Wednesday, 30 September 2015

30/09/2015

NRR:
I sat on the front of the bunch down to Mordi, chatting to DK about bikes and life, then he played witness the fitness.

I took a moment to remove my unnecessary arm warmers, and there was quickly a gap in front of me, a solid kick to covered it, but also set my heart up and over my threshold. I, like everyone else had to sit contented with cheese on toast.

Strava link.

D: 56.9km
A: 202m

Commute:

D: 12.4km
A: 54m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

29/09/2015

Ricktastic Tuesday:
It felt like the 3 boys that rolled with me this morning, were out more for their mental than physical health. Sure Ricky half wheeled me all the way up Doncaster Rd from Bulleen to Balwyn road, but it felt more like habit than intent.

Where we were going for coffee mattered more than what time was set up pony club. That's not to say Pony club was cruised, it's Tuesday after all, and that means it's a big ring climb. If you want to spend time gazing at the golden light filtering across the green rolling hills, or reflect on how there are the barest hints of fog clinging to the grass around the coated horses standing idly in the field, then do so after you've reached the roundabout.

Strava link.

D: 52.9km
A: 632m

Commute:

D: 12.4km
A: 52m

PMPW: 85kg

Monday, 28 September 2015

28/09/2015

Commute:
As I rolled around the lake this afternoon, I got chatting to a bloke who told me about how he was weighing up getting a brain transplant. He wasn't super keen on the idea, but I think he'll change his mind.

D: 26.5km
A: 114m

PMPW: 85kg

Sunday, 27 September 2015

27/09/2015

St Kilda East - Mordialloc - St Kilda East:
Two encounters directed and defined my ride today.

The first was just after I'd left home, I was headed out toward the back of Port Melbourne to roll the legs over, when I spied Danny Cohen heading the other way, on route to Patto river. I swung around and abandoned the idea of riding past the docks.

The second was on my way home from Mordi, I'd had a chat with the Total Rush bunch I'd found in the carpark, and was rolling slowly north. A bloke on a TT rig with a tail of big Becoz boys rolled past, one of whom made a train noise. I abandoned the idea of rolling super gentle, and took the express route home. Thanks to the bloke on the front, and the mass of the boys sitting behind him, it wasn't a much harder effort, but it was certainly quicker. Choo choo indeed.

Strava link.

D: 49.0km
A: 196m

PMPW: 85kg

Saturday, 26 September 2015

26/09/2015

Hell Ride:
100km and home again in time for brunch feels alien, but in a good way. What also felt good was my fitness, I had enough to ask everyone to kindly go faster up Olivers hill because they were blocking me from chasing down the few riders who'd skipped clear. I had enough to kick out of the bunch and go clear up to Canadian Bay Rd, and finally enough to roll home 3rd in the sprint to black rock.

I feel kind of off about it all, I don't think I've been training more, or smarter. I moved my ssaddle forward about 3/4 of a mm, but I doubt that's given me extra wattages. Oh well, if anyone has a horse they want to donate, it seems I'm interested in practising equine dentistry.

Strava link.

D: 106.3km
A: 391m

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 25 September 2015

25/09/2015

Friday Lengendz:
I had a vague idea, but no real concept of the details of this morning's plans before I rolled out. Wilko, Pete Smith and Horvart, rolling around some of the inner eastern suburbs, then a coffee.

What I got was that, but with heaps of shit talk, and several full noise sprints. Despite pulling over 1,600W I didn't come close on the flattest one, I was ill prepared and was quickly out of gears.

It really is the banter that will stick with me though.

Strava link.

D: 37.6km
A: 300m

Commute:

D: 12.3km
A: 52m

PMPW: 86kg

Thursday, 24 September 2015

24/09/2015

6am NRR:
That felt good, or rather I felt good. Sure it'd be nice to punch harder/longer/both in the sprint leadout, but I think with some mental or vocal cajoling the body would give up a few more Watts.

Mostly I just felt like I could roll anywhere I wanted, and turn up the pace, or hold a tempo or.... oh man I wish I could bottle this feeling! It's not like I slept well, or have a great diet, my training isn't anything to write home about, and I didn't have any coffee before the ride... so buggered if I know how to repeat the sensation.

Anyway, it was nice, and it makes the prospect of crits starting next week a lot less scary. Now the task is keeping my head screwed on. nothing is going to be easy, but a lot of things (given the right willingness to dig) could be possible.

Strava link.

D: 44.1km
A: 158m

Commute:

D: 12.6km
A: 56m

PMPW:

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

23/09/2015

Belgie:
Somewhere along the way, and I mean on life's journey not just today's, my confidence and or ability to corner a bike at its limit has waned. It's not the end of the world, but I'd like to get back to a point where I don't drop a wheel to a bike length on turns.

That little observation aside, got it was good to be on the bike this morning. It felt like a win just being out, given the forecast earlier on this week, and the Belgie itself is a giggle.

Strava link.

D: 56.4km
A: 721m

Commute:

D: 12.3km
A: 67m

PMPW: 87kg

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

22/09/2015

Commute:
Work got the aircon system serviced yesterday, and now there's a sound... and it's fucking with me.

It's a low rumble of a sound, and I keep finding myself panicking about / resigning myself to riding home in a storm.

Stupid jerk aircon!

D: 24.9km
A: 81m

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 21 September 2015

21/09/2015

Commute:
The forecast for this week is shit until the weekend, which leaves me wondering how I'm going to get my endorphin fix.

I think the answer is to go stand under a barbell, but I'm not yet ready to accept that I'll be unable to walk for the rest of the week.

D: 25.3km
A: 102m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 20 September 2015

20/09/2015

CX Shenanigans:
I hooked up with Caddy again for another try at CX adventures. This time we avoided the ferocious trees of lower Rosanna, and instead asked of ourselves one simple question.

"Take the singletrack?"

Obviously the answer was yes, and obviously it was the right choice. What wasn't obvious to me beforehand, was how many memories some of these trails would bring forth.


This photo is definitely Steve's.

We haven't quite yet reached the point of remembering things with a golden glow, the tint is certainly still one of redness, or perhaps its a shrinking tunnel of vision, but it was still nice to revisit the memories of riding trails a decade ago.

Strava link.

D: 60.0km
A: 722m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 19 September 2015

19/09/2015

Wardennes:
Rick and I met a strong BG crew on route north for a little Wardennes action. I wasn't the slowest, but there was a bloke named Jeremy who was a shoe in for the title of fastest.

On Mt Pleasant I let others push the air, trying my best to keep myself cool calm and collected, because to be fair, I thought I might struggle to even hold on. When I found myself still attached leading into the final kicker to the Warrandyte Rd, I decided to try to hit the last few riders from behind and sneak a win. Not only was I caught, but I was dispatched by the fellow in royal blue Rapha (the Jeremy character I mentioned earlier).

Once that pecking order was established, it quietened down a little. I played near the front for most of the ride, but the pace never quite required I dig as deep, I'm going to go as far as saying I was having fun.


This is totes Gene Kehoe's photo.

Then... a mate hit the deck. There was a stray tool biddon, a corner, and a ditch on the other side. Ambulances were called, and once the paramedics applied a Dora the Explorer bandaid to the worst of the wounds, there was a remounting and a ride home in the sun.

It sounds slightly anti-climactic, and I was thinking just that as I rolled down Chapel st on my way home, then I decided to think about the car that was giving me a right good nudge from the right. While no trained medical professionals were required, my road bike now sports a new hanger... so that's something I suppose.

Strava link.

D: 96.6km
A: 1,376

PMPW: 85kg

Friday, 18 September 2015

18/09/2015

Commute:
A few words, SMS'd before the early bird had even scratched itself, was enough to see my alarm reset and set me up for regret later on.

"We may get drizzled on."

I should have just grabbed some booties, a rain shell, my mini mud guard, and got a ride in.


D: 26.3km
A: 125m

PMPW: 85kg

Thursday, 17 September 2015

17/09/2015

Rest:
There were a lot of stairs at the conference I was at today, so I made sure to keep my eye on them at all times. They were up to something.


PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

16/09/2015

Ricktastic Tuesday  Strausy Wednesday:
Dan Strauss had a plan, I believed it was a regular Tuesday loop, but with double pony club. What it was was a regular Tuesday loop, with a double pony club, with every climb to be a Dan v Neil challenge.

I've got to hand it to Daniel, he's persistent, or relentless, or excitable... basically it took a lot of effort to best him up a climb... but he recovers way faster than I do, so hits the next one just as hard while I was still cross eyed. Bloody hell it was a good session though.

Strava link.

D: 59.2km
A: 746m

Commute:

D: 12.6km
A: 45m

PMPW: 85kg

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

15/09/2015

Rest:
I've got a mate who recently retired after years of putting everything into his shoe making business. He really gave his awl.

PMPW: 86kg

Monday, 14 September 2015

14/09/2015

Commute:
Bibs and jersey, yep that's all I needed/wanted to wear to ride today.

I went back through my instagram account to check out what was going on a year, and two years ago. Last year I was on Wilson's prom, with rain and fog rolling over Mt Oberon, and the year before that I spy jumpers, caps, and neck warmers.

D: 26.0km
A: 105m

PMPW: 86kg

Sunday, 13 September 2015

13/09/2015

CX Shenanigans:
After yesterday where I showed him some bits of tarmac he hadn't seen, Pikey returned the favour today by showing me some new bits of single track, and a bunch of bluestones that had us simultaneously giggling and concerned about how much our arms were wobbling about.

Neither of us felt terribly sprightly today, the repeated kicks of yesterday's route had taken the punch out of our bodies, and left us craving some quieter moments. Those moments came (for me) in a couple of different ways.

First up were a few sections of twisting trail where the mind and the body and the bike disappear, and there is just this turn, then the next one, until you popped out the other side to the smell of bat poo.

The second was the strip of dodgy tail along Daerebin creek, a long straight stretch of green that made let the mind drift off and forget that just over the embankment several million people's lives were carrying on. There was just bike, bloke and buffalo (it might have been rye or cooch, but neither of those make for a good alliteration).

Strava link.

D: 43.3km
A: 384m

PMPW: 86kg

Saturday, 12 September 2015

12/09/2015

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Stony Creek - Kruses - Pigeon Bank - Nicholas - Alma - School - Christian - Flat Rock - St Kilda East:
I wanted a morning of bikes with mates and after several hours of cruising, half wheeling and outright attacks on quiet back roads, I'm ready for a nap.



Dusty was once again keen to push himself hard and I still wasn't ready to let him take any easy wins... or any wins at all. Add Fewy, Ged, Pikey, and a few others in, and it was at times further from gentlemanly than the amount of Rapha would lead one to believe.

The thing that's still got me feeling rather chuffed came long after everyone had turned off for their respective homes. A few hundred metres from my own place, I asked my tired legs to give me a sprint, and they pushed some of the best numbers of 2015. Maybe... just maybe, I might still have a chance to take a crit win this summer.

Strava link.

D: 110.8km
A: 2,032m

PMPW: 86kg

Friday, 11 September 2015

11/09/2015

Recovery roll:

Strava link.

D: 21.5km
A: 30m

Commute:
A few years ago it became illegal to drink while driving, so I'm assuming it's thus also not kosher to do so while riding a bike... buuut if you had to pick an arvo to do so, today's was pretty tops.

D: 26.3km
A: 119m

PMPW:

Thursday, 10 September 2015

10/09/2015

Commute:
I used to play golf a bit, though not enough to get good. Despite this I'd always take a spare pair of pants to the course, in case I got a hole in one.

D: 26.6km
A: 173m

PMPW:

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

9/09/2015

Belgie:
I enjoyed that. There were giggles at dudes getting well sideways, and giggles at pain getting dished out left and right. That the ride didn't need lights, and that I didn't need leg or knee warmers was just cream on the top of an already delicious dairy product. What's not to like?!

It all gave me a taste of the summer to come, of blokes (let's be clear, blokes is not gender specific) being ridiculous on bicycles. It tasted like a flat white and a short macc pre, and a flat white post ride. This summer is going to taste like coffee. I know that's what last summer tasted like, but I'm telling you, it's still a thing!

Strava link.

D: 56.9km
A: 576m

Commute:

D: 12.4km
A: 50m

PMPW: 86kg

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

8/09/2015

6am NRR:
I checked the radar before getting up, and figured it said "the roads will be wet, you may get a touch of drizzle, go ride".

Whether I misread the radar, or things changed after I checked it, but what happened on my ride was far worse than drizzle. The 7 riders who made it around today were pretty much all drenched. Sure there were dry bits, protected by some garment or device, but overall I'm guessing everyone felt like a half drowned rat.

On the flip side of the coin, the rain meant we rode two up. I started off at the front, pushing a steady 300-350W next to Tozer, which is basically a 20-25min sweet spot interval broken up by the odd red light.

Strava link.

D: 38.5km
A: 178m

Commute:

D: 24.7km
A: 99m

PMPW: 86kg

Monday, 7 September 2015

7/09/2015

Commute:
After 30 odd minutes of riding into a block headwind to work, there was a brief moment, 100m or so where my route curled back around and I got the wind at my back. The headwind wasn't terrible, but the silence of that last bit of road made me realise why the train of riders streaming inbound on the docklands highway seemed awfully happy for a Monday.

D: 25.2km
A: 109m

PMPW: 86kg

Sunday, 6 September 2015

6/09/2015

CX Shenanigans:
Last night I planned a couple of things for this morning, but didn't plan on one pertinent item.

I got up early and was out the door at 6am. I knew that sun rise is 6:35, so by the time I got to singletrack it'd be light and I'd have them all to myself. I'm a thinker, this was good thinking.

I didn't really come up with a specific route, so I was kind of exploring and going with a path less ridden vibe. Which brings be to a bit of trail along the Yarra between Bridge Rd and Victoria St. I was thinking about the ennui that I seemed to have, and how I wasn't doing the opportunity to ride much justice. This particular bit of trail is not a bad one for that scenario though, it starts off open, but tightens up before two quick dips and turns spit give you something to think about, before it spits you out the end. It was the second one of those dippy turny bits that I got some good thinking done. Thoughts like "Shit, that's not ideal!", "Was my tyre flat or did I push too hard?", and "Fuck I'm still attached to my bike, this might hurt in a bit!".

I reckon those are valid thoughts, and they finally pointed to me being present in the moment. Sadly during the many moments that followed while I sat by a slightly foggy Yarra river and put a tube in my very burped front tyre, I came back out of the moment. I decided I would just rather go home, have a shower, make a coffee, and possibly not tell anyone about digging the poor worm and his/her dirt home out of my shoe buckle.

Strava link.

D: 19.9km
A: 124m

PMPW: 86kg

Saturday, 5 September 2015

5/09/2015

St Kilda East - Yarra St - Rush shop ride - St Kilda East:
There was a bit of a pre round the bay training ride training ride going on today, which meant I had a roll along beach road with some people who might not have ridden as much as the gents that accompanied me on my jaunt through the hills last Saturday. That's not said to disparage anyone, I'm firmly behind the idea that more people, or more bikes, is more better. The reason I mention it, is I was aware in advance I wouldn't be getting as much of a workout today.

So... I made a plan!

I got up early, and rolled out of home with sort of enough time to get to Rush and do the pre-loop. It was as I hoofed it up Chapel st that a kink in my plan revealed itself. The kink itself developed some time last night, when the tiny Canadian and I were smashing our way through some delicious burgers. I remember the moment clearly, I was in the kitchen, looking down at a plate of lettuce, charred beef, and melty cheese, and I thought to myself... hot sauce would make this even better. So I went to the fridge and the cupboard, they're next to each other, and both have a fine selection of chilli based condiments, and selected two bottles.

Diemens,  made in part by my Canadian mate Reece with Australian pepper berries, give it a go, it's good stuff... anyway that wasn't the issue. The second bottle was El Yuceteco Kutbil-ik, and I have a tortured relationship with it. On one hand it's got this deep smoked habanero flavour that I can not resist, on the other hand, it's ~12,000 scoville units, and runs through me like an express train... which was the issue I previously alluded to.

Anyway, with the shop not due to open for another hour or so, I made use of a public bathroom, and made do with a couple repeats of Yarra St before the Beach Rd jaunt with my new mates.

Strava link.

D: 87.0km
A: 540m

PMPW: 86kg

Friday, 4 September 2015

4/09/2015

Recovery roll:
I accidentally chewed the end off my pen today and ended up swallowing a bunch of ink. I know it's not the end of the world, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside.

Strava link.

D: 16.2km
A: 40m

Commute:

D: 26.7km
A: 109m

PMPW:86kg

Thursday, 3 September 2015

3/09/2015

St Kilda East - Yarra Trails:
I need to spend more time on the trails on my cross bike, because I felt like a complete roadie this morning, I even had a moment as I rolled up to a gutter where I was worried I wouldn't make it.

It wasn't all horribly stiff bodies and tyres stuck to the ground, I ripped out a dozen or so laps of the pump track, then played avoid the puddles on some of the inner trails.

Strava link.

D: 27.9km
A: 227m

Commute:

D: 13.2km
A: 55m

PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

2/09/2015

Commute:
I fitted new, full mudguards to my commuter on Monday night, expecting it to be quite wet today. So it was with mixed emotions that I rode to and from work on dry roads.

D: 22.9km
A: 81m

PMPW: 86kg

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

1/09/2015

Ricktastic Tuesday:
It was at the final corner of Pony Club that I simultaneously discovered that I'd successfully dropped everyone... and remembered that I was going to take it a bit easier today.

Strava link.

D: 53.1km
A: 655m

Commute:

D: 12.3km
A: 51m

PMPW: 86kg