and I probably am, I need to get my head around the fact it's not the end of the world, and life will go on. Otherwise, I'm going to be a very sad panda the whole time.

Which brings me to a recent post on Ross Training about exactly that concept. God I love the matter of factness of Ross.

Maybe I can spend the time becoming a professional bro-curler. Pew pew.

D: 5.8km
A: 22m

Wednesday, 16 July 2014


I think I've mentioned that it's been tough to come back from a few weeks of Canadian summer, to Melbourne winter. If I haven't, then I've certainly thought about it a bit, and decided that it is still better to have had that warmth.

That's kind of relevant to today, but not today's weather. No, today my knee has let me know that it still needs time/attention. That's disappointing, but it doesn't lessen the fun I had on the bike last week.

D: 6.2km
A: 58m

Tuesday, 15 July 2014


5:45 NRR:
I thought I'd be sneaky and roll the quarter to bunch, and avoid anyone I know seeing me in my current form. Alas, there were no less than 4 mates, and many more dudes I'm well familiar with. So much for anonymous kms.

Anyway, I spent the two up trip south chatting to Dan from Artisan about patella tendinitis, he's been through the same frustrations recently.

On the way back it was single file, but not leg snapping. I moved up a few places here and there, but kept my nose out of the wind until the golden mile and round into Ormond esplanade where I did my bit in the sprint train.

Strava link.

D: 48.8km
A: 205m

I came across this video about Jens Voigt on Cycling Tips. It has Jens, inspiring music, and a quote that resonated with me.

"I refuse to get controlled by fear."

It was fear of being dropped, of judgement and shame in front of my friends that made me roll 5:45 rather than 6:00 this morning, and it shouldn't be. The HTFU way is to see fear as a challenge to be faced front on.

D: 12.9km
A: 55m

Monday, 14 July 2014


I am torn, on one hand the radar lied to me, on the other, if I had ignored it, and just listened to the water in the drainpipe near my bedroom, I wouldn't have ridden this morning.

I suppose I should also credit the early morning mind fog, because I heard the drainpipe even before I checked the radar.

Strava link.

D: 43.9km
A: 156m

Rhino posted this bad boy on facebook, and I think it's a Jesse Carlson special... but anyway, it is ridiculous... and sort of appealing. Jam 400

In case you missed the metrics, 400km, 9000m vert, to be done in under 27 hours (audax rules).

D: 8.8km
A: 45m

Sunday, 13 July 2014


St Kilda East - Mordi - St Kilda East:
I bailed on a couple of ride options today in favour of a sleep in, and a roll along the beach.

I'd vaguely decided to turn around Sandi and head back around to Port Melbourne, but swiftly changed to a Mordi run when Lloyd and a couple of big Becoz boys rolled past. The easy sit was too much to resist.

Strava link.

D: 48.2km
A: 181m

Saturday, 12 July 2014


St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Alma - Mittons Bridge - Mine - Flat Rock - St Kilda East
The plan was to go for a roll with Lucas and one of his mates, it worked for me, because I'd get a good test, but if I found myself sorely lacking, I could turn early.

The plan went out the window when I met Lucas, Todd mate had pulled the pin, and thus put me on the hook for route decisions, including duration. I think he went easy on me, and I in turn did my best to keep the pace ticking over.

By the time Todd decided to join us in Arthurs Creek, I was feeling decent, so set the route back over to the Christmas hills. Going back up Carters Lane I found the end of my rope and had to ease until the emergency gel I downed had started trickling through my system.

Strava link.

D: 129.0km
A: 2,233m

Friday, 11 July 2014


It feels kind of odd to have done northy twice in a week, but do none of them in any of the fast bunches.

Still, that's the plan. I said I'd give myself at least two weeks of just rolling out the kms, before actively seeking the pain.

Strava link.

D: 50.8km
A: 195m


D: 12.6km
A: 47m

Thursday, 10 July 2014


St Kilda East - Frankston - St Kilda East:
After the shop ride on Saturday, Jimbo suggested I should get along to a pre-work Frankston ride he and others were doing on Thursdays. It sounded like good base kms with some nice blokes, so I committed myself early, and organised to meet them at Luna park.

For me, it ended up being the equivalent of a motor pace session. Jim and Luke played with each other, and I dangled on the back, getting a really good picture of where my fitness is at. That picture is not pretty.

Now I know that my lack of fitness is solely my fault, but I'm still going to be adding their names to the list, the one I recite before bed.

DK, Jimbo, Luke Aggett.

Strava link.

D: 82.2km
A: 234m


D: 15.2km
A: 111m

Wednesday, 9 July 2014


I haven't reached the level of excitement about the tour needed to stay up and watch it, but I still care enough to catch up on the results the next day. So, there's a time between when I wake up, and when I finally get time to watch a highlights package, or just the last few kms of a sprint stage, where I run the risk of spoilers.

Today, the spoiler completely blind sided me, it wasn't another cyclist, it wasn't a news bulletin, it was a bloody elevator!!

D: 7.2km
A: 29m

Tuesday, 8 July 2014


The lure of a trip past mick @ soul kitchen, piping hot borek and $13 scotch fillets lured me to the Queen Vic this morning before work.

I obviously miss the longer commute, but I also found myself lamenting no longer being part of commuter cup.

D: 24.5km
A: 133m

Monday, 7 July 2014


I know sitting in a bunch while Pete Canny does all the work on the front is not really anything to write home about. In fact I very rarely write home, I find it easier to ride past and say g'day, or just call if I need to communicate quickly.

Anyway, sitting in on Monday NRR isn't much to write home about, but making riding 4 days in a row was kind of neat, so I was left with a unexpected sense of accomplishment.

Strava link.

D: 44.0km
A: 155m


D: 10.6km
A: 101m

Sunday, 6 July 2014


St Kilda East - Chelsea - St Kilda East:
On one hand I feel good that I got out for a ride, despite the ominous clouds and wet roads. On the other hand I feel a bit soft that I turned around at Chelsea to roll home with some Total Rush kids, rather than continue on to Frankston, or Mornington as planned.

I think today's ride makes it the first time in a couple of months I've done 3 back to back days on the bike... and I feel ok, specifically, the knee is ok... so far. I'm in the mental place where i doubt myself / it, and constantly analyse every sensation.

Strava link.

D: 61.5km
A: 231m

Saturday, 5 July 2014


Total Rush Shop Ride:
The threat of rain, racing, and another shop run event had the numbers pretty low today, so with a few of the shop boys, we decided to roll a single group home, and aim to keep it together.

This meant the pace wasn't balls out, but it also meant I had no excuse but to roll turns the whole way back from Mordi to St Kilda. With a few newish riders, I tried to just set a good example, and keep everything smooth as my freshly shaven legs.

Strava link.

D: 63.5km
A: 250m

Friday, 4 July 2014


St Kilda East - Slack Rock - St Kilda East:
After close on two months without any decent riding, and almost two days of sitting on a plane, it was nice to go for a roll down Beach Rd.

The way south, I felt amazing, forgetting the possibility that it might be tail wind assisted until the moment I rounded the clock tower and headed back into the northerly. It was ok though, I was mostly rolling just to reduce the cattle class induced cankles.

Strava link.

D: 42.2km
A: 178m