Saturday, 31 December 2016

31/12/2016

St Kilda East - Mordialloc - St Kilda East:
Yearly 15,000km goal, done.
Festive 500 800, done.
Neil, done

A nap, a few beers, maybe a day off, then it's back to sensible things... like trying to win HCC crits while weighing 89kg.

Strava link.

D: 58.7km
A: 220m

PMPW: 89kg

Friday, 30 December 2016

30/12/2016

St Kilda East - Blairgowrie - St Kilda East:
Wilko was rolling to Sorrento, and that sounded like a long way. I was pretty sure I needed a long ride to get myself to my 15,000km goal, but I wasn't 100% sure as fatigue is not doing great things to my brain (legs aren't amazing either). Anyway, so long was good, so I went long.

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As we rolled two up, picking up and dropping of mates along the way, I tried my best to calculate return times, knowing I needed to be back for a lunch date. At Blairgowrie I reached my "oh shit, I have to bail" moment, and bailed for a solo trip home. I hoped for a few riders to work with along the way, but in the end it was just me, riding tempo for 85km, grateful for the tailwind and yet another Maxibon.

I made it for lunch, and now there's only ~50km left to roll tomorrow.

Strava link.

D: 175.3km
A: 788m

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 29 December 2016

29/12/2016

St Kilda East - Frankston - St Kilda East:
The forecast was for a downpour in the morning so I didn't bother to set an alarm, but once again it didn't precipitate, and once again that lead me to riding during a hotter time of day than normal.

The northerly was bearable on the way south, pushing me along solo until Jeremy Cameron caught me around Beaumaris, then it pushed the pair of us two up to Frankston. Jem went on to Two Bays, I turned around and started the slow, grinding slog back into the teeth of the furnace like wind. I worked turns with a guy from Telstra until a bunch of trithletes rolled through, punching a lower, smaller, but most importantly faster hole in the air. I jumped on them, pulling through once or twice when they began to tire, but mostly kept out of their way. Drop bars and road brakes don't mix with extensions and TT brakes.

Strava link.

D: 104.6km
A: 266m

PMPW: 89kg

Wednesday, 28 December 2016

28/12/2016

Recovery Roll:
I had plans to ride long this morning, out the back of St Andrews to investigate the resealed Buttermans Track, but when I woke at 5:30 the radar looked iffy and I sent the sms equivalent of a white flag and went back to bed.

In hindsight the rain didn't eventuate, but heat and humidity did. So by the time I realised I was running out of chanced to get on the bike, it was disgustingly hot outside.

So I rolled easy, following water courses where I could, with only a minor side track to take advantage of a ripping tailwind to reclaim a KOM.

Strava link.

D: 45.2km
A: 347m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

27/12/2016

NRR - Mt Pleasant - St Kilda East:
I chopped off most of the morning with ex pro Tom Leaper and currenr pro and Brenton Jones. Mostly I felt guilty about sitting around while a couple of mates pulled the small bunch, but I also knew it'd sound good.

Anyway, once we got ourselves back to St Kilda I rolled up Chapel St and out to Mt Pleasant for a pedestrian round trip through and back to Eltham. I was feeling physically and mentally cooked, so much so that I stopped for an emergency maxibon then later on again for a double coffee. Neither made me superhuman, but I got home alive, so I'm chalking that up as a win.

Strava link.

D: 125.3km
A: 1,165m

PMPW: 89kg

Monday, 26 December 2016

26/12/2016

St Kilda East - Two Bays - St Kilda East:
Santa was good to me yesterday, there was jerseys, socks and more Reeses than you could poke a 7 year old child at. Those gifts paled today though, as the most magical gift of all was given to Rick, Fewy and I.

Tailwind both ways!

We cruised south riding two up, chatting amicably while the northerly converted 200W into a delightful 36km/h pace. We hit Frankston and rolled out a modified Wednesday morning loop, noting that going the up Banool Cr was much more difficult than descending it. It was as we chatted at the Two Bays shops, saying goodbye to Berg who was heading on down the peninsula, that we realised the temperature was dropping, a sure sign that a southerly was now in effect. Sure enough, 200W delivered us 35km/h on the way home, though this time our conversation was slightly stilted, none of us wanting to jinx the most magical of wind conditions.

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Strava link.

D: 117.9km
A: 595m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 25 December 2016

25/12/2016

St Kilda East - Albert Park Lake x 17 - St Kilda East:
I wanted to get the most kms done in a smallish time window. Beach Rd is good, but Albert Park Lake is better because there is only one light, and it's seldom red.

So I rolled myself the 2km down, and rode around for 90ish kays, watching the still almost misty morning turn into an oven. Seeing runners set up an event marquee, run, then pack up to go home to their families. I met a man who put my 90km day and 15,000km year to shame with a 300km day and 55,000km year... and yes, he did the 300km just around the lake.

Strava link.

D: 92.5km
A: 59m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 24 December 2016

24/12/2016

Xmas Hell Ride:
Big wheels, pre-coffee, white socks and a caffeinated gel in the back pocket... I stopped short of a skinsuit, but a few blokes didn't.

They, and by they I mean I, said that the KOM on the xmas helly is the consolation prize for those that lose the sprint. When I said it I had no intention of going for the KOM, and all intention of winning the sprint. Given my heavy reliance on irony as a form of humour in my writing you can probably guess that things did not go as planned.

The surprise of the day was neither the cheeky KOM victory, or the elbow bashing that left me with 3rd in the sprint, no... the surprise was the downpour that engulfed us around Bonbeach. When I'd rolled out of home, there were large vertical stacks of white clouds off in the west. Their whiteness and distance reassured me, and served as a canvas for the rising sun to paint a gradient of reds, oranges and yellows. The rumbles of thunder as the Black Rock clock ticked over 7 were the problem of someone far away, and besides the issue at hand was staying up front of the big bunch rolling down along the beach.

So with the confidence of a forecast that mentioned nothing about rain, I rode on. When the first drop of water hit me I assumed it was someone's sweat, as my own was threatening to run down my sunglasses and cloud my vision. A moment later when the second drop hit me, I wondered if someone was squirting themselves with water to cool off. The next dozen drops came together and in a rush. They were big fat globes of water, that quickly soaked the road, and then us. My right shoe, previously gleaming white, now sported a coat of road grit and a filling of wheel spray. I stopped worrying about sweat obscuring my sight  and weighted the pros and cons of taking my glasses off all together.

Next year I'll position myself better, and perhaps check the radar.

Strava link.

D: 116.7km
A: 439m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 23 December 2016

23/12/2016

St Kilda East - St Helena - Carlton:
No one had a specific plan when we met at 6am, consensus was reached to "ride somewhere a bit different, then have coffee".

The vague idea in Warwick's head changed when we hit some road works blocking our route. I made some on the fly decisions until someone pointed out we were now heading away from town, instead of towards like I thought.

The one thing we got right was coffee at Ora.

Strava link.

D: 60.9km
A: 844m

Commute:
The last day of work for the year and I skipped out early and detoured around Albert Park Lake a couple of times.

D: 21.2km
A: 46m

PMPW: 89kg

Thursday, 22 December 2016

22/12/2016

NRR:
I'm was still feeling yesterday in my legs, so I hung our in business class until a light split off the front dozen or so riders. Bringing them back just felt like the right thing to do. I think that makes me a jerk, but that shouldn't be news to anyone by now.

Strava link.

D: 48.8km
A: 179m

Commute:
If I ride up Chapel St to get to work, I normally turn left at the river. I've got a pretty good reason for it, work is to the left. Today I rolled up Chapel St and turned right at the river, because going straight to work isn't going to clock up the Kms.

D: 32.9km
A: 224m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 21 December 2016

21/12/2016

NRR Long:
You know that bloke that sits on, pulls exactly zero turns, then smashes it on their favourite hill? Yeah, totes me this morning.

Rowan Dever was sitting pretty on the front all morning, I managed to get him breathing heavy on Canadian, but on Two Bays he stood on the final right hander, and rode me right off his wheel. Chatting later he said he tries not to go into the red. Fuck, that must be nice. Me? I go deep into the red and then try to go deeper. At the top of Two Bays I had a full two barrels of snot unashamedly streaming down my top lip. I'd gone through the point of blowing bubbles, and was breathing so hard that they had no chance to form. My main consolation for going that deep was riding others off my wheel.

I rolled a few turns on the way home, but the expected tailwind was somehow a 2nd headwind, leaving me well hollow for the rest of the day. A couple of coffees did nothing to lift my energy levels.  Realising I'd missed equalling my Two Bays PB by 1 second, despite having to slow down to confirm with some nice police officers that we could go around a downed tree, was a nice bit of info though.

Strava link.

D: 105.8km
A: 590m

Commute:
Right, so I'm on track for 100km per day through to the end of the year.

D: 8.0km
A: 31m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

20/12/2016

Commute:
The rain gods were unkind to the normal Ricktastic crew, but just after 7 a gap in the weather appeared, and I set out for some bike path extras.

D: 33.6km
A: 147m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 19 December 2016

19/12/2019

Commute:
The weight of this 15,000km goal feels heavy today, I'm going to have rock two 600km weeks, which is quite close to my maximum (ever) weekly distance.... two weeks in a row.

So I grabbed some extras around the lake, amused that on a day forecast to hit 30, I needed a wind vest to stay warm.

D: 25.8km
A: 175m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 18 December 2016

18/12/2016

St Kilda East - Mt Pleasant - Husseys - Old Warrandyte - St Kilda East:
Given it was Sunday, I had hoped to make it to Church (Rd in Cottles Bridge) this morning, but the lads Rick and I rolled out with were weaving their way in a different direction. So we tagged along on the dirt paths heading upstream along the Yarra until we hit Westerfolds where finally a need for vert saw us peel off towards Mt Pleasant Rd, and then on through Warrandyte.

Other than a detour up Yarra St on the way home via the Kew boulevard, the ride was about rolling along roads and chatting about how optimistically I'd dressed. The roll down the last couple of Km of Chapel St was totally bibs and jersey weather, but I have to admit the 3-4 hours before weren't.

Strava link.

D: 88.0km
A: 1,313m

PMPW: 89kg

Saturday, 17 December 2016

17/12/2016

Hell Ride:
I had a several fun beverages last night, and got home well past my normal 9:30pm bed time, so it no surprise that I woke up to my 5:17am alarm feeling tired and unmotivated. I turned it off and spent a minute trying to think of an excuse to stay in bed that would stand up to scrutiny in hindsight. I got up and went riding.

There were solid crossies that had us guttered at 50km/h, then full gas (no not my guts) through the hills, then some more crossies, and finally a sprint that I felt surprisingly good for.

I can already hear your brain being sarcastically amazed at the in depth analysis and insightful observation. So I'm going to point out that while 2 hours of a fast bunch may burn out the booze, my brain is still only working off of 4 hours of shit sleep.

Strava link.

D: 108.2km
A: 454m

PMPW: 91kg

Friday, 16 December 2016

16/12/2016

Commute:
Knowledge is power, France is bacon.

D: 19.6km
A: 129m

PMPW: 89kg

Thursday, 15 December 2016

15/12/2016

Commute:
I set myself a 15,000km goal for the year, and up until I took a month off to go overseas that seemed not just feasible, but dead set guaranteed. Well since then I've also had a further bike free trip and now I'm staring down the barrel of a goal failure. I'm at 13,620 of 15,000 and there's only a couple of weeks left to go.

The choice seems to be to let go of the care, or rip out my biggest ever week between xmas and new year.

D: 23.4km
A: 169m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

14/12/2016

Belgie:
By the end of the ride, despite the decidedly humpy nature of the day, it felt a lot like a Tuesday morning,  Some solid pedal action along the gravel and bike paths by Tommy Southam and Cam McDonald reduced it to just the three of us.

Strava link.

D: 58.0km
A: 607m

Commute:

D: 7.5km
A: 28m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

13/12/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
So much for introducing speed back to 1 hill per week, there was some solid schnell on all the hills this morning.

Once again I wasn't feeling peppy, so as Rick and I rolled up Doncaster Rd then High St on the front, I made assumptions about why my front wheel occasionally fell behind the line of Ricks. It wasn't until I took a moment to change gears that I realised Rick was possibly consciously driving it. My wheel fell back slightly as the chain shifted rings, and Rick seemed to take note, then the tension in his body and legs visibly increased."Right, so we're being jerks today!"

A similar display of fitness occurred on Foote St and Roseihill Rd, all the while I knew Warrack felt obliged to return last week's lead out up Pony Club. As we rolled along Banyule Rd, I tried a couple of times to tell him I wanted no part of it, but slowly the pace ramped up as we approached the single lane bridge. Warrack and Tom pushing the air in front of me, visibly setting themselves to give it a nudge and my sense of pride and/or competitiveness kept me on the wheel. Tom wavered on the false flat middle, leaving me to cover the slight gap to Warrack, who then developed a speed wobble in his right elbow moments before the final left hander. The next 20 or so seconds sucked, and the whole thing has left me shattered well into the working day, but I'm happy to have a 5 second pb, and be a second clear of Stalder (Warrack's time from last week is still safe as houses).

Shit that's a lot of words about a (sub) 2 minute climb. LOLs, you put more words towards what you find important/meaningful I guess, and ripping the big ring up that climb on a Tuesday morning just feels right to me.

Strava link.

D: 50.0km
A: 639m

Commute:

D: 8.1km
A: 39m

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 12 December 2016

12/12/2016

Commute:
Palindromic weather may read the same both ways, but both ways of my commute certainly felt different. 13°C in the morning vs 31°C the evening.

D: 17.4km
A: 112m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 11 December 2016

11/10/2016

St Kilda East - SKCC E, WB, D Grade Marshalling - St Kilda East:
Due to some no bicycling commitments around lunch time, I only had time for marshalling at SKCC. Still the combination of E, WB and D got me almost 90km which means it didn't feel like a wasted morning.

In fact, not only was it not wasted, it was my first placing in a while. A break got up the road in d-grade, so I popped myself on the back and let the two enthusiastic gents tow me around for half an hour. Given I didnt pull a single turn it felt rude to contest, but I still rolled over the line in third place and first marshal. Now, if only I somehow convince A graders to let me sit on them in a break, I might be in with a chance.

Strava link.

D: 88.3km
A: 80m

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 10 December 2016

10/12/2016

Hell Ride:
It wasn't quite as summery as I'd expected this morning, with the rain around Seaford and Frankston highlighting that my hands had only only been warm when wrapped around a tiny coffee pre-roll-out.

I gave Olivers a dig, but despite easily going clear, I paid for it on the run up to Canadian. A large neon sign that perhaps I didn't have a huge number of matches... a large neon sign that i ignored when I went too early for the sprint into Black Rock.

Patience it seems, is something that I need to put some training time into.

Strava link.

D: 112.0km
A: 430m

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 9 December 2016

9/12/2016

Commute:
I almost got out the door for a coffee shop roll this morning... but at right that very moment it started to rain so I spent 15 minutes getting my latex shoe covers off again instead.


D: 20.6km
A: 148m

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 8 December 2016

8/12/2016

Commute:
I went on a once in a lifetime holiday. Never again.

D: 16.9km
A: 104m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

7/12/2016

Commute:
It takes a lot of balls to golf like me.

D: 18.2km
A: 109m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

6/12/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
I managed to decimate my best ever power and power to weight numbers for ~1:30. By doing so I equalled my best ever Pony Club time, despite shutting off the legs with 10-20m to go. Warrack, who finished off my effort, not only took the KOM, but put a 5 second buffer to a stalwart of Melbourne KOMs (Andrew Stalder).

Great, yeah, Strava, woooo..... what astounds me the most though, is how crap I felt on every other hill leading into it. There was no pep, there was no vim, and there certainly wasn't any vigour, yet here we are typing/reading about life best efforts. Despite my extensive accounting experience, I can't reconcile it.

Strava link.

D: 48.4km
A: 634m

Commute:

D: 8.1km
A: 30m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 5 December 2016

5/12/2016

Rest:
I had another night of terrible sleep due to the humid air of the cool change ripping apart millions of pollen packages, packing them into my pulmonary pockets, and thus depriving me of sleep.

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 4 December 2016

4/12/2016

ChrissCross:
Last year the bits of sand we rode through stood out in my memory, but with the context of this year, I now see them as mere snippets of sand, in a much larger meal of sand. A dessert if you will.

Crummy puns aside, there was a lot of sand this year, and it was rad. I stayed up the very front through the unpaved sectors, chasing De Luca, Dan Moore and Mikkeli Godfree, with the occasional cameo from Brenton Jones and Rob Eva. You know... basically dudes who may be beyond riding/racing for a living, but still live to ride/race (obvs not Brenton, who still rides/races pro). It was lucky that worksafe didn't turn up to do an inspection, because hammers were being dropped left right and centre early on.

It was The Pines where things took a turn for the Koksijde. Massive hills and pits filled with the finest of sands. You'd plan for a specific line, you'd plan to stay relaxed, but no battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy. Soon things would go a bit sideways, then a lot sideways, and eventually you'd just give in and dump all your power through the pedals to ensure you'd at least make an impressive rooster tail. At one point we stopped at the top of one of the dunes, and a double push off didn't provide enough speed to get me going forward through the silica. I came to a quite literal grinding halt and teetered precariously for a moment until I could get a crank in position to pedal.

Strava link.

D: 44.1km
A: 263m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 3 December 2016

3/12/2016

St Kilda East - Eltham - St Kilda East:
Today was less workout, and more chop out. Strauss and Blankfield were rolling 40ish people around our standard Tuesday loop as part promotion for their little bicycle tour company, so Rick and I came along to ensure people got home in the same condition they started.

While we wrongly assumed Strauss would look after himself, everyone else managed to stay upright and mostly not lost.

Strava link.

D: 51.0km
A: 735m

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 2 December 2016

2/12/2016

Commute:
I started a band a while ago, it's called called 999 Megabytes... we haven’t gotten a gig yet.

D: 21.9km
A: 154m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 1 December 2016

1/12/2016

Commute:
As near as I can tell the last time I lined up for a MTB race was March 2012, but a stick ended that one mere seconds after the gun, so let's ignore it and go to the last one I finished. The Surfcoast 6hr on the 22nd of October 2011.

Holy shit, that's over 5 years ago... I haven't raced MTB in 5 years! Still, that doesn't make it feel less odd to get an email from MTBA saying my MTB license has lapsed, and consciously decide not too renew it. I held on to it these last few years for tradition, but we're in Australia... we celebrate christmas by having a bbq and going to the beach, so we don't really have a tradition of tradition.

Oh well should the need to race fat knobbies arise again, at least I'll get given my trusty 4 digit member number back.

D: 19.2km
A: 120m

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

30/11/2016

Commute:
With De Luca's Chris(tmas)Cross this weekend I figured I should get some time in on the dirt, but I didn't really have too much time to do so. Queue 40 laps of the Kew pump track on the way to work.

1 x 20 normal way
1 x 10 reverse
1 x 10 normal way
1 x I think I need a coffee

D: 23.3km
A: 195m

St Kilda East - HCC Crits D Grade - HCC Crits A Grade - St Kilda East:
I rolled in to the crits early and sidled my way up to Laurie Lovelock. Despite a very good sidling, and some great puppy dog eyes (the best puppy dog eyes, ask anyone!), Laurie informed me they didn't need any more ride marshals for D-grade. Though a few moments later he realised that one of their rostered riders hadn't shown, so my warm up/extras were soon back on track.

D Grade wasn't too eventful. They slowly shattered themselves, meaning that I was frequently dagged off the back by exploded riders, and got to practice carrying speed through the bottom turn without anyone else around.

A Grade was similar in that the bunch whittled down over the course of the 45 minute rate. I hid in the bunch for the first half of the race, then started to go with some moves once the intermediate sprints were done. By go with, I only mean go with. There was no pulling of turns or initiating of attacks. Basically if the rider in front of me went for it, I'd tag along and suffer.

Eventually though, the twenty or so riders left were given a 4 lap countdown. Brendan Canty traipsed away, leaving the rest of us to sprint for 2nd. I was kind of shagged, but DK offered to dump me into the corner first and I figured why not. Why not see where the tank would run completely dry? Through for the 2 laps to go Dave was powering us up the side of the bunch, taking us from the back and around the outside of the bunch. Some dodgy lines on the inside pushed us even wider on the downhill sweeper, I unclipped my inside foot, fearing an imminent lie down in the concrete gutter. I didn't, but our momentum was baulked meaning that through the hairpin and up for the bell we were still at the back. Dave once again took us up and around the bunch, driving hard down and along the flat. He flicked an inside elbow and shot straight through to the spectators, it took me a moment to process, I scrubbed speed... I scrubbed a lot of speed and then tipped into the corner. Left foot down. *scraaaape*, perhaps a millisecond too soon? Right foot down, my cadence was too low but I drove the gear anyway. I felt a presence up my inside. I fought. The presence became a person along side me. I fought. The along side became in front. I fought. Another rider slipped up past. I exploded.

So the answer to where the tank emptied was halfway up the hill. Sure there was room to improve the final few laps and especially the final corner, but I'm satisfied that I was there at all. A normalised power of 406W tells me it wasn't an easy race, but I was there until the bitter end.

Strava link.

D: 71.5km
A: 770m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

29/11/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
The last of the November amnesty rides, though given my legs felt flatter than piss on a platter, perhaps I should be sad rather than glad.

Strava link.

D: 49.2km
A: 619m

Commute:

D: 8.9km
A: 15m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 28 November 2016

28/11/2016

Commute:
Two people walk into a science bar. One says "I'll have an H2O." The second one says "I'll have an H2O too." He died.

D: 18.1km
A: 151m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 27 November 2016

27/11/2016

ABOC SSS:
I haven't raced track in a while, let alone match sprinting, but SKCC had a week off crits, so I thought I might literally wipe the dust off my track gear and see what's up.

I qualified with a 12.806 flying 200, around half a second off my best that was set in.... holy shit 2011, that seems like forever ago. Back then a high 12 second would have been one of the better in A grade, today it was almost a second off the fastest time, and behind the bulk of riders.

I didn't win a singe one of my 3 races, so instead I'm going to look at what's different between the day of my outdoor f200 PB, and today. For a start I'm a few kg lighter (86-88 vs 90-92), I was training specifically for track and the Kilo but still riding a mountain bike. I wasn't racing at HCC, but I was racing B-Grade at CCCC. Most amusing to me was that I intentionally didnt ride the Hell Ride the day before my PB, because I didn't want to ruin sprint, where as I was sad panda to miss it yesterday.

Post race sausages: 5

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 26 November 2016

26/11/2016

St Kilda East - Frankston - St Kilda East:
Despite being at Black Rock before 7am, I missed the Hell Ride. I rolled out of the cafe across the roundabout with a few minutes to spare, but discovered that my rear tyre lacked air.

After getting it changed I rolled south, hooking up with a small bunch through to Frankston, then chucked a u-turn to unite with the helly for the return to Black Rock\

Not what I'd planned, and not terribly exciting, but still better than another rain cancellation.

Strava link.

D: 87.5km
A: 232m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 25 November 2016

25/11/2016

Commute:
This week has had more 5am ZZZ emojis than it has training rides, so an extended commute was called for.

A photo posted by Neil Robinson (@entyr) on


D: 26.6km
A: 126m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 24 November 2016

24/11/2016

Commute:
I think (by think I mean I'm planning to but want to leave myself a tiny out in case I get scared) that I'm going to go race track sprints on Sunday at Blackburn. My track bike hasn't had any regular use, let alone regular racing since 2013.

I should probably re-glue the tyres on my race wheels.

D: 16.8km
A: 122m

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

23/11/2016

Commute:
As the world moves towards more political correctness / empathy (US elections aside), it's important to remember that dwarfs and midgets have very little in common.

D: 16.1km
A: 147m

PMPW: 87kg

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

22/11/2016

Rest:
I've been an asthmatic for as long as I remember.  As a kid I was hooked up to a nebuliser countless times, a plastic mask strapped to my face while a droning sound emanated from compressor next to me that pushed air through a drug cocktail and then on into my lungs.

These days things tend to be pretty manageable. The occasional tightness during dry winters and pollenous springs that are quickly dealt with via some terbutaline. Last night however, was fucked.

In the space of a few moments I went from happily sitting on the couch, to feeling like there was a 20kg plate on my chest. The sense that I wasn't getting enough air set against a backdrop of panicked emotions. The desire to cough was constant, and though I couldn't alleviate the symptoms, I decided to ride it out rather than go to the hospital and contribute to a code brown... and not just because that sounds like the result of a too spicy curry.

Anyway, the point is holy crap pollen is a jerk, and that's why my only activity for the day was visiting my GP.

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 21 November 2016

21/11/2016

Commute:
6 out of 7 dwarfs aren't Happy.

D: 16.1km
A: 147m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 20 November 2016

20/11/2016

St Kilda East - SKCC Crits (E, WB, D, A grades) - St Kilda East:
As I rolled into the driveway at lunch time, I saw my GPS click over from 149km to 150km, a satisfyingly round number. Strava claims it was only 149.9km, but there wasn't anything left in my legs or reserves of will to try and work out how to get an extra 100m added in.

I rolled over to White St early to run the 20 or so dudes around in E-grade. Half an hour of rolling around at 35km/h, nothing crazy but some nice miles to have in the bank. Given I was there, and didn't have anything else to do, I grabbed a marshal jersey and sat on the back of women's B, thus getting another 40 minutes at 36km/h. Then it was on to D-grade, which had several run ins with the back of B after averaging a snappy 43km/h.

The point there I guess is that before I rolled myself to the front of the waiting A-grade bunch, I had a good 90 laps of the White St circuit in the legs, and that was possibly too much given my lack of racing of late. Once rolling it was obvious that people wanted to get clear, guys would go up the road, a little bit of leash would be given, then bridging attempts would be made. Seeing strong riders going into the void, the bunch would inevitably give chase, and moments after the break was caught by the chasers, everything would be back together and ripe for another couple of riders move to go clear. I took part in some of that, managing to find myself right on Stu Hill's wheel twice as he decided that a break was a good idea.

After the second sojourn off the front, I realised I didn't have too much left, so drifted back into the bunch to consume a gel and see if I could conjure up some kind of sprint. The clock ticked down, and attacks continued to go clear, resulting in the bunch surging forward in chase. Each time I was along for the ride, but it was becoming obvious to me that there would be no miracle of recovery, and when things got lined out at 3 to go, I decided to pull out the side and call it a day. I was empty both mentally and physically, so there was no way I was going to do anything about 100m extra for a Strava file.

Strava link.

D: 149.9km
A: 44m

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 19 November 2016

19/11/2016

Total Rush Shop Ride:
The lack of a lot of strong people made today's shoppy harder. It meant I felt obliged to pull the bunch home, and for most of that trip back to St Kilda, it was just Scotty from the shop chopping off with me.

With just the two of us up front providing the pony power, it meant long stints in the still morning air. Getting comfortable with the idea that things were going to be uncomfortable for a good chunk of time.

So to recap, I started off with no intention of doing much work, but finished with a near PB for 20-30min wattage (for the year).

Strava link.

D: 72.8km
A: 279m

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 18 November 2016

18/11/2016

Commute:
The bike path on the south of the Yarra has been under (re)construction in what feels like forever, so it was a delightful surprise to discover you can now get under Punt rd again. What that means is instead of criss-crossing the river, or doing bean cloverleaf shaped routes to get back up to Chapel St, I can stay on the south edge all the way through to the city.

Anyway, the point is I'm more likely to roll along the river to/from work, which is fantastic news given we're approaching summer.

D: 15.0km
A: 142m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 17 November 2016

17/11/2016

6am NRR:
The sun's ray's peaking over the horizon, casting an orange glow across the ground.

A man, wearing a gillet open to the wind and flapping behind him in the eddies of air left by his passing body.

A bike, without lights but deep of wheel profile.

A bunch, filled with facsimile, a lurid mish mash of colours but a single intent, speed.

The speed builds, the face on the front growing contorted with effort, then changing to a fresher copy. A hyrdra may replace every head with two, but this beast only shows one at a time. One engine on the front of a train that stretches back along the beach in that orange, early morning glow.

Strava link.

D: 43.9km
A: 167m

Commute:

D: 16.7km
A: 114m

PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

16/11/2016

Commute:
Do you know why I hate Russian/babushka dolls so much? They're just so full of themselves.

D: 18.9km
A: 129m

PMPW: 86kg


Tuesday, 15 November 2016

15/11/2016

NRR:
I was rolling along, having a chat to Leigh Schilling when it struck me that my fitness wasn't too bad. Sure it could be better, but I was sitting out in the wind, and still able to conduct a protracted conversation.

There were other moments when I flexed some fitness with intent, but it was the familiar faces that've stuck with me. All right, sure that's possibly a tautology, but if you stop being a language pedant for a moment you'll get to what I mean. It was saying g'day to guys and girls I haven't seen to much of in the last year that meant the most this morning. Ok, that and once again claiming the hill out of Black Rock as my own.

Strava link.

D: 43.9km
A: 207m

Commute:

D: 16.4km
A: 159m

PMPW: 87kg

Monday, 14 November 2016

14/11/2016

Commute:
I've got some offsite training (sadly not the bike kind) this week, which is going to throw a slight spanner in the works of riding. It's not all bad though, it means I get to try a different cafe at 10am each day.

D: 21.4km
A: 242m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 13 November 2016

13/11/2016

Intervals:
I'd hoped to race, but both SKCC and CCCC were called off due to rain, so I pulled out the trainer and found a CX world cup to watch while putting myself through 40 minutes of threshold work.

1 x 10min E1 (inc 2 x 7s HCLR)
1 x 5min @ 300W (result: 307W)
1 x 5min E1
1 x 10min @ 300W (result: 305W)
1 x 5min E1
1 x 10min @ 300W (result: 319W)
1 x 5min E1
1 x 10min @ 300W (result: 333W)
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min @ 300W (result: 441W)
1 x 5min E1

So I only achieved 35 minutes of sweet spot. Given the final 10 minute set had felt good, I decided to see how much I could hold for the final 5 minute effort. Somehow that translated to a 6 week max.... doing that on the ergo is unheard of for me.

Strava link.

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 12 November 2016

12/11/2016

Rest:
Shout out to the people who want to know what the opposite of in is.

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 11 November 2016

11/11/2016

St Kilda East - Kew Boulevard (Yarra St x 3) - Carlton:
If you had to sum up this morning with a single sentence, it'd be. Intelligent conversation interspersed with really stupid hill sprints.

It's been a while since I've caught up with Caddy, especially on the bike, so I proposed we head out for a roll somewhere between our respective homes and work places. I needed it to be not too intimidating, something that lacked a history of attacking each other, somewhere that Steve would say yes to riding. I also wanted some training stress, a sprint or two so I could look back on the week and not feel it's wasted.

So we headed to the Kew boulevard for a lap and a half, with ascents up Yarra st each time we passed. I let Steve set the pace on the main rd, and pointed out a shortcut for him up the hill sprint, but for me, it was up past the roundabout to Sir William, then a moment to catch my breath before a sprint up up to Studley to Molesworth.

We didn't solve any of the world's pressing issues in our conversations, or set records with our efforts up Yarra St, but those weren't the measures for success.

Strava link.

D: 42.9km
A: 659m

Commute:

D: 8.6km
A: 41m

PMPW: 89kg

Thursday, 10 November 2016

10/11/2016

Commute:
49x18 is a 73.5" gear, and it's what I've got on my commuter. I had to accelerate it coming down Princess St hill towards Lakeside Drive this morning to ensure a minimum of issue with claiming a full lane.

So basically this is just a reminder of the cause of possible future hip socket pain. Ripping said 73.5" gear through at 150rpm until I could duck off down/around the lake, out of the path of people driving their cars to work.

D: 17.5km
A: 172m

PMPW: 88kg

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

9/11/2016

Commute:
I was up late working with the UK office last night, which left me tired this morning. Mostly though, I was mentally tired, so initially set out in the opposite direction of work to get a few extra kms and a few extra moments for my brain to relax.\

Soon enough I was in Elwood, so stopped at Turtle Cafe to say g'day to Lucas and grab another brew. Shortly after Dunc Smith arrived, so I chatted to him, then came Gerro, and with him thoughts of me ditching work to go ride slightly under-dressed in the nongs.

I chose note to invite myself to their ride, and instead headed back along the beach to Port Melbourne, and finally in to my desk. .

D: 33.9km
A: 136m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

8/11/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
This morning felt like an allegory of the USA elections. There were lies, there were innuendos, and there certainly was controversy late in the show.

Until the FBI releases the deleted coffee conversation, I can't confirm or deny if there was any half wheeling.

Alright, so no one was taking part in #pantsuittuesday, but by definition an amnesty is a political act, and the USA election is the biggest political party going on in the world right now.

Strava link.

D: 50.9km
A: 679m

Commute:

D: 10.9km
A: 40m

PMPW:88kg

Monday, 7 November 2016

7/11/2016

Commute:
I know a lot of jokes about unemployed people but none of them work.

D: 16.6km
A: 164m

PMPW: 88kg

Sunday, 6 November 2016

6/11/2016

St Kilda East - Mt Macedon - St Kilda East:
That ride didn't make everything perfect, but it certainly swung my mood back out of mopey and into happy. The dumb ideas (which I'll get to) were the highlights, but the foundation was a solid base of mates and bikes.

Think of this bad boy like a great big pot o'bolognese. The meat is totally the building block, but because it's a given, we tend to talk about the variety, the differences, the nuance. So today the beef was riding Ride to the Divide in a bunch with DK, Jay, and Kate Perry, but there was a bunch of seasoning that spiced it up.

DK and I cooked that bad boy for 8 hours, adding in a roll to and from the Essondon Fields starting point ensured there was enough time for the umami flavours to develop and permeate the whole day.

I threw in a dash of trying to beat everyone up the back (easier side) of Mt Macedon to spice things up, finding myself coming off the steep early ramps side by side with one of the Avanti Isowhey boys, and deciding to go toe to toe to the top.

At the end was a hit of fresh pump track on the road bike with race wheels, because nothing livens up flavours like pushing tyres of any width down perfectly formed rollers.

A video posted by Felix T. (@visionftphoto) on


Strava link.

D: 184.9km
A: 1,916m

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 5 November 2016

5/11/2016

Rest:
If I'm being honest with myself and you, I was mopey today. Yesterday's training fail putt a dampener on my positivity.

I barely touched the bike during the week, and I still couldn't get through a few short efforts. Yeah I've had a bunch of work on, yeah I haven't slept amazingly, but... yeah, I hang a bunch of my self value in my ability to pedal a bike.

A day off the bike isn't all bad though, I finally swapped out the rotors on my CX bike and gave the BB an overhaul. Hopefully that addresses all the annoying noises.

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 4 November 2016

4/11/2016

St Kilda East - Yarra st x 2.5 - Carlton:
I woke with the intention of doing 20 Yarra St reps, by the time I rolled out of home I was down to 10, and by the time I hit the boulevard I was down to 5 but for them to be followed by 5 at the crit track. I guess the point here is that I wasn't feeling super keen on the efforts.

At the end of the 2nd effort I was worried that my HR strap wasn't registering properly, 158bpm after a minute something of dumping everything I had into my pedals wasn't right. I stopped, undid all the layers I had up top, and re-moistened the contacts. I hit rep three and it was clear that the problem wasn't with the data, it was with me. I pulled the pin and went for a coffee.

Strava link.

D: 20.1km
A: 300m

Commute:

D: 10.5km
A: 37m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 3 November 2016

3/11/2016

Commute:
A photo posted by Neil Robinson (@entyr) on

D: 22.0km
A: 127m

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 2 November 2016

2/11/2016

St Kilda East - Yarra Boulevard - Carlton:
I asked DK out for a roll, and I expected there would be some intensity to it, but in the end we just had an easy roll followed by a couple of cuppas.

Strava link.

D: 31.3km
A: 389m

Commute:
Given this morning featured exactly zero Yarra streets, I added a minor detour on my way home via Anderson St. I timed the lights at the bottom to ensure I had some momentum, then got out of the saddle and sprinted way longer than felt healthy.... and then proceeded to cough up a lung for the next hour or two.

D: 8.5km
A: 62m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

1/11/2016

Commute:
The roads were quiet for my roll to work, I guess that's the upside to working on a public holiday. The flipside of that might explain why I'm tired and skipped Ricktastic Tuesday.

D: 22.1km
A: 102m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 31 October 2016

31/10/2016

Commute:
I went to the supermarket today and returned 50 raisins and got 100 sultanas. The currant exchange rate is good.

D: 16.7km
A: 126m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 30 October 2016

30/10/2016

Rest:
If you ignore the 60km/h blustering wind, it wasn't too bad a day to be outside exercising, but I took the day easy anyway. Work, travel and training have had me feeling constantly on the go for the last month, so getting some minor chores and PS4ing done was a pleasant change.

PMPW: 87kg

Saturday, 29 October 2016

29/10/2016

St Kilda East - Broad Gully - Mine - Christian - Flat Rock - Yarra Boulevard - St Kilda East:
We had a plan to visit the freshly paved Buttermans Track, but it was abandoned in favour of not putting one of our crew into a very deep dark hole. I'm not going to suggest that we're maturing, but especially considering how fiesty this guy is when fit, it was very nice of us not to peer pressure for a harder day.

After the rolling hills were done, a coffee drunk, and good byes said, I was rolling myself home and trying to work out the maths. My estimates said that if I went the direct route, I'd end up with 90 something km on the clock, and I really really prefer when it clicks over 3 digits. So I took a detour to the HCC crit course in Kew, and turned some cornering practice (hahaha puns!) into a set of nausea inducing hill sprints.

Strava link.

D: 105.3km
A: 1,631m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 28 October 2016

28/10/2016

NRR TTT:
So engrossing was my conversation with Ross Wilkinson that we'd had a fair yak before my brain realised that there was bugger all wind (verbiage obviously excluded).

I took leave of that convo to go sit on the back of the TT rigs rolling turns from Southland back to St Kilda BP. Due to that aforementioned lack of wind, it was pretty cruisey. Sure, if you were silly enough to actually sit right behind them, rather than a roadie, it was a touch harder, but that's all to do with how ridiculously low they're all set up.

Strava link.

D: 43.7km
A: 170m

PMPW: 86kg

Thursday, 27 October 2016

27/10/2016

Commute:
I could have chosen a nicer day to remove most of my hair, but on the bright side, now the combined mass of my head, hair and cycling cap fit under my helmet easier.

D: 18.4km
A: 200m

PMPW: 85kg

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

26/10/2016

Belgie:
I thought there would me more bodies on the Belgie today, basically because the weather was (due to be) nice.

There was some schnell because I wanted to keep Adam Lana honest, and he in turn wanted me to be honest, but it was more about laughs than pain cave. Like rolling over the back of pony club, taking a cheeky inside line under Adam through a corner, then having the bike squirm and shift on the loose gravel, and trying to prevent it pushing out into his space. Or on the single track climb, asking Todd for a less than full noise pace, and subsequently having to rub elbows and hips with Adam to keep him out in the scrub and thus from being able to overtake. The revenge for that moment when I let him sneak a wheel in front on the way home, and subsequently found myself very, very, very wide on a turn, with a choice of braking and trying to get under him, or running through a grass verge that's in desperate need of a good mowing.

Strava link.

D: 56.1km
A: 513m

Commute:

D: 7.6km
A: 28m

PMPW: 86kg

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

25/10/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
Alright first ride back done and dusted. I was a little worried I was going to cop a flogging by Rick and Waz, but the pace wasn't killer and when things got painful, my legs worked out alright.

The challenge of the day was how I'll manage the next few months. A November amnesty has been called to make Tuesdays a bit more available/open/welcoming/accessible to everyone who hasn't ridden through winter. I mean really, what is this "tempo" thing?

Strava link.

D: 55.1km
A: 718m

Commute:

D: 8.2km
A: 32m

PMPW 87kg

Monday, 24 October 2016

24/10/2016

Commute:
I am Jack's raging bile duct.
I am Jack's hot sweat.
I am Jack's complete lack of mercy.
I am Jack's smirking attack.
I am Jack's commuter cup victory.

D: 16.8km
A: 135m

PMPW: 87kg

Sunday, 23 October 2016

23/10/2016

Rest:
A shower in my own shower, a poo in my own toilet, and a nap in my own bed. That's pretty much all I achieved today, and it was good.

It looks like past me was a half decent bloke too, as my bikes all look clean and ready to roll next in the coming week.

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 21 October 2016

22/10/2016

Rest:
I think my dad steals from construction sites, he's never been caught, but every time I visit him, all the signs are there.

21/10/2016

Rest:
It takes a lot of balls to golf like me.

Thursday, 20 October 2016

20/10/2016

Rest:
I really don't understand why people get some upset with politicians these days, they haven't done anything!

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

19/10/2016

Run:
I've failed to crack 5km on a run, despite people I've been running with happily ticking over the half decakilometers. Alright 5km isn't that exciting, even if I make up a phrase to describe it, but I've been close enough a couple of times that I'm annoyed I can't claim I've achieved it.

So, the office lunchtime run, over the Thames, dodge the walkers along the river, throw a u-bolt at big ben, and come back to the office. Crossing the bridge, a mere 200m from work, Alex happily had her phone displaying 5km, I looked at my GPS unit to to find it merrily displaying 4.2km.

I chucked a hard right back down to the near bank of the river, and ran on through the back streets of Southwark until I was sure I had more than 800m extra done.

D: 6.1km
P: 5:53/km

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

18/10/2016

Rest:
In my day job I'm often having conversations about process controls that ensure favourable, but when it comes to food while I'm travelling, I struggle to get the process right.

I guess I'm saying I look forward to having a fridge and a kitchen in my daily life so I can eat the way that makes me the happiest in the short and long terms. There's a lot of pubs around here, but I dont want to eat in them every day.

Monday, 17 October 2016

17/10/2016

Run:
Now that it's done, 23 minutes doesn't seem/feel that long, but when I woke up at 5:30 to go for a run, I wasn't super keen/motivated/happy about it. I'm not sure if it was the physical or mental challenge that worried me more... maybe it was equal measures of both.

I'd hoped to get a full 5km done and to sneak in under (faster than) 5min pace, but given the lassitude I felt before it, I'm happy to have it done. The next challenge is to start loosening off these calves before the next run on Wednesday, but more importantly the 24 hours of plane time that starts on Friday night. My fear of tight twitchy legs in a cramped space is far greater than my discomfort at the idea of running 5km.

Strava link.

D: 4.4km
P: 5:11/km

Sunday, 16 October 2016

16/10/2016

Rest:
I was hoping to get out on the bike again today, but I wasn't prepared to get wet to achieve it, so instead I wandered around London a bit and watched a bunch of pro cyclists getting destroyed in the heat and winds of Qatar at the world champs.

Saturday, 15 October 2016

15/10/2016

London lumps with DPSC:
I had a few strong references I hoped would convert into riding companions, but by the time I got up this morning, I was still without any set agenda or companions to ride with. Not to be deterred I headed south towards Dulwich, with the intention of making my way out towards the Biggin Hill airport, where strava lead me to believe some hills existed.

Thankfully I met a local rider on the road, he got me to a coffee in Crystal Castle, and then pointed out some other riders who were heading out for a decent length roll. That's got to be one of the things I love most about humans, I literally rocked up to a group of people standing around, and invited myself to spend several hours with them guiding me around... and they were happy to oblige.

A photo posted by Neil Robinson (@entyr) on


The tiny lanes were nice and quiet until they weren't. The hedgerows would block all view of oncoming cars so there were several moments of panic when a wild landrover discovery would appear in front of us. It's all good though, I'd prefer to ride on small lanes with limited cars that occasionally appear, than on a highway with full view of all the trucks a few feet over.

Strava link.

D: 127.3km
A: 1,585m

14/10/2016

Rest:
I'm thinking about changing professions and moving into mirror polishing. It's a job I can see myself doing.

Thursday, 13 October 2016

13/10/2016

Rest:
It would be correct to state that I'm not just surprised, but pleasantly so to discover that I can move my legs today. I can not only move them, but I'm able to locomote in a fashion resembling normality.

Once walking normalised, I extended my incredulousity... incredulousness.... level of surprise by taking one of London's many bike hire/share scheme bikes for a jaunt across the Thames on some errands. While track standing the horizontally compliant machines is somewhat challenging, the feeling of wind rushing through my hair (as the occasional bus tested the widths of my handlebars) was invigorating.

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

12/10/2016

Run:
I committed myself early today, sending an email to the runners in this here London office, saying I was keen for whatever they were doing. I figured it's been a while since I did something dumb and pushed my comfort levels in different/new directions.

In the end it wasn't too bad, the instigator of the group just wanted a cruisey 5km jaunt along the river to Big Ben and back. Between people out for a lunch time stroll and the occasional cross street the pace averaged juuuust under 6 minutes per km, and thus I never felt stressed cardiovascularly. The chat meant it wasn't a journey into my own personal dark hole either.

I'll probably do the one next week, because by then my calves will (hopefully) have stopped hurting.

Strava link.

D: 4.9km
P: 5:57/km

Tuesday, 11 October 2016

11/10/2016

Run:
Eventually, after standing around in the gloom of a 6° London morning, waiting for my GPS to find some satellites and thus where it/I was, I decided to just run. The 20 minutes it took to reach that point speaks more to how much I require data than it does about not wanting to run... but I can't completely deny I was delaying getting started because I didn't really super duper want to do it.

The question now is, do I head out with the London office running group at tomorrow lunch. I hear they punch out around 7km @ 5min pace. I'm semi curious how I'd go on that.

D: 3.51km
P: 5:19/km

Monday, 10 October 2016

10/10/2016

Rest:
I wrote a song about a tortilla today... well actually, it’s more of a wrap.

Sunday, 9 October 2016

9/10/2016

Rest:
I spent all of today, or only half of it (I'm not sure how to count it given the crossing of a dozen time zones), sitting in a plane to the UK. I slept too little, and watched too many movies, with the occasional calf raise when I noticed the muffin top happening with my socks.

Once in London I walked around a bit, hoping to stay awake long enough to make a local bed time, but there was no intensity in the drizzly conditions.

Saturday, 8 October 2016

8/10/2016

St Kilda East - Mordialloc - St Kilda East:
I considered doing the Hell Ride before this ride, but I decided to listen to my body telling me how tired it was. So, I got up, walked the dog, had a coffee, and then rolled out to meet what felt like 200 people on a ride to remember Peter Bolton who died on Wednesday.

Strava link.

D: 49.6km
A: 183m

PMPW: 87kg

Friday, 7 October 2016

7/10/2016

CX Shenanigans:
Despite being tired from a long week, I wanted to get out on the dirt. I wanted the mental space of a ride, and the grins that complex corners and changing surface conditions give. Perhaps I should back back from that language, a ride, even one on dirt, isn't a magic bullet.I didn't roll out the other side of the ride a better human, or with a fresh outlook on life. I got to the end with a few moments of fear, several fun ones, and a need for more coffee.

I do want to give credit to Warrack for not only his commitment to the trails, but to current aesthetic standards. There was every kind of trail surface this morning, sandy, rocky, rooty, dry, slimy, and flat out mud bogs. So when at the furthest point of the ride, Waz was not only still hooking, but doing so on an off camber trail, I was impressed. He hit the big green clay (the slickest kind of clay) and went sideways, I was impressed he showed me the full drive side of his bike. Most people would have been worried about staying upright, he was obviously concerned I might be instagramming, and didnt want it to be a non drive shot.

Strava link.

D: 61.7km
A: 665m

Commute:

D: 8.2km
A: 27m

PMPW: 86kg

Thursday, 6 October 2016

6/10/2016

Commute:
I asked my North Korean friend how it was to live in North Korea. He said he can't complain.

D: 17.3km
A: 135m

PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

5/10/2016

5:45 NRR long:
I'm feeling pretty hollow now. The ride this morning was tough, and word has come through that a good bloke finally succumbed to the4 cancer he was simultaneously happy to talk about, but reticent to burden anyone with.

I'm not going to eulogise, or offer condolences here. There will be no call to action, or moralising. I'm just going to have some feels of the non-bum-touching kind.

Strava link.

D: 101.3km
A: 535m

Commute:

D: 7.5km
A: 19m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

4/10/2016

Commute:
I've decided to run a marathon for charity. I didn't want to do it at first, but apparently it's for disabled kids so I think I’ve got a good chance of winning.

D: 17.8km
A: 135m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 3 October 2016

3/10/2016

Commute:
I've had a headache for around a week, I assumed it was from a combination of stress, time looking at screens, and the gunk building up in my sinuses. What I assumed it wasn't was from tightness in my neck like the headache I had after the dooring the other month.

Well, with some more time pressing an evil red ball into various parts of my trap, the headache is mostly gone. The release from that pain is great, but mostly I'm left with a feeling of surprise at how long the dooring has affected me. At the time it happened I assumed I'd go through a couple days of bruised ribs and then life would be normal.

D: 17.9km
A: 151m

PMPW: 86kg

Sunday, 2 October 2016

2/10/2016

St Kilda East - SKCC Crits - St Kilda East:
I rocked up to the start line on White St with little caffeine and only the easy ride from home as a warmup. Possibly not ideal race prep, but I figured I'd surf the bunch and see what was left at the end of the race.

I didn't get to do that though, because after 35 minutes of racing, a group of 4 determined fellows lapped the field. Ok, sure I could have stuck around to see the finish, but instead I went home and ate a pint of ice cream. I think i made the right choice.

Strava link.

D: 43.3km
A: 103m

PMPW: 86kg

Saturday, 1 October 2016

1/10/2016

Intervals:
There was enough water on the roads to dissolve my resolve to ride outside, instead I thought I'd get through a quick/easy 5x5.

1 x 10min E1
1 x 5min @ >373W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min @ >373W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min @ >373W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min @ >373W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min @ >373W
1 x 5min E1

Obviously 5/5 isn't easy, and it didn't feel short, but it's all done now.

PMPW: 86kg

Friday, 30 September 2016

30/09/2016

Rest:
I once farted in an elevator, it was wrong on many levels.

PMPW: 86kg

Thursday, 29 September 2016

29/09/2016

Commute:
It is so cold outside I saw a politician with his hands in his own pockets.

D: 18.0km
A: 136m

PMPW: 86kg

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

28/09/2016

Belgie:
The happiness I felt when the Belgie rolled out and Rohin Adams wasn't on it was short lived, as his pink lycra clad figure met us on the road and ensured a repeat of yesterday's shenanigans.

The plan was always going to be to drop a bunch of hammers and see who was left seeing straight, but Rohin not only keeps me honest, but fact checks every single effort to ensure 100% transparency. Yeah, alright that semi reference to yesterdays USA Presidential debate didn't really work, but it's typed now and I am too tired to reach all the way up to the backspace.

I know that the path to adaptation travels through pain town, but it's one thing to look at the map, it's another to roll through it and experience those moments of "My body is telling me this is all I've got, but I need more, so I'm going to demand more and see what happens.". Moments on a wheel where I worried about holding on, but had to kick to come over the crest of a hill first.

LOLs, "had to come first". Yeah that was my mentality this morning, and while it's wee bit anti-social, it's pro-fitness-gains.

Anyway the efforts are done, and now I have to deal with the lethargy that flows from it. Thank Shozaburo that it's raining tomorrow and thus I'll just be rolling easy.

Strava link.

D: 55.5km
A: 553m

Commute:

D: 5.5km
A: 17m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

27/09/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
I think I have to stop claiming Pony Club as mine, as for the second week in a row, Tommy completely steam trained me. Yeah yeah, he represented GB at 5 road world champs, but... actually there's no but to that, dude knows how to ride a bike, and I left way too many watts on the road earlier in the ride.

I'm going to blame Rick again, though as I'm sure you'll see I'm equally to blame. You see, when we rolled into High St, it was Rick and Matt Berg on the front. Rick appeared to take delight in half wheeling Matt until  he blew. So I rolled underneath Matt, and up to Rick where I politely asked him how he is/was. Moment's later Rohin did the same to me, ensuring that the tone for the morning was maximum jerkiness.

Strava link.

D: 49.6km
A: 653m

Commute:

D: 8.1km
A: 62m

PMPW: 86kg

Sunday, 25 September 2016

26/09/2016

Commute:
I rolled down St Kilda Rd this morning, deciding to take the express wheel of a roadie who was booking it. The thing is, she had one sock on inside out, and not only that, when I asked, she indicated it was intentional.

So there we go, that last birthday was the one where I lose track of what's cool. Kids these days!!

D: 21.2km
A: 171m

PMPW: 87kg

25/09/2016

Run:
It was back to the oval for another 10 laps on grass to keep the impact load as low as possible. I worked on relaxing my shoulders/dropping my arms, and pulling up my shorts (seems my new phone is heavier than the old one).

I started with a tight calf, and finished with a tighter one. Even giving it a few solid going overs with a massage stick leaves me worried about what's to come over the next few days.

Strava link.

D: 3.7km
P: 5:05/km

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 24 September 2016

24/09/2016

St Kilda East, Half Hell Ride, Safety Beach, St Kilda East:
I'm going for a nap.

The helly southbound was solid, it took 55km/h to roll a turn so I only managed one. That left me in the churn of the bunch and thus stuck behind riders who seemed to brake when we hit Olivers (seriously people, wtf?!). I tried to chase Pat Lane when he kicked out of the bunch as we passed the end of Baden Powell, but I eventually blew somewhere in no man's land. That wasn't what did me in though.

The roll from Mt Eliza through to Safety Beach featured 6 of us, and though I spent some time on the front, that's not what did me in.

No, what ruined me for the rest of the day was sitting two up with DK into the headwind home. Solid, sweet spot effort levels for twoish hours. I swear as the wind got stronger as we went, meaning as I steadily weakened our pace dropped down and down and down. It's beach road damn it, where were all the lovely bunches for me to sit on?!

Strava link.

D: 139.0km
A: 822m

PMPW: 88kg

Friday, 23 September 2016

23/09/2016

NRR TTT:
I had planned on another Friday St Helena loop, but when everyone else bailed at 5:20am I decided I needed to find another multi person option rather than ride solo. Obviously it's a bit rude to be sending unsolicited texts soliciting rides before 5:30am, so I went with Northy's TTT option.

I spent the morning glued to wheels like a a 14 year old glued to their first model plane. I was stuck fast, but a little bit too embarrassed to ask anyone for help. Sadly a post ride review of the power numbers suggest that it wasn't them, it was me. Oh well, I've chalked (another) one in the "not my day" column and now it's time to get on with copious coffees.

Strava link.

D: 53.2km
A: 212m

Commute:

D: 9.4km
A: 17m

PMPW: 87kg

Thursday, 22 September 2016

22/09/2016

Commute:
My dog always used to chase people on a bike. It got so bad, I finally took his bike away.

D: 19.4km
A: 132m

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

21/09/2016

Commute:
I was putting away some books tonight and one fell right on my face. I guess I've only got myshelf to blame.

D: 19.1km
A: 140m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

20/09/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
I've often talked about events being a reaction to past events. Like wearing leg warmers today (even it it's probably unnecessary) because yesterday I didn't but should have. Well today I got a bit feisty early because last week, Rick did.

It was possibly petulant, it was feasibly fractious and it was unquestionably ungracious. We were sat on the front of our swollen bunch, catching up on weekend activities, and though there was some minor half wheeling, it never felt malicious. I guess what I'm trying to convey there is that there was no present excuse for increasing the intensity the way I did. I heard his inhalation increase in intensity and pushed on the pedals.

Just to be clear about the state of my conscience, it is unhindered by unrest. Yep, I'd do it again, even if once again it left me prevented from peak performance on pony club. I feel that piquing the passion of the peloton, provides plenty of personal progress in physical proficiency.

Strava link.

D: 46.6km
A: 630m

Commute:

D: 7.5km
A: 19m

PMPW: 89kg

Monday, 19 September 2016

19/09/2016

Commute:
I thought about calling it a while ago, when the first warm air of spring rippled over the dark sleepy city of Melbourne. I thought about saying "Righteo, no more leg warmers for 2016", but resisted and was glad when frost laden southerlies once again made the mercury plummet.

Well, I'm thinking about calling it again. The days are longer, the sun lightening the Eastern horizon as most of the bunches meet, then stays up long enough for me to get home and take the dog to the park so he can show off how fast he is to the other dogs. It just feels like the right thing to do, which probably means it's not, but I'll do it anyway, then deal with cold knees while pretending I don't have cold knees.

D: 20.8km
A: 144m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 18 September 2016

18/09/2016

Run:
My trip to the UK office for work is 3 weeks away, and I'm concerned about endorphins withdrawals. Taking a bike is going to be a pain in my arse, which means running is going to be the most time and luggage space efficient... but I'm not terribly happy about it.

Given the forecast today was a bit shoddy, I went out for a short run, lopping a few hundred metres off my last run, doing it almost all on the grass oval over the road, and walking to/from as a bit of a warm up/cool down. Even with all those modifications, and a solid going over with a massage stick straight after, I could feel my calves getting tight this arvo. Maybe if I commit to 1-2 runs a week for the next 3 weeks I'll adapt in time, but I have a feeling that I may have to fold some very sore legs into my economy seat for LHR-DXB-MEL.

Strava link.

D: 2.7km
P: 5:05/km

PMPW: 90kg

Saturday, 17 September 2016

17/09/2016

St Kilda East - Dirty 1:20 - St Kilda East:
My legs functioned a bit better today than they did yesterday, but that didn't make it easy. Surprisingly the fact that Straussy called for this to be an easy ride didn't make it easy either. Mostly the culprit for making it a semi decent day out was the wind being permanently in our faces, but Dan hitting it along the bike path route out to the nongs didn't help either.

A photo posted by Neil Robinson (@entyr) on

After getting out to the prominent bump in the land sans traffic, it seemed a shame to ride up Mountain Highway with all the cars trying to go about their day. Instead we headed slightly further north for a lazy roll up through the tall gum trees of the Basin-Olinda Rd, before bombing back down Devils Elbow on the way to a couple of long blacks in Ashburton.

Strava link.

D: 103.1km
A: 1,264m

PMPW: 89kg

Friday, 16 September 2016

16/09/2016

St Kilda East, St Hell-ena, St Kilda East:
A dry forecast was enough to get me committing to an St Helena loop with Ryan, Warrack and a couple of Ryan's mates.

There were lots of moments that were less than ideal, such as helpfully flicking some mud off someone's bike only to find it was a dog turd, or getting chased for several hundred metres by an irate magpie, but all up you can't complain. Well you could, you're most likely a middle aged, white, aussie male, and while that reeks of privilege, it also comes with a rich history of complaining about trivial stuff. Anyway, perhaps I should say you shouldn't complain, because it was good to get out and roll around and drink a coffee or two.

Strava link.

D: 62.0km
A: 822m

Commute:

D: 8.1km
A: 13m

PMPW: 89kg

Thursday, 15 September 2016

15/09/2016

Commute:
While not the path to absolute happiness, I think that accepting that something you don't want to happen is about to happen is one to relative happiness. This applies to hills, sprints, crosswinds, and of course, rainy commutes.

I'm a big fan of BOM, my mate Steve Duggan works there, and I know that weather systems are complex things and thus forecasting rain is difficult. That said, I put some trust in the forecast and ended up with regret.

You see, this morning the forecast suggested some early rain that would clear during the day. Come roll out time the clouds were at bay, so I grabbed the CX bike. Yep, sure I got to work bone dry (bar some mud from getting squirmy on singletrack), but then it rained, and rained, and just kept on bloody raining. Eventually at home time I had to resign myself to a wet arse, and just get out there.

I think that was the right choice. Accepting it didn't make me happy, but I would have been downright miserable if I'd held on the the hope of a completely dry day.

D: 17.9km
A: 151m

PMPW: 89kg

Wednesday, 14 September 2016

14/09/2016

Intervals:
Last week, when I applied for the day off work, the forecast was pretty good. I told Rick, and he decided that he too would take the day off. So... given the forecast last night was for a shitty, rainy morning, we changed plans to an ergo.

I guess it's time to say the reason for the day off is it's my birthday, and that fact influenced what we did on said ergo adventure. One minute above threshold, for every year I've been alive.

1 x 10min E1
1 x 5min >350W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min >350W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min >350W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min >350W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min >350W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 5min >350W
1 x 5min E1
1 x 7min >350W
1 x 10min E1

I'm not going to check my data to see if I held the numbers, because I'm just glad it's over with. Effort 4, 5, and 6 were not happy times. Even with a mate next to me sharing the experience, and stage 20 of the Vuelta on the telly to give us a distraction I found myself going a bit inward mentally, and dropping off the cadence/power.

I don't think this should be a tradition, a final 8 minute effort next year and a 9 minute one the year after might end me.

Strava link.

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 13 September 2016

13/09/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
I wasnt super in to maths at school, mostly I was right that I wouldnt have to use quadratic equations etc in my adult life, except for one very important moment. Sitting on the dunny at 5am, staring at the weather radar and trying to work out if that gap in the clouds is big enough to get a specific ride in.

The answer to the question I was trying to answer pre my post morning poo weigh in, was no, if I rode I'd get wet. At the time, I guessed we wouldn't, which is why I spent some time with my bibs hanging over the hot air hand dryer in the work change rooms. That then means that yes is the answer to the question "does it smell like arse in here?" that thankfully no one asked.

The ride was good though, with Rohin Adams joined Rick, Warrack and I for a bit of a mixed bag of efforts. Rick went hard up Doncaster Rd, presumably because I'd just moments before declared I was still tired from Sunday. High St wasn't earth shattering, but I gave Parker St because I prefer to get it over with, and I wanted to see how I'd fare against Rohin (the answer to that is, "quite good!"). Rosehill devolved into Rick and I out of the saddle putting everything into the pedals, but soon after there was chatting as we ascended Pony Club.

Strava link.

D: 47.9km
A: 617m

Commute:
I had a chat with a friendly physio today about my body. I've had a theory about two issues that i thought might have a single cause. The issues are some pain in my left patella tendon, and some discomfort in the undercarriage area after some rides. I've done a lot of stretching/rolling/rehab for the former, and I've done a bunch of saddle swaps and position adjustments for the latter. Anyway, the theory was a slight leg length variance, and we came to the conclusion that functionally I do have some, caused by a slightly shorter right shin (tib/fib).

If it was anyone else, I'd say go have (another) bike fit, but I'm going to shim my right cleat a little and observe the outcome. Maybe for the first time since owning a power meter I'll even review L/R pedalling balance.

I'm not 100% sure why I'm sharing, it feels personal, but the two things have affected my joy of riding, so it's going here.

D: 8.2km
A: 10m

PMPW: 88kg

Monday, 12 September 2016

12/09/2016

Commute:
What do you call a fish with no eyes?

Fsh.

D: 16.1km
A: 137m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 11 September 2016

11/09/2016

St Kilda East, 1:20, Devils Elbow / One Tree, The Wall, St Kilda East:
If anyone is out near Mt Dandenong, and finds where the legs and lungs I left out there... actually I'm not sure they'll want me back, so um, just hang on to them for a bit until we reconcile.

The plan was simple, meet Fewy, go to the nongs with some of his mates, ride up and down a few times. Even as we rolled into the first climb, the 1 in 20, I had no plans to drill myself into a tiny box of pain and unhappy times. It was the faint waft of fresh rabbit floating back on the still morning air that suddenly awoke a need to challenge and compete. The simple act of someone rolling off the front that brought out my overly competitive nature.

I sat on several wheels, staring at a 50cm gap that was moments before a 30cm gap, wondering if that was the end of everything. Questioning if 20cm was a reason to give up, or rather if I had a reason to continue. There were most certainly some emotions experienced.

It wasn't all horrible horrible pain though, there was also TTT trains run down the sweeping roads of the mountain and a lemon curd and passionfruit tart that may have just been the difference between me making it home and me sitting in a gutter in Knoxfield having a few more emotions.

Strava link.

D: 129.3km
A: 2,355m

PMPW: 89kg

Saturday, 10 September 2016

10/09/2016

Rollers:
I think it took me longer to set up the rollers than I spent riding on them. Sure that's partially because I hadn't used them in forever and i needed to wipe the drums down, but really, that's not a very long ride.

PMPW: 90kg

Friday, 9 September 2016

9/09/2016

Commute:
So this magician is driving down the road and then he turns in to a driveway.

D: 16.5km
A: 166m

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 8 September 2016

8/09/2016

Commute:
It was such a nice morning that I scooted down to Albert Park Lake on my way to work. As I rolled past the first corner, a group of Melbourne Uni dudes rolled around, thus giving me a lovely sit and a bit of a chat for a couple of lap. Then as they peeled off, someone we'd just passed rolled up, giving me a chat for a further lap or so. 3 laps in glorious warm spring air. No warmers standing between my skin and the long rays of the sun, and only the occasional swan poo to dodge on the road.

D: 33.0km
A: 195m

TRX Circuit:
We're having wellbeing week at work this week, and the City Baths put on a few group sessions for just our staff. Boxing didn't interest me, but I was pretty confident Jeff... yeah Jeff Williams... like Jeff's Shed Jeff, would be the one taking it, so I signed up. Sadly he wasn't taking it, a nice Irish fellow named Mick was, and he lead the 10ish people from my work through a session on the TRX suspension strap/handle thingies.

We did some squatty things, some lungey things, and some pushupy things. Only two exercises really stuck with me, something called "thread the needle" that left me more uncoordinated than normal, and pistols. The straps took the balance element out of the pistols, meaning I was able to just bob away ceaselessly... I may come to regret that tomorrow.

PMPW: 87kg

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

7/09/2016

Commute:
I got to work early so I could get something done before the office filled up. I would have too, except I completely forgot to bring what I needed from home. Oh well, the bright side is that I got double my normal commute kms, and did so in idyllic weather.

D: 35.8km
A: 280m

PMPW: 88kg

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

6/09/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
With my shoulder being somewhat tight/dodgy, it was Parker St that I was worried about, instead it should have been the roll up Doncaster Rd that concerned me. One moment I'm sitting on the front, talking to Rick about his weekend, the next I'm having to push 550-600W just to keep my front wheel within cooee of his. It took me back to the first few weeks/months of joining Rick, he'd absolutely cane us early on, and lead to a habit I was grateful for today. Warming up on my way to the meeting point by giving Princess St hill (out of Kew junction) a good whack.

Parker wasn't so non event per se, but rather my pride had been piqued enough that I was willing to push through any discomfort in it and my legs to get some kind of vengeance.

Strava link.

D: 50.5km
A: 674m

Commute:

D: 8.8km
A: 23m

PMPW: 89kg

Monday, 5 September 2016

5/09/2016

Commute:
My left knee has been sore for a few months, a chronic issue that I've managed with stretching, foam rolling and rehab of the underlying issues. Anyway, the point is that I'm used to a discomfort on the floor of my living room, or at least I thought I was.

The last day or so I've been feeling tighter and tighter in my right shoulder, it's gotten to the point where I've got a low level headache from it. That's nothing though when compared to the acute stabbing pain that a ball to the trap brings. I've been giving serious consideration to just putting up with the headache.

D: 19.6km
A: 183m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 4 September 2016

4/09/2016

Rest:
No a lot going on today, I thought it was going to be wet and miserable, so I didn't even bother. In hindsight i probably could have gotten something more done outside than just walk the dog.

PMPW: 88kg

Saturday, 3 September 2016

3/09/2016

Total Rush Shop Ride:
I'm not meant to shower for a few days*, so I figure that means I shouldn't sweat my dressings off either. So, after a bit of a sleep in, I met the shoppy at Luna Park, and took a tow south.

After telling my little door tale a few times, we got rolling back North. I would have liked to have been with the fast group, it just didn't seem like the sensible choice though, so instead I planted myself with the slower bunch and towed everyone home in the gusting winds while chatting to one of the boys.

* I still got in (with the shower head low) and got my legs shaved. Standards need to me met/kept.

Strava link.

D: 63.3km
A: 291m

PMPW: 89kg

Friday, 2 September 2016

2/09/2016

Commute:
It made sense to do it, well it made sense to me anyway. I had to drop my car off for a service, and I needed to get to work. Obviously the most logical thing 2 days after a traumatic dooring was to pop my bike in the car and get double my normal ride in.

D: 34.7km
A: 236m

PMPW: 88kg

Thursday, 1 September 2016

1/09/2016

Rest:
The title says rest, and though I didn't exercise or work, the almost complete lack of sleep last night has left me feeling slightly less than rested.

A few paper sutures, some dressings and an antiseptic formula that made it feel like my chest was on fire. That's the extent of the fix up costs so really, it could have been a lot worse. I guess that explains why I'm feeling fairly calm/happy about it all.

PMPW: 90kg

Wednesday, 31 August 2016

31/05/2016

Commute:
Barring collecting a car door to the chest on my way home, it was a pretty tip top day to be on the bike. There was no rain, the roads were dry, I even snuck in a couple of bits of single track on the way to the office.

In the grand scheme of things the way home was pretty much tip top the entire time I was on the bike. Granted I spent some time off the bike when a passenger opened the (now bent) door of a VW golf into my path, leaving me juuuust enough time to realise it was going hurt, and the bit that would hurt would be my chest. I ache, and sleeping is likely going to suck, but all but the deepest, chest swelling breaths are fine, so I'll count myself lucky.

Yeah, the bike'll be fine too.

D: 17.0km
A: 140m

PMPW: 90kg

Tuesday, 30 August 2016

30/08/2016

Ricktastic Tuesday:
I love that you can get both endorphins, and a catch up on the bike.

I love that because you can distribute the load based on ability, you can ride with people with a broad range of (athletic) life experiences. I love that while you roll between places of pain that you can turn and talk to someone who has raced bikes for their country, then a few moments later one who's rowed for theirs.

I love that on the final corner of pony club, a good mate can whisper words of encouragement in your ear as you stand on the pedals.

Strava link.

D: 48.0km
A: 609m

Commute:

D: 8.8km
A: 24m

PMPW:

Monday, 29 August 2016

29/08/2016

Commute:
I woke with a mild case of pump track back, but decided to get some extras in to my legs that still have a touch of tightness 8 freaking days after that bloody run. That's a bit silly, and makes me wonder if my plan to just do some running on a work trip to the UK in October is a good idea. Maybe I should take a bike instead.

D: 27.0km
A: 186m

PMPW: 89kg

Sunday, 28 August 2016

28/08/2016

CX Shenanigans:
As I rode across the foot bridge at Walmer, a couple of roadies were coming back done the hill towards me, saying that the road was blocked.The "fun" run participants and volunteers were all pretty good about sharing space though, as not only was everyone cool for me to criss-cross the road to reach the trails, there was a DJ and cheer squad just below the pump track, which meant my 3 x 10 laps were accompanied by tunes and shouts of encouragement.

Properly warmed up and with my eye in, I (overly) confidently got myself off the pump track and onto the trails. I miss timed ducking under a leant over tree soon after. I'm used to getting a graze or two from this one, but today I almost came to a standstill as my hip collected the arm-thick trunk like miscellaneous household objects on hard rubbish day. Unlike later when I high sided myself on a descent, there was no one around to see my pain and embarrassment, so after pulling a few faces and sucking in some deep breaths, I got back to riding and enjoying myself.

I guess that sums up what it was like today, there were some off moments (haha punny!), but mostly a few moments later they were forgotten for the joy of linked turns, or riding silly steep pinches. Just to make sure that it finished off with both fun and a physical challenge, I ripped a 20 lap set of the pump track as I left Studley Park.

Strava link.

D: 46.2km
A: 499m

PMPW: 89kg

Saturday, 27 August 2016

27/08/2016

St Kilda East - Frankston - St Kilda East:
It started off as the Hell Ride, I got up at 5:17, I shaved my legs, I got into lycra and scooted out the door around 6.

I rode to Black Rock and had a coffee at Odo while keeping an eye on the big clock tower. I met the bunch and greeted my mates, we rolled out and someone attacked hard and early. I chased and bridged gaps, going cross eyed in the process, before getting swamped by the bunch finally getting back together.

I got around the roundabout, a car arriving to the right mid bunch, starting to enter the intersection, then stopping, causing the bunch to stop and then restart.

I worked my way to the front, rolling a turn or two, mindfull that I didn't want to end up down the back, and on the wrong side of a split. I was grateful that others rolled over the top of me, because even with the assistance of a tailwind, 54km/h turns are tough business.

Where it went wrong was a bloody pothole at Patto. It was one of those ones that feels like some's given your undercarridge a tap with a ball-peen hammer. For a second or two I thought it was all good, then I resigned myself to stopping, just hoping that the dozens or so riders behind me would have their heads up as I eased my weight onto my front wheel, and off the tyre being bounced by the procession of the valve every revolution.

I got the change done, taking my time because I knew there was no chance I'd chase on. Found a bunch got to Frankston, then turned and waited. When I was eventually caught, it was a 7 man group, chopping hard turns off the front in a tidy echelon. I jumped on then jumped in, trying to stay smooth with 500W being output via the pedals. Up to Mentone and some shenanigans started, turns skipped, then attacks launched. I mistakenly thought I could call/create some calm, but instead I created a launching pad for the remaining riders to go clear and leave me to roll back into Black Rock solo, the main bunch still somewhere behind on the road.

Strava link.

D: 84.4km
A: 219m

PMPW: