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.

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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