Tuesday, 9 December 2014


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

1 comment:

Ash Thomas said...

Thats a fkn good description of sucking at dirt after an extended 'break', shall we call it. I like it!