Ive been away, ironically, and as such have missed keeping the retrospective entry's up to date. As such here is a week of cycling as a result of my current week of canoeing. Hope you enjoy.
26.9.2006: Streaky Bay to Wudinna
Stat's: 135.40km, 5hrs 16mins 48secs, 25.6km/hr
Weather: Cool morning, Very Hot, Clear Sky's, Cross Winds changing to Tail.
We had a great rest day yesterday in Streaky Bay. Most of us finished the usual rest day tasks of washing bikes and cloths by early morning. Leaving the rest of the day to potter around the coastal town, along with about 200-300 PROBUS members in town for a gathering.
I find it interesting to watch the way people respond to the day following a rest day. This one being of particular interest as for many, the past eight day stint had been a major mental hurdle to overcome. Many see the trip as covered having made it this far. A rest day can certainly rejuvenate you both physically and mentally. However it can also lead a person to relax too much. Making it very difficult to get going over the next few days. Particularly as we still have around 2000km left to ride before we get to Sydney over the next three weeks.
I have decided not to make any individual rest day too big a goal. As Sydney is still a long way off.
Todays ridding became my most enjoyable of the ride so far. A combination of having had some physical recovery, along with slightly increased rolling hills and a rolling two line formation seemed to suit me. All day I felt strong in the saddle.
A highlight today was definitely the 'Concrete Crapper' at our lunch stop location. Its blunt yet honest name leaving no doubt as to its intended purpose.
We arrive too early in Wudinna and had to spend an hour at the local roadhouse enjoying refreshments. Before heading back into town to the joint community hall/school hall where we are staying tonight. The team were greeted by a group of year nine students, who seemed eager to talk to us until a point at which it was no longer possible for their teacher to issue any more work before the school day ended. They were extremely well mannered though, and a number of them had recently been involved in a 24hr, self built, recumbent cycling relay.
Chris made the mistake of asking the lady at dinner to call "Spunky" as his name on his meal when it was ready. A name I'm sure he will regret by the end of the ride.
Cafe at Wudinna = 9/10. A 1pt loss as isolated and can't get back easily.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
27.9.2006: Wudinna to Kimba
Stats: 105.06km, 4hrs 4mins 20secs, 25.7km/hr
Weather: Hot, Clar Sky's, Fluctuating Winds
I had another day in which the short stage got me. I am not to sure what the trigger is, but consistently these lower distance days are proving to be the most difficult personally.
Rolling climbs occupied most of our cycling time today. Conditions that normally suit me. Today from our second session on, it felt as though I had been injected with lactic acid, directly into the quadriceps.
We rolled into Kimba not long after midday and it took near on an hour before I felt any desire to finish stretching-relaxing-hydrating to get around to eating and having a shower. Kimba advertises as the halfway point across Australia. Some basic measurements suggest this is more marketing strategy than geographic fact. It is though the halfway for us time wise. Very much missing home.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (7)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
28.9.2006: Kimba to Port Augusta
Stats: 156.18km, 5hrs 58mins 48secs, 26.1km?hr
Weather: Hot to Very Hot, Dry, Clear Sky's, Minimal Winds with late Tail Wind.
Someone mentioned yesterday that it was halfway in terms of days away. For many in the group this was welcome news. For me it initiated feelings of home sickness for the first time I can recall in my life. I spent most of todays ride feeling run down and depressed about how long it is before I will be home to see Kel again.
We rode out of Kimba early as today involved over 150km to Port Augusta. As has been the case most of our days so far, the freezing night temperatures left a coolness in the air that had us rugged up, knowing full well that by mid morning most of our layers will have been discarded to the floor of the support bus.
The morning was spent in beautiful tree lined roads, with hills that could even be described as 'climbs'. Two of the widest 'over size' trucks I can recall ever seeing were the only distraction through a very enjoyable mornings ride. Sending us packing to the gravel on the side of the road.
Some time following morning tea the trees vanished, as dis the gentle climbs. We found ourselves cycling through the most barren, hot, dry surrounds we had seen so far in the ride. Many of us commenting on the fact that we hd expected such surrounds through the Nullarbor. Not on our way across the Eyer Peninsular.
y knees, that had been behaving themselves also chose this moment to remind me that we have ridden some 2500km. For a good hour it felt like some one was driving a hot knife into my left knee, with each rotation of the pedal. Thankfully following lunch my knee settled down enough to make cycling a pleasant experience again (thank you Voltaren). We also had the incredible views of the Flinders Ranges ahead of us to soften the harsh environment we were cycling through. A strake contrast to Iron Knob, which we rode past, looking like a scene from Lord of the Rings.
The day finished with a solid 15km into head winds, just to drain the last remaining ounces of energy from my sapped body. Tonight I look forward to some sound sleep, lots of it. Full of dreams of home and Kel.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (7)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
29.9.2006: Port Augusta to Port Pirie
Stats: 95.41km, 4hrs 55mins 4sec, 19.4km/hr
Weather Warm, Clear Skys, Strong Head Winds
The consistency of it is astounding. It has been without exception on this ride that if we have a shorter day, a chance for the legs to recover. The winds turn against us. Draining both physically and mentally, head winds smashed us all day. Turning a cruisey 90km day into an epic day of ridding.
Les had done enough research to know that the prevailing winds here this time of year are Northerlies and Southerlies. As we turned South for a day from Port Augusta to Port Pirie we could only hope that Nrtherlies would come up trumps. We were dealt a hand full of stocking filler cards.
The morning was spent at average speeds around 17km/hr. If it was not for the views of the Flinders Rangers on the left and the Spencer Gulf on the right. I would seriously question what I was doing today.
A pair of Chec speaking Chec's joined us for morning tea. Their bikes (and cycling trailers) overflowing with gear reminding us how 'easy' we have it with our support vehicles. The views of the Remarkables National Park, as a part of the Flinders Rangers, being particularly impressive.
Shortly after morning tea we were joined by half a dozen local cyclists to guide us into town. Fresh legs taking the brunt of the head wind lifting spirits and average speeds. Though some of their group cycling practices did have eyes bulging at various points.
Piries hospitality excelled itself in every aspect. Mayoral visits, local cyclist support, brilliant meal and a local community interest and encouragement. The warmth of this industrial port countering the difficulties of our day.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (7)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
30.9.2006: Port Pirie to Burra
Stats: 123.05km, 5hrs 17mins 21secs, 23.2km/hr
Weather: Warm, Clear Sky's, Cross-Tail-Head Winds
Today is the last day we will ride as a group before we are joined by the Adelaide to Sydney group. Whilst it will certainly change the group dynamics of the ride, I think it will be to the benefit of our sanity. As ridding and living together in physically and mentally demanding circumstances is, in my perspective, beginning to stretch friendships.
We exited Port Pirie again in the company of the grey army cycling club of town. Their local knowledge hiding us through back streets for the early kilometres. We progressed to a very attractive town, Crystalbrook, at which point we began our days climbing into the Flinders Ranges. Ranges we had been watching for the past few days.
Fatigue and confusion as to the structure and priorities of riding as a group on one climb saw me flip it bigger than Ihave experienced for some time. A solid hit out up a 5-10km climb soon disposed of the tension.
A cruisey 18km descent bought us into Burra to finish the day. A very attractive town with international influence through the Burra Charter.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (8)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
30.9.2011
Back home after a week with the TAFE course building skills in Canoeing and guiding at Cliftonville on the Hawkesburry River having taken me away from all things technological. I must say whilst I greatly enjoyed the experience of participating in the course, I find spending time away from the family is getting harder and harder all the time.
This was only reinforce when I walked in the door to be created by a walking 11 month old. When I had left some days earlier Evie was certainly walking behind a walker, but now she was stringing 10 plus steps together. This small developmental step making her seem months older than when I had left.
Training, outside of the 6-7 hours spent in canoes each day, was none existent. With spare time minimal as I concentrated on the development of Canoeing skills and knowledge to ensure the time away from home was made worth it with maximal learning fans over the week.
Unfortunately Wednesday morning also lead to mishap in lifting and laterally moving a canoe.A definite popping sensation hit my right ribs and the next few days were spent paddling in significant discomfort. A trip to Ollie the physio wonder identifying damage to the rib cartilage, an injury that is best described as annoying in its inconsistent application of discomfort and slow time frame for full recovery.
It seems running will be off the cards for a while. Though surprisingly gentle swimming has been prescribed as suitable exercise in the circumstances. Seems it's time to work on the weakness.
So a song for Evie:
Friday, September 30, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Nundroo Roadhouse to Ceduna to Streaky Bay
23.9.2006: Nundroo Roadhouse to Ceduna
Stats: 153.85km, 5hrs 58mins 53secs, 25.7km/hr
Weather: No record
My opening thoughts as we rode out of Nundroo Roadhouse were that I might find it very difficult to find anything to write about at the end of today. It seemed to be developing into a 'blandish' kind of day. Farm lands rolling by on slightly undulating hills repeated. This process remained true for much of the day.Through morning tea and on to lunch.
A brief stop in Penong, the first township we have seen since Noresman seemed to break the monotony. Much enjoyed ice blocks were eagerly consumed by all. Then as we figured out it was Saturday, it was decided there was little point in calling into the local Primary School. The first seen in over 900km. To wave to the students, so on we continued to Ceduna.
As we moved into lunch the winds had begun to pick up to the point that much of lunch had to be pinned to the tables to prevent it from blowing away. We were joined by two gentlemen who had been trying to drive a second hand flex bus from Adelaide to Perth for their boss. Who having taken three days to get approximately 800km, only being able to use first and second gear. Were having second thoughts about the journey into the Nullarbor.
After lunch we continued our fight with the winds. As gusting cross winds kept us constantly fighting to hold safe position on the road. Around 40km out, on a particularly open piece of ground, the cross winds played their trump card for the day. A singularly large gust of wind hit us from the left. Sending bikes and riders all over the road. The tandem & big Jim held ground quite well, George and Sally bore the brunt of the cross wind and were literally picked up and lifted across the road directly in front of me. I seemed to miss the central force of the wind, but still managed to end up 2/3rds of the way across the lane with a flying tree branch hitting me side on. All the while the road train heading towards us held its steady line. Sally had one foot out ready to ditch her bike. Whilst the rest of us regained control at the vital second.
It was only once the truck had passed before any of us riding at the front had any idea of what had gone on behind us. To class of STOP we turned to see Allen, who had also been abducted by the wind. pulling himself out from the grass on the far side of the road. Having been not only forced towards the on coming truck, but directly into its path. Only experience around handling bikes and clear thinking had saved him. Deciding it was not possible to fight the wind. Instead using it to push right across the road and off the other side as the truck had speed by.
Just two kilometres latter we turned to have the winds behind us and flew the remaining distance into Ceduna. The winds now assisting us all the way.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
24.9.2006: Ceduna to Streaky Bay
Stats: 110.53km, 4hrs 46mins 31secs, 23.1km/hr
Weather: Cool, Clear Sky's, Cross to Head Winds
I learned many rides ago that you never look at a days riding as planned by distance and categories them into easy and hard days. There are way too many environmental and physical variables that can work for or against you, to pre set your mental state for an easy day.
With all this in mind it is difficult to see how a day with a set total of 109km on our schedule could be anything but a gentle roll into Streaky Bay before our scheduled rest day on the 25th. Particularly when compared to the 170km average distance we have churned out over the past seven days.
We regrouped, having split into two churches to house all 22 of us overnight, for breakfast. Then with fatigued legs (and backsides) we began our day in generally high spirits.
10km in and we turned from the Eyre Highway. Our black (white and red at times) trail for so many days and for the first time since leaving Perth, we moved away from the constant passage of road trains and the associated sound of the buses horn.
With the move to the scenic peninsula streets/roads, reduced traffic conditions and now very challenging cross winds. We changed formation (for only the second time in nearly 2000km) to ride two abreast. With a structured system of rotation the day soon saw km's passing by. As we had a chance to talk in 5 minute intervals with various members of the group. I wonder if this could put a new marketing 'spin' on the concept of speed dating for cyclists.
In particular those of us being judged as light weights (or injured and/or fatigued) ad the benefit of being granted shelter from the cross winds buffeting those unfortunate souls riding on the outer. Days into this ride with suffering knees and a total body mass currently running at around 65kg, I am still finding it hard to guiltlessly and shamelessly accept such levels of assistance. In my head I know it is a necessity, still some where inside my thoughts something keeps telling me I am cheating some how in leaving others to carry me across Australia. I see this as a massive issue I am going to have to deal with. Not only as I continue this ride, but on after the ride in everyday activities.
Following a lunch stop we once again turned out of the cross winds. This time though it was not to the relief of tail winds, but to head front on into the now 20knot plus winds coming at us from the Southern Seas of the Australian Bite.
Our average speeds soon began to plummet as legs grew weary from pushing through 2000km in 13 days cycling. It was well into the afternoon that we finally rolled into the quiet, bt very welcoming surrounds of Streaky Bay.
We were greeted by the Anglican/Uniting Minister (seems to be dependant on an odd-even week rotation), his wife and the local Catholic Priest, who quite aptly had been described to us as a Fryer Tuck type charter. Their hospitality extended into a joint parish BBQ. Where we were joined by the second mad English man of our Journey. Rob Lillywall was cycling solo in the opposite direction, to Perth.
It was only however through persistent questioning that the full extent of Rob's journey unfolded. Two years ago he had left England and begun his odysee by cycling across Russia. He continued through various country's including significantly, the Philippines. Until he found himself in Cairns, were he made his way south to Sydney (via Penrith to talk at St Pauls) and Melbourne. Here his journey was interrupted by Malaria (contracted in the Philippines) and his extension to Tasmania was cancelled. Adelaide followed and now he is heading home (for Christmas 2007) via Perth and numerous other country's.
Talk about putting us in our place. "I had done a few short rides like yours" he had quite non-offensively stated in conversation. Freak (without offence of course).
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
24.9.2011
The week ended very quietly for me in terms of training. The best laid plans cut down with the Senior Gnomes deciding they wanted to graduate on Friday morning and not have to come back after the holidays. Then a district lack of sleep between the hours of 1.30am and 5.00am wiping my Sat ride for fear of falling asleep mid way round Cobbitty.
I did manage to get out in time to work the water safety with Evie at the Panther club try on Friday afternoon. Watching SWMBO pull out what appeared to be her best triathlon to date. Though the 4 people who stopped whilst exiting transition to begin the run leg to say hello to Evie may not have total times to match their personal best achievements. I eagerly await to hear who convinced the club I was there designated marshall in contributing to club championship eligibility.
For now though its time to call days end. Having spent 3 hours marking out tomorrows opening Running Wild Race, Mt Portal with Luke Doyle and Paul Robertson. Still a short section to get done early tomorrow as the cold and wet conditions got the better of us. That and the dodging of lightening creating a reduced desire to had towards the high int of the immediate area.
So todays song for Evie:
Stats: 153.85km, 5hrs 58mins 53secs, 25.7km/hr
Weather: No record
My opening thoughts as we rode out of Nundroo Roadhouse were that I might find it very difficult to find anything to write about at the end of today. It seemed to be developing into a 'blandish' kind of day. Farm lands rolling by on slightly undulating hills repeated. This process remained true for much of the day.Through morning tea and on to lunch.
A brief stop in Penong, the first township we have seen since Noresman seemed to break the monotony. Much enjoyed ice blocks were eagerly consumed by all. Then as we figured out it was Saturday, it was decided there was little point in calling into the local Primary School. The first seen in over 900km. To wave to the students, so on we continued to Ceduna.
As we moved into lunch the winds had begun to pick up to the point that much of lunch had to be pinned to the tables to prevent it from blowing away. We were joined by two gentlemen who had been trying to drive a second hand flex bus from Adelaide to Perth for their boss. Who having taken three days to get approximately 800km, only being able to use first and second gear. Were having second thoughts about the journey into the Nullarbor.
After lunch we continued our fight with the winds. As gusting cross winds kept us constantly fighting to hold safe position on the road. Around 40km out, on a particularly open piece of ground, the cross winds played their trump card for the day. A singularly large gust of wind hit us from the left. Sending bikes and riders all over the road. The tandem & big Jim held ground quite well, George and Sally bore the brunt of the cross wind and were literally picked up and lifted across the road directly in front of me. I seemed to miss the central force of the wind, but still managed to end up 2/3rds of the way across the lane with a flying tree branch hitting me side on. All the while the road train heading towards us held its steady line. Sally had one foot out ready to ditch her bike. Whilst the rest of us regained control at the vital second.
It was only once the truck had passed before any of us riding at the front had any idea of what had gone on behind us. To class of STOP we turned to see Allen, who had also been abducted by the wind. pulling himself out from the grass on the far side of the road. Having been not only forced towards the on coming truck, but directly into its path. Only experience around handling bikes and clear thinking had saved him. Deciding it was not possible to fight the wind. Instead using it to push right across the road and off the other side as the truck had speed by.
Just two kilometres latter we turned to have the winds behind us and flew the remaining distance into Ceduna. The winds now assisting us all the way.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
24.9.2006: Ceduna to Streaky Bay
Stats: 110.53km, 4hrs 46mins 31secs, 23.1km/hr
Weather: Cool, Clear Sky's, Cross to Head Winds
I learned many rides ago that you never look at a days riding as planned by distance and categories them into easy and hard days. There are way too many environmental and physical variables that can work for or against you, to pre set your mental state for an easy day.
With all this in mind it is difficult to see how a day with a set total of 109km on our schedule could be anything but a gentle roll into Streaky Bay before our scheduled rest day on the 25th. Particularly when compared to the 170km average distance we have churned out over the past seven days.
We regrouped, having split into two churches to house all 22 of us overnight, for breakfast. Then with fatigued legs (and backsides) we began our day in generally high spirits.
10km in and we turned from the Eyre Highway. Our black (white and red at times) trail for so many days and for the first time since leaving Perth, we moved away from the constant passage of road trains and the associated sound of the buses horn.
With the move to the scenic peninsula streets/roads, reduced traffic conditions and now very challenging cross winds. We changed formation (for only the second time in nearly 2000km) to ride two abreast. With a structured system of rotation the day soon saw km's passing by. As we had a chance to talk in 5 minute intervals with various members of the group. I wonder if this could put a new marketing 'spin' on the concept of speed dating for cyclists.
In particular those of us being judged as light weights (or injured and/or fatigued) ad the benefit of being granted shelter from the cross winds buffeting those unfortunate souls riding on the outer. Days into this ride with suffering knees and a total body mass currently running at around 65kg, I am still finding it hard to guiltlessly and shamelessly accept such levels of assistance. In my head I know it is a necessity, still some where inside my thoughts something keeps telling me I am cheating some how in leaving others to carry me across Australia. I see this as a massive issue I am going to have to deal with. Not only as I continue this ride, but on after the ride in everyday activities.
Following a lunch stop we once again turned out of the cross winds. This time though it was not to the relief of tail winds, but to head front on into the now 20knot plus winds coming at us from the Southern Seas of the Australian Bite.
Our average speeds soon began to plummet as legs grew weary from pushing through 2000km in 13 days cycling. It was well into the afternoon that we finally rolled into the quiet, bt very welcoming surrounds of Streaky Bay.
We were greeted by the Anglican/Uniting Minister (seems to be dependant on an odd-even week rotation), his wife and the local Catholic Priest, who quite aptly had been described to us as a Fryer Tuck type charter. Their hospitality extended into a joint parish BBQ. Where we were joined by the second mad English man of our Journey. Rob Lillywall was cycling solo in the opposite direction, to Perth.
It was only however through persistent questioning that the full extent of Rob's journey unfolded. Two years ago he had left England and begun his odysee by cycling across Russia. He continued through various country's including significantly, the Philippines. Until he found himself in Cairns, were he made his way south to Sydney (via Penrith to talk at St Pauls) and Melbourne. Here his journey was interrupted by Malaria (contracted in the Philippines) and his extension to Tasmania was cancelled. Adelaide followed and now he is heading home (for Christmas 2007) via Perth and numerous other country's.
Talk about putting us in our place. "I had done a few short rides like yours" he had quite non-offensively stated in conversation. Freak (without offence of course).
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (0), Max (0)
24.9.2011
The week ended very quietly for me in terms of training. The best laid plans cut down with the Senior Gnomes deciding they wanted to graduate on Friday morning and not have to come back after the holidays. Then a district lack of sleep between the hours of 1.30am and 5.00am wiping my Sat ride for fear of falling asleep mid way round Cobbitty.
I did manage to get out in time to work the water safety with Evie at the Panther club try on Friday afternoon. Watching SWMBO pull out what appeared to be her best triathlon to date. Though the 4 people who stopped whilst exiting transition to begin the run leg to say hello to Evie may not have total times to match their personal best achievements. I eagerly await to hear who convinced the club I was there designated marshall in contributing to club championship eligibility.
For now though its time to call days end. Having spent 3 hours marking out tomorrows opening Running Wild Race, Mt Portal with Luke Doyle and Paul Robertson. Still a short section to get done early tomorrow as the cold and wet conditions got the better of us. That and the dodging of lightening creating a reduced desire to had towards the high int of the immediate area.
So todays song for Evie:
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Madura to Border Village to Nullarbor Roadhouse to Nundroo Roadhouse Revisited
20.9.2006: Madura to Border Village
Stats: 197km, 7hrs 30mins 38secs, 26.2km/hr
Weather: Cool Morning, Hot Day, Cross Winds, Clear Sky
Today evolved into a day of highs and lows for both me personally and the group as a whole.
We started the day cycling at 6.30am knowing we had the longest day of the ride ahead of us in the middle of the longest week. As we finished the last 100m of the descent we had started at the end of yesterdays ride, it soon became obvious that our friendly tail winds would today be across us. Creating difficult cycling conditions.
The one benefit of this being that Jim decided we would need to ride two abreast. Enabling conversation whilst we rode. Breaking the monotony of single file interpersonal cycling for the first time since we climbed out of Perth.
We made our way across the low land plains at a steady rate. However not long after our morning break it became blindingly obvious that my knee would not be making todays journey a pleasant experience. By the lunch break I was all but reduced to tears as every revolution of the pedal felt as though my right knee cap was going tone ripped from my leg.
There and then I decided a small increase in Voltaren was needed. This combined with an extended lunch break shared with"Dave" and his support crew, as he skateboarded his way across Australia seemed to make a significant difference.
By afternoon any though of failing to finish this ride had once again exited my thoughts and before I knew it we were climbing off the low lands into the town of Eucla.
For some time we had been able to see the cliff face of the Great Australian Bite. As we climbed back up to the top the escarpment and caught a view of the ocean beyond, the teams spirit appeared to lift in unison. A short break at the lookout in Eucla (a roadhouse essentially) had us all delighted with our achievements. With only 12km to go today.
It was with 5km togo we had our first crash in the pack. With moods quickly swung back from highs to lows. As all felt the blow that could mean riding so far but not being able to finish the largest target. In the end John rode on, a little battered and bruised, but none the less finishing our longest day.
Tallies as per 19.9.2006
21.9.2006: Border Village to Nullarbor Roadhouse
Stats: 188.92km, 7hrs 19mins 29secs, 25.7km/hr
Weather: Cold Morning, Very Hot by Midday, Strong Cross Winds
Having made it to 'the Nullarbor Roadhouse' today, on paper, all the big days are now behind us. In total we have covered over 1600km in 10 riding days, over 900km in the last 5 days and almost 400km in the past 2. No wonder my bike seat has now worn through the skin on my backside.
This morning started in the coldest cycling conditions we have experienced so far. Long tights and winter gloves came out from all angles to deal with the early morning dessert air.
Only some 10kms or so down the road we stopped at our first of three lookouts along the Great Australian Bite. The views incredible and significantly different at each one. From a relatively be achy outlook to the latter sheer cliffs dropping away to an angry looking ocean.
As we rode today the scenery again changed. We started in typical beach (though isolated) surrounds. That could well have been North Head or out round the back beaches of Seal Rocks. Medium height shrubs all closely woven together, short spiky leaves. As we progressed on our days ride these shrubs continued to thin out. To a point that all we have here (officially in the Nullarbor PLAIN0 is a treeless abundance of grassland. Miles and miles of knee high tufts of grass.
We had plenty of time to observe these very fields at the end of our ride today. In complete contrast to Steves Guide book and Johns GPS (in van) we finished with a solid 20km of oversized pebble create like road. All the time at a constant gradual incline with head to cross winds.
Personally I found this section a welcome relief to my knees. As I broke from a constant flat tail wind assisted pursuit of faster daily average speeds.
However it did make the last 20m or so, some what drawn out at the end of some extremely long days in the sun. with a number of us, if not all, happy to finally reach what for a long time seemed to be a mirage like image up and beyond our grasp. The welcome sight of ice blocks aided our mental and physical recovery. Soon all were talking of the days activities in past tense. Ready for another day tomorrow.
Funny how as you painfully work your way along a ride like this, some of the most regular thoughts are of the next challenge.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
22.9.2006: Nullarbor Roadhouse to Nundroo Roadhouse
Stats: 144.83km, 5hrs 13mins 1sec, 27.7km/hr
Weather: Warm-Hot, Cloud Cover, Cross-Tail Winds
We are clearly on our way back into civilisation. Towards the end of our ride into Nundroo Roadhouse, not only did we cycle past two letterboxes. We also saw our first give way sign for what Im sure must have been over 1000km.
The day started, all be it slowly and delayed, in the sparse surrounds of the grasslands of the Nullarbor Plain. With one of the most spectacular sunrises I can remember ever seeing. With a vast away of colours spread across the plains. With no interruptions to our views what so ever.
Meanwhile the mechanically minded worked towards minimising the impact of a split hub on the rearwheelof the random. It is clear amongst the group that our primary goal is to see each and everyone of us to the end of the ride. An 'insignificant' problem like a unique wheel falling apart will not be let to get in the way of this. I am reminded of the Bush Mechanics and wonder if there is enough McGuyver about us to work our way through future mechanical problems with limited resources. All though Jims boot does sam to have one of everything in it.
When we did get under way it was not too long before we had exit the eastern side of the plains and as the trees began to return so too did the road begin to undulate. By mid morning we were once again riding through thickish bushland. I can only imagine that the trees are now bigger in order to withstand the weight of the fly's, when they land on them. As they are slightly bigger than the birds that still circle in the air to the sides of the road.
At our stop today we openly discuss the need to watch your foot steps when wandering into the bush to water the trees. As the dry sandy ground seems to be ideal snake territory. It was in the middle of the road, sunning itself, that the first live snake was spotted and Im sure Im not the only one whose bike was lipping the crumbling edge of the road as we went past.
Our finishing km's were a complete contrast to yesterday. Smooth fast roads, flat, surrounded by trees and farmland. Nundroo is still isolated, but there is semblance of civilisation. A brilliant day of rolling hills.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
2011 current days
Minimal training to carry a theme. One swim Wed morning and the standard Thursday morning run from mine. Just not really motivated to do much at the moment. Happy spending time playing with the now 11 month old Evie.
So her song:
Stats: 197km, 7hrs 30mins 38secs, 26.2km/hr
Weather: Cool Morning, Hot Day, Cross Winds, Clear Sky
Today evolved into a day of highs and lows for both me personally and the group as a whole.
We started the day cycling at 6.30am knowing we had the longest day of the ride ahead of us in the middle of the longest week. As we finished the last 100m of the descent we had started at the end of yesterdays ride, it soon became obvious that our friendly tail winds would today be across us. Creating difficult cycling conditions.
The one benefit of this being that Jim decided we would need to ride two abreast. Enabling conversation whilst we rode. Breaking the monotony of single file interpersonal cycling for the first time since we climbed out of Perth.
We made our way across the low land plains at a steady rate. However not long after our morning break it became blindingly obvious that my knee would not be making todays journey a pleasant experience. By the lunch break I was all but reduced to tears as every revolution of the pedal felt as though my right knee cap was going tone ripped from my leg.
There and then I decided a small increase in Voltaren was needed. This combined with an extended lunch break shared with"Dave" and his support crew, as he skateboarded his way across Australia seemed to make a significant difference.
By afternoon any though of failing to finish this ride had once again exited my thoughts and before I knew it we were climbing off the low lands into the town of Eucla.
For some time we had been able to see the cliff face of the Great Australian Bite. As we climbed back up to the top the escarpment and caught a view of the ocean beyond, the teams spirit appeared to lift in unison. A short break at the lookout in Eucla (a roadhouse essentially) had us all delighted with our achievements. With only 12km to go today.
It was with 5km togo we had our first crash in the pack. With moods quickly swung back from highs to lows. As all felt the blow that could mean riding so far but not being able to finish the largest target. In the end John rode on, a little battered and bruised, but none the less finishing our longest day.
Tallies as per 19.9.2006
21.9.2006: Border Village to Nullarbor Roadhouse
Stats: 188.92km, 7hrs 19mins 29secs, 25.7km/hr
Weather: Cold Morning, Very Hot by Midday, Strong Cross Winds
Having made it to 'the Nullarbor Roadhouse' today, on paper, all the big days are now behind us. In total we have covered over 1600km in 10 riding days, over 900km in the last 5 days and almost 400km in the past 2. No wonder my bike seat has now worn through the skin on my backside.
This morning started in the coldest cycling conditions we have experienced so far. Long tights and winter gloves came out from all angles to deal with the early morning dessert air.
Only some 10kms or so down the road we stopped at our first of three lookouts along the Great Australian Bite. The views incredible and significantly different at each one. From a relatively be achy outlook to the latter sheer cliffs dropping away to an angry looking ocean.
As we rode today the scenery again changed. We started in typical beach (though isolated) surrounds. That could well have been North Head or out round the back beaches of Seal Rocks. Medium height shrubs all closely woven together, short spiky leaves. As we progressed on our days ride these shrubs continued to thin out. To a point that all we have here (officially in the Nullarbor PLAIN0 is a treeless abundance of grassland. Miles and miles of knee high tufts of grass.
We had plenty of time to observe these very fields at the end of our ride today. In complete contrast to Steves Guide book and Johns GPS (in van) we finished with a solid 20km of oversized pebble create like road. All the time at a constant gradual incline with head to cross winds.
Personally I found this section a welcome relief to my knees. As I broke from a constant flat tail wind assisted pursuit of faster daily average speeds.
However it did make the last 20m or so, some what drawn out at the end of some extremely long days in the sun. with a number of us, if not all, happy to finally reach what for a long time seemed to be a mirage like image up and beyond our grasp. The welcome sight of ice blocks aided our mental and physical recovery. Soon all were talking of the days activities in past tense. Ready for another day tomorrow.
Funny how as you painfully work your way along a ride like this, some of the most regular thoughts are of the next challenge.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
22.9.2006: Nullarbor Roadhouse to Nundroo Roadhouse
Stats: 144.83km, 5hrs 13mins 1sec, 27.7km/hr
Weather: Warm-Hot, Cloud Cover, Cross-Tail Winds
We are clearly on our way back into civilisation. Towards the end of our ride into Nundroo Roadhouse, not only did we cycle past two letterboxes. We also saw our first give way sign for what Im sure must have been over 1000km.
The day started, all be it slowly and delayed, in the sparse surrounds of the grasslands of the Nullarbor Plain. With one of the most spectacular sunrises I can remember ever seeing. With a vast away of colours spread across the plains. With no interruptions to our views what so ever.
Meanwhile the mechanically minded worked towards minimising the impact of a split hub on the rearwheelof the random. It is clear amongst the group that our primary goal is to see each and everyone of us to the end of the ride. An 'insignificant' problem like a unique wheel falling apart will not be let to get in the way of this. I am reminded of the Bush Mechanics and wonder if there is enough McGuyver about us to work our way through future mechanical problems with limited resources. All though Jims boot does sam to have one of everything in it.
When we did get under way it was not too long before we had exit the eastern side of the plains and as the trees began to return so too did the road begin to undulate. By mid morning we were once again riding through thickish bushland. I can only imagine that the trees are now bigger in order to withstand the weight of the fly's, when they land on them. As they are slightly bigger than the birds that still circle in the air to the sides of the road.
At our stop today we openly discuss the need to watch your foot steps when wandering into the bush to water the trees. As the dry sandy ground seems to be ideal snake territory. It was in the middle of the road, sunning itself, that the first live snake was spotted and Im sure Im not the only one whose bike was lipping the crumbling edge of the road as we went past.
Our finishing km's were a complete contrast to yesterday. Smooth fast roads, flat, surrounded by trees and farmland. Nundroo is still isolated, but there is semblance of civilisation. A brilliant day of rolling hills.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
2011 current days
Minimal training to carry a theme. One swim Wed morning and the standard Thursday morning run from mine. Just not really motivated to do much at the moment. Happy spending time playing with the now 11 month old Evie.
So her song:
Monday, September 19, 2011
Caiguna to Madura Revisited
19.9.2006: Caiguna to Madura
Stats: 157.89km, 5hrs 27mins 56sec, 28.8km/hr
Weather: Patchy Cloud, Cool, Tail to Cross Winds
How quickly our perceptions of things adapt and change. It was only a week ago that half our group were celebrating their ride from Northam to Merredin, as their personal longest ride (at a total of 165km). Today a ride of 157km is being described as an easy day by the same people.
We got on to the road early this morning, having finished a quick pack up and breakfast. We were on the road by 6:45am and within 2 minutes it was 7:30am, as we crossed into the next recognised time zone. At this point in time this clearly represents our worst average speed on the road.
As our day progressed the low pressure system in the south ocean that had provided our fabulous tailwinds yesterday. Caught up with us and t our dismay this meant the Westerly winds shifted to South Westerly's and by lunch South South Westerlies. Providing some tricky cross winds at various points.
It was at some pint today riding into these cross winds that I too had a change of perspective as to what was important in completing this ride. That being, to complete this ride. For this to happen I found myself having to discard a number of previously held personal priorities:
Firstly, daily average speeds or even progressive speeds are in fact of minimal significance. As they actually lead to chasing faster times and clearly this does nothing for longevity on a ride like this.
Secondly, pride has no place in this ride. If your hurting, there is no place for pushing up front. Ask for help and ask early. Even if this means sitting on the wheel of someone else twice your age.
Finally, There is no place for competitiveness on this ride. This is in its purest for a team effort. Alone none of us will make it. A tough truth for a PE teacher to swallow.
All things considered, we rolled into Madura around 3:00pm (including time zone adjustments) in good condition. With one final surprise for those of us new to the Nullarbor. Two kilometres before 'town' we came to what temporarily is the edge of the escarpment. With stunning views over the lower platue of grasslands stretched out in front of us. One of those views that you can never capture on a camera. One of the most impressive lookouts I have seen (up with Gross Head Sth). Shared with our second, lone-pania carrying cyclist this tour.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
19.9.2011
Seems I need to dress like an adult for a few days as Im sitting in as relieving Deputy Principal for the the last week of this term and the first 3 weeks of next. Wonder if I can push a few more funds PDHPE's way and have no body notice :). Im not actually sure I can be scary enough to do this, guess we will just have to wait and see.
None the less no training for me this morning as I had to manage how to shave and iron clothes in order to get ready for work. Neither task am I particularly familiar with. Fortunately I still managed to find time to pick up my coffee from Morgans on the way through though. Having said this they have not made things easy in changing the location of their entry door. I was geographically challenged for a moment of 2 there. Im going to need to factor in an extra 10 seconds each morning for the extra steps in and out each day.
As for the afternoon run, Im currently sitting on the back deck typing instead of placing Kayanos upon feet and running. Perhaps when SWMBO and Evie return I might drag the running pram out, for now though a song:
Stats: 157.89km, 5hrs 27mins 56sec, 28.8km/hr
Weather: Patchy Cloud, Cool, Tail to Cross Winds
How quickly our perceptions of things adapt and change. It was only a week ago that half our group were celebrating their ride from Northam to Merredin, as their personal longest ride (at a total of 165km). Today a ride of 157km is being described as an easy day by the same people.
We got on to the road early this morning, having finished a quick pack up and breakfast. We were on the road by 6:45am and within 2 minutes it was 7:30am, as we crossed into the next recognised time zone. At this point in time this clearly represents our worst average speed on the road.
As our day progressed the low pressure system in the south ocean that had provided our fabulous tailwinds yesterday. Caught up with us and t our dismay this meant the Westerly winds shifted to South Westerly's and by lunch South South Westerlies. Providing some tricky cross winds at various points.
It was at some pint today riding into these cross winds that I too had a change of perspective as to what was important in completing this ride. That being, to complete this ride. For this to happen I found myself having to discard a number of previously held personal priorities:
Firstly, daily average speeds or even progressive speeds are in fact of minimal significance. As they actually lead to chasing faster times and clearly this does nothing for longevity on a ride like this.
Secondly, pride has no place in this ride. If your hurting, there is no place for pushing up front. Ask for help and ask early. Even if this means sitting on the wheel of someone else twice your age.
Finally, There is no place for competitiveness on this ride. This is in its purest for a team effort. Alone none of us will make it. A tough truth for a PE teacher to swallow.
All things considered, we rolled into Madura around 3:00pm (including time zone adjustments) in good condition. With one final surprise for those of us new to the Nullarbor. Two kilometres before 'town' we came to what temporarily is the edge of the escarpment. With stunning views over the lower platue of grasslands stretched out in front of us. One of those views that you can never capture on a camera. One of the most impressive lookouts I have seen (up with Gross Head Sth). Shared with our second, lone-pania carrying cyclist this tour.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (6)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
19.9.2011
Seems I need to dress like an adult for a few days as Im sitting in as relieving Deputy Principal for the the last week of this term and the first 3 weeks of next. Wonder if I can push a few more funds PDHPE's way and have no body notice :). Im not actually sure I can be scary enough to do this, guess we will just have to wait and see.
None the less no training for me this morning as I had to manage how to shave and iron clothes in order to get ready for work. Neither task am I particularly familiar with. Fortunately I still managed to find time to pick up my coffee from Morgans on the way through though. Having said this they have not made things easy in changing the location of their entry door. I was geographically challenged for a moment of 2 there. Im going to need to factor in an extra 10 seconds each morning for the extra steps in and out each day.
As for the afternoon run, Im currently sitting on the back deck typing instead of placing Kayanos upon feet and running. Perhaps when SWMBO and Evie return I might drag the running pram out, for now though a song:
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Balladonia to Caiguna Revisited
18.9.2006: Balladonia to Caiguna
Stats: 182.51km, 5hrs 33mins 15secs, 32.8km/hr
Weather: Clear Sy's, Hot, Tail Winds
We continued with great blessing as we ventured further into the Nullarbor Dessert today. Brilliant westerly winds once again pushed us along the Eyre Highway. Providing much fresher legs at the end of 370km in two days than any of us have hoped for.
We rose early again, however today breakfast was supplied by the roadhouse we had been staying at in Balladonia. As is accustom to roadhouses, eggs, bacon, sausages etc was aplenty and whilst this was initially a welcome change. Possibly portion size should have been more carefully considered as I must have been carrying an extra 10kg for the first half hour of riding.
As we rode this morning we continued through the desert surrounds of scrub and scattered trees for quite some time. Around 30km into our ride we started on the longest straight stretch of road in Australia. I can vouch for the fact that there is certainly no hint of a corner for over 140kms.
This straight run, with tail winds that continued to strengthen as the day went on saw us sitting at speeds of 35-45km/hr for most of the second half of the day. All the while subtle change was occurring around us. Where there had been scattered trees and a base of shuts. There was now scattered scrub with a base of grasses. Followed by next to no scrub and just patchy tufts of grass.
Yet the fewer the trees the greater the number (apparent) of birds we could see. At one point a pair of Galah's must have followed us followed us for around 10-15km. Swooping, gliding, diving in front of or next to us all the way.
With wind assisted speeds, we soon reached the end of our lengthy straight and following the obligatory photos we immediately turned into our accommodation, the Caiguna Roadhouse. I guess that corner will have to wait for the first 100km tomorrow. As will changing our clocks forward 45mins (a definite no no this side of the corner apparently).
Punctures: Me (0), Group (4)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
18.9.2011
Whilst there was no training for me today. I had a great time floating around the Sydney Running festival ring the father on duty. Whilst SWMBO took part in the Bridge Run. An abundance of BMMC and low landers known were taking part in a range of events and I had a great morning moving from road corner to road corner trying to see as many of them as possible on course.
I must say I was more than a little pleased not to be running this year as temperatures rose to low 30's mid morning. Temperatures not conducive to pleasurable running in my experience. Particularly this early in spring when the body is just starting to return to the World of warm weather.
For the record SWMBO had a great run, pumping out a 54min Bridge run just 2 weeks after being held in emergency for most of the night with IV fluids being pumped into her dehydrated body. This gives her a couple of triathlons/duathlons and multiple fun runs. All in the first 11 months since Evie was born. Super effort that :)
Tomorrow I have to pull out the adult cloths instead of my normal comfortable PE attire. Will be interesting to see how Deputy Gnome sits with my happiness at work and impact on training over the next 4 weeks of work. Better go figure out how to tie the tie again.
And for Evie today:
Stats: 182.51km, 5hrs 33mins 15secs, 32.8km/hr
Weather: Clear Sy's, Hot, Tail Winds
We continued with great blessing as we ventured further into the Nullarbor Dessert today. Brilliant westerly winds once again pushed us along the Eyre Highway. Providing much fresher legs at the end of 370km in two days than any of us have hoped for.
We rose early again, however today breakfast was supplied by the roadhouse we had been staying at in Balladonia. As is accustom to roadhouses, eggs, bacon, sausages etc was aplenty and whilst this was initially a welcome change. Possibly portion size should have been more carefully considered as I must have been carrying an extra 10kg for the first half hour of riding.
As we rode this morning we continued through the desert surrounds of scrub and scattered trees for quite some time. Around 30km into our ride we started on the longest straight stretch of road in Australia. I can vouch for the fact that there is certainly no hint of a corner for over 140kms.
This straight run, with tail winds that continued to strengthen as the day went on saw us sitting at speeds of 35-45km/hr for most of the second half of the day. All the while subtle change was occurring around us. Where there had been scattered trees and a base of shuts. There was now scattered scrub with a base of grasses. Followed by next to no scrub and just patchy tufts of grass.
Yet the fewer the trees the greater the number (apparent) of birds we could see. At one point a pair of Galah's must have followed us followed us for around 10-15km. Swooping, gliding, diving in front of or next to us all the way.
With wind assisted speeds, we soon reached the end of our lengthy straight and following the obligatory photos we immediately turned into our accommodation, the Caiguna Roadhouse. I guess that corner will have to wait for the first 100km tomorrow. As will changing our clocks forward 45mins (a definite no no this side of the corner apparently).
Punctures: Me (0), Group (4)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
18.9.2011
Whilst there was no training for me today. I had a great time floating around the Sydney Running festival ring the father on duty. Whilst SWMBO took part in the Bridge Run. An abundance of BMMC and low landers known were taking part in a range of events and I had a great morning moving from road corner to road corner trying to see as many of them as possible on course.
I must say I was more than a little pleased not to be running this year as temperatures rose to low 30's mid morning. Temperatures not conducive to pleasurable running in my experience. Particularly this early in spring when the body is just starting to return to the World of warm weather.
For the record SWMBO had a great run, pumping out a 54min Bridge run just 2 weeks after being held in emergency for most of the night with IV fluids being pumped into her dehydrated body. This gives her a couple of triathlons/duathlons and multiple fun runs. All in the first 11 months since Evie was born. Super effort that :)
Tomorrow I have to pull out the adult cloths instead of my normal comfortable PE attire. Will be interesting to see how Deputy Gnome sits with my happiness at work and impact on training over the next 4 weeks of work. Better go figure out how to tie the tie again.
And for Evie today:
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Norseman to Balladonia Revisited
17.9.2006: Noresman to Baladonia
Stats: 192.30km, 7hrs 8mins 28sec, 26.9km/hr
Weather: Warm, Overcast, Dry, Light winds
I am happy to say that today we are truly blessed. As we walked around Noresman yesterday during our rest day we jokingly discussed how pleasant it would be to have clouds with no rain, mid range temperatures and just the slightest touch of a tail wind. For what is the equal longest day of the trip and the start of a week in which we are going to be averaging over 160km a day.
Given the stall scorching heat of the rest day, none of us dared hope for such pleasures. Then as the day dawned things began to stack up in favour of the cyclist.
We rose at 5:00am, to maximise our chances of beating the heat and were softly through breakfast and packing up. To be on the road by 6:20am.
My knees were serving it right up to me early on and thoughts of not being able to sustain this this level of pain for four more weeks certainly passed through my head on a regular interval.
We rode into morning tea having completed the first 50km of the days journeying what seemed like a very quick time, despite the troubles my knees were giving me. Our only stop so far being to have a look at a crop of Sturt Dessert Peas growing by the side of the road.
At morning tea three significant changes happened following much prayer for my knees. All independent of each other three people suggested minor changes that by days end would see my knees much less troublesome:
Firstly Dave had been watching me cycle and suggested I raise my seat a little. Secondly Jim Jim reorganised the group so I was cycling a lot more often closer to the front, were the riding is much more constant without the fluctuations in speed instigated by breaking and accelerating riders in front. Then finally Big Jim talked about taking off my strapping as it now appeared to be contributing to the problem more than reducing it.
By days end the pain had not gone completely, but certainly it was much improved. My personal blessings a log with the groups in weather conditions had made a long day great fun. As we continue our journey into the Nullarbor I look forward to more of the majestic scenery that is the Nullarbor Dessert.
No changes to the current tally's. However today saw the first broken spoke (on the 25km of dirt road/road works to finish today.
17.9.2011
Well five years on and Im back into build the cycling kilometres again. Today was a brilliant day on the bike with a lap out and around Greendale-Cobbitty-Chain of Ponds. All up 120km with some fairly significant hills all the way round.
Im sick of watching people ride on by in the triathlons I have done lately so it is all about building strength at the moment. In particular building the muscular endurance Im missing. So the long rides in this base phase are all aimed at overloading the muscles with over gearing the climbs staying seated at all times. This hurt today but it is there to be endured. Knowing that the rewards will be had in months time.
The plan had been hatched late to catch up with Lady GaGa for the ride, so I had not expected to see a multitude of people at the truck stop when I arrived. It turned into a group of 6 riding that ended up really well paced in comparison to each other.
Once again Lapstone Hill beat me on a count back, with the time taken to climb home still slower than I would otherwise like to see. So it's Lappo 2 - Me 0 in the preseason tally.
An afternoon wrestling with Evie topped off a great day. Helping me ignore the same knee niggles I recall from 5 years ago. Time to stretch the Quads and ITB with a song for Evie:
Stats: 192.30km, 7hrs 8mins 28sec, 26.9km/hr
Weather: Warm, Overcast, Dry, Light winds
I am happy to say that today we are truly blessed. As we walked around Noresman yesterday during our rest day we jokingly discussed how pleasant it would be to have clouds with no rain, mid range temperatures and just the slightest touch of a tail wind. For what is the equal longest day of the trip and the start of a week in which we are going to be averaging over 160km a day.
Given the stall scorching heat of the rest day, none of us dared hope for such pleasures. Then as the day dawned things began to stack up in favour of the cyclist.
We rose at 5:00am, to maximise our chances of beating the heat and were softly through breakfast and packing up. To be on the road by 6:20am.
My knees were serving it right up to me early on and thoughts of not being able to sustain this this level of pain for four more weeks certainly passed through my head on a regular interval.
We rode into morning tea having completed the first 50km of the days journeying what seemed like a very quick time, despite the troubles my knees were giving me. Our only stop so far being to have a look at a crop of Sturt Dessert Peas growing by the side of the road.
At morning tea three significant changes happened following much prayer for my knees. All independent of each other three people suggested minor changes that by days end would see my knees much less troublesome:
Firstly Dave had been watching me cycle and suggested I raise my seat a little. Secondly Jim Jim reorganised the group so I was cycling a lot more often closer to the front, were the riding is much more constant without the fluctuations in speed instigated by breaking and accelerating riders in front. Then finally Big Jim talked about taking off my strapping as it now appeared to be contributing to the problem more than reducing it.
By days end the pain had not gone completely, but certainly it was much improved. My personal blessings a log with the groups in weather conditions had made a long day great fun. As we continue our journey into the Nullarbor I look forward to more of the majestic scenery that is the Nullarbor Dessert.
No changes to the current tally's. However today saw the first broken spoke (on the 25km of dirt road/road works to finish today.
17.9.2011
Well five years on and Im back into build the cycling kilometres again. Today was a brilliant day on the bike with a lap out and around Greendale-Cobbitty-Chain of Ponds. All up 120km with some fairly significant hills all the way round.
Im sick of watching people ride on by in the triathlons I have done lately so it is all about building strength at the moment. In particular building the muscular endurance Im missing. So the long rides in this base phase are all aimed at overloading the muscles with over gearing the climbs staying seated at all times. This hurt today but it is there to be endured. Knowing that the rewards will be had in months time.
The plan had been hatched late to catch up with Lady GaGa for the ride, so I had not expected to see a multitude of people at the truck stop when I arrived. It turned into a group of 6 riding that ended up really well paced in comparison to each other.
Once again Lapstone Hill beat me on a count back, with the time taken to climb home still slower than I would otherwise like to see. So it's Lappo 2 - Me 0 in the preseason tally.
An afternoon wrestling with Evie topped off a great day. Helping me ignore the same knee niggles I recall from 5 years ago. Time to stretch the Quads and ITB with a song for Evie:
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Coolgardie to Norseman Revisited
15.9.2006: Coolgardie to Norseman
Stats: 168.74km, 6hrs 46mins 2sec, 24.9km/hr
Weather: Showers early, Clearing to hot day, 16-30+ degrees, early winds
A day of challenges in many ways, 5th day of riding (6th including prologue), 167km following 188km into a shocker of a head wind yesterday, and playing on my mind going into today is the fact that it is 3 months since Dad died.
I found myself constantly thinking about Dad today. The conversations we had, the things we had doing together, the family gatherings, and more than anything the inability I now have to sit down with him and talk about my experiences on this ride. More than once this has lead to a tear being shed behind my sunglasses.
I don't know if the mental and emotional struggle was a significant factor, but I really struggled physically up until morning tea this morning. Almost from the moment we departed Coolgardie, having had photos with our new friends at the Aboriginal student hostel, I was having to push to hold the wheel in front of me.
What difference a day or two can make. Our riding environment has changed from open fields of wheat to what I would have to describe as scrub/bush tablelands. Corresponding with this I have moved from riding well inside my comfort levels to moving through periods of complete discomfort.
It was George who today summed it up simply with:
"Until today I had no idea how hard this would be"
My backside is red raw with saddle sores, my knee really went, late this afternoon, and at times we feel like we are riding on home trainers.
Having said this, I would choose to be no where else at this moment. Each afternoon as we finish riding I give thanks for the opportunity to experience Australia this way. It truly is the Great South Land.
Tomorrow, a rest day in Norseman, for today the tally's remain the same.
15.6.20111
Legs woke about 2 hours after the rest of my body this morning. Which is a shame because by this point I had finished the standard Thursday morning run around the basic hill circuit. I really felt the effects of pushing a few of the hills last night out riding this morning.To the extent that on a number of occasions I found myself sitting behind everyone else just tagging along.
It was then with a large amount of surprise that when I stopped my watch at the end of the run. With legs still sleeping. That I looked down to see we had gone round in 1hr 5mins 40secs. As I think back I can't actually remember going round this circuit, having started and finished at the Mansion on Marshall, under 1hr 6mins previously. Even if it has occurred, it would only have been once and most likely on much stronger feeling legs than those I ran with today. Im pleased with this as it is a sign things are still headed in the right direction. Even if it meant observing Sleep Train, Fat Kiwi and Cougar Baits backsides for most of this time.
The afternoon session had been planned as a time trial on the bike round the lakes. However a date with my daughter at Glenbrook Park and a niggle in the right knee put a holt to that. At this point in the training, not even being in the 12 week trial block leading into Canberra 70.3 yet. Let alone knocking out the hard yards for Ports 12 week block. Im happy to spend my afternoons on the swings and slippery dips with a giggling Evie over pushing myself beyond pleasant training.
Knowing of course this will be a very different circumstance come 2012. I await you long slow dull pain with a smile :). So now Evie's song for today:
Stats: 168.74km, 6hrs 46mins 2sec, 24.9km/hr
Weather: Showers early, Clearing to hot day, 16-30+ degrees, early winds
A day of challenges in many ways, 5th day of riding (6th including prologue), 167km following 188km into a shocker of a head wind yesterday, and playing on my mind going into today is the fact that it is 3 months since Dad died.
I found myself constantly thinking about Dad today. The conversations we had, the things we had doing together, the family gatherings, and more than anything the inability I now have to sit down with him and talk about my experiences on this ride. More than once this has lead to a tear being shed behind my sunglasses.
I don't know if the mental and emotional struggle was a significant factor, but I really struggled physically up until morning tea this morning. Almost from the moment we departed Coolgardie, having had photos with our new friends at the Aboriginal student hostel, I was having to push to hold the wheel in front of me.
What difference a day or two can make. Our riding environment has changed from open fields of wheat to what I would have to describe as scrub/bush tablelands. Corresponding with this I have moved from riding well inside my comfort levels to moving through periods of complete discomfort.
It was George who today summed it up simply with:
"Until today I had no idea how hard this would be"
My backside is red raw with saddle sores, my knee really went, late this afternoon, and at times we feel like we are riding on home trainers.
Having said this, I would choose to be no where else at this moment. Each afternoon as we finish riding I give thanks for the opportunity to experience Australia this way. It truly is the Great South Land.
Tomorrow, a rest day in Norseman, for today the tally's remain the same.
15.6.20111
Legs woke about 2 hours after the rest of my body this morning. Which is a shame because by this point I had finished the standard Thursday morning run around the basic hill circuit. I really felt the effects of pushing a few of the hills last night out riding this morning.To the extent that on a number of occasions I found myself sitting behind everyone else just tagging along.
It was then with a large amount of surprise that when I stopped my watch at the end of the run. With legs still sleeping. That I looked down to see we had gone round in 1hr 5mins 40secs. As I think back I can't actually remember going round this circuit, having started and finished at the Mansion on Marshall, under 1hr 6mins previously. Even if it has occurred, it would only have been once and most likely on much stronger feeling legs than those I ran with today. Im pleased with this as it is a sign things are still headed in the right direction. Even if it meant observing Sleep Train, Fat Kiwi and Cougar Baits backsides for most of this time.
The afternoon session had been planned as a time trial on the bike round the lakes. However a date with my daughter at Glenbrook Park and a niggle in the right knee put a holt to that. At this point in the training, not even being in the 12 week trial block leading into Canberra 70.3 yet. Let alone knocking out the hard yards for Ports 12 week block. Im happy to spend my afternoons on the swings and slippery dips with a giggling Evie over pushing myself beyond pleasant training.
Knowing of course this will be a very different circumstance come 2012. I await you long slow dull pain with a smile :). So now Evie's song for today:
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Southern Cross to Coolgardie Revisited
14.9.2011: Southern Cross to Coolgardie
Stats: 188.71km, 8hrs 33mins 58sec, 22km/hr
Weather: Fine 16-30 degrees, Head winds
It was a shattered bunch that rolled into Coolgardie today. We had spent 189km on hot windy roads. 10 and 1/2 hours between leaving Southern Cross and arriving at Coolgardie. Not one of us free from the mental and physical exhaustion we felt. Knowing tomorrow will most likely provide more of the same, Im going to sleep well tonight.
Note: A wonderful meal with children of the local Aboriginal Hostel
Tallies as for yesterday, good night.
14.9.2011
I remember the day 5 years ago well. The hot dusty windy roads that limited our average speed to 22km/hr and the absolute exhaustion we felt when we rolled into town. So it pleases me that 5 years on today sits on the opposite side of the spectrum in terms of mental state following todays training.
For the first time in weeks I managed to make it to swimming in the Woods. Knocking out 3.5km with the animal and Dr Phil, all be it with flippers assisting me in many aspects of the session today so to complete the session in time with these two. All up I was pleasantly surprised to find my splits and cycle times sat in tune with those I was working to prior to the interruptions of the past 3 weeks.
Then thus evening, a tidy 40km on the M7 cycle way with Joey, Kristy, Luke, Sean and Brandon. The rolling hills of the southern end make for great mid week riding. Though I do find the removal of myself right in the middle of feeding and bath time a some what selfish act. I will continue to review this session in order to try and find a more suitable solution that also fits in with Evie coming home with Mum.
Certainly enjoying the last few sessions and starting to feel stronger through training. More importantly though a song for Evie :).
Stats: 188.71km, 8hrs 33mins 58sec, 22km/hr
Weather: Fine 16-30 degrees, Head winds
It was a shattered bunch that rolled into Coolgardie today. We had spent 189km on hot windy roads. 10 and 1/2 hours between leaving Southern Cross and arriving at Coolgardie. Not one of us free from the mental and physical exhaustion we felt. Knowing tomorrow will most likely provide more of the same, Im going to sleep well tonight.
Note: A wonderful meal with children of the local Aboriginal Hostel
Tallies as for yesterday, good night.
14.9.2011
I remember the day 5 years ago well. The hot dusty windy roads that limited our average speed to 22km/hr and the absolute exhaustion we felt when we rolled into town. So it pleases me that 5 years on today sits on the opposite side of the spectrum in terms of mental state following todays training.
For the first time in weeks I managed to make it to swimming in the Woods. Knocking out 3.5km with the animal and Dr Phil, all be it with flippers assisting me in many aspects of the session today so to complete the session in time with these two. All up I was pleasantly surprised to find my splits and cycle times sat in tune with those I was working to prior to the interruptions of the past 3 weeks.
Then thus evening, a tidy 40km on the M7 cycle way with Joey, Kristy, Luke, Sean and Brandon. The rolling hills of the southern end make for great mid week riding. Though I do find the removal of myself right in the middle of feeding and bath time a some what selfish act. I will continue to review this session in order to try and find a more suitable solution that also fits in with Evie coming home with Mum.
Certainly enjoying the last few sessions and starting to feel stronger through training. More importantly though a song for Evie :).
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Merredin to Southern Cross Revisited
13.9.2011: Merredin to Southern Cross
Stats: 109.95km, 4hrs 44mins 31secs, 23.1km/hr
Weather: Fine clear sky's, Cool-warm, Head winds
Our 'easy day as described by all in last nights discussion of what lay ahead today may in hindsight be looked back upon asa day that stretched and challenged many of the group. More than some of the longer days, distance speaking.
Having been granted the benefits of an extra hours sleep, we rose at 6.30am to the first day of clear blue sky's. With the constant fear of running into a student or hearing the bell of the school hall we were staying in, it was with great relief that we began this day of 'ease at 7.45am.
A quick 109km and we should be at Southern Cross well before lunch.
As we began a slow steady climb out of Merredin it became obvious the wind that had aided us over the past few days would today be against us. It also soon became clear that our road had an incline that mainly saw us climbing just above the horizon constantly.
Third dayitis (plus a prologue stage) soon began to set in and the mental preparation of an easy day began to take it's toll. As we pushed out speeds limited by the environment of around 20-24km/hr.
A difficult morning, of 60km, had us taking a break at Bodallin for morning tea. A servo and a small communal park felt like a most hospitable well kept botanic garden. Morning tea was stretched a touch to give fatigued body's an extended rest.
The late morning ride left us with around 49km to Southern Cross and with the tail wagging (including myself) a competition was devised around guessing the colour and make of each car coming through from behind us. Following some rules negotiations, 1 point was awarded for colour, 1 point for brand and a bonus point if both correct. Following my first correct guess of white Toyota it was agreed 'white Toyota' would no longer gain bonus points due to the regularity of such work vehicles.
This kept us occupied for 20-25km. However following prolonged period of no green Porches the ride again took central focus.
A tough day, with 186km tomorrow many will face inner demons over the next few days.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (3)
Indian Pacific Sightings: 1
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0) (Note a big chance soon if I don't get froth on my cappuccino's soon)
13.9.2011
The day started well having managed to hear the alarm today and making it out of bed in time to make the standard Tuesday morning run from Sleep Trains. On arrival however it was apparent their would be many who failed to achieve this same accomplishment. So With Dr Phil and Sleep Train we set of enjoying the early morning sun shine mid September brings with out the heat of Summer.
Having said this, some heat would have been nice given the lack of Washing Machine coordination I suffered. Finding myself prematurely in shorts as opposed to the preferred long running skins desired in the lower Mountains chill.
Sleep Train left us at 5 ways to take to short option and Dr Phil momentarily took a step to the side before he regrouped a few kilo's lighter for his time out. Without racing by any stretch, just maintaining the positive mantra of 'run strong' a lap round Two Hills Circuit was complete in 56mins 20ses. Definitely the quickest Ive been round in quite some time, including the extended break waiting for the good Dr the finish his business in Sun Valley.
The rest of the day was pleasantly spent with the Gnomes in Knapsack Reserve. Having walked up from the car park at the bottom of Mitchell's Pass. Today being their orienteering expedition following a term in school preparing for such a day. The representatives from Orienteering NSW doing an outstanding job in setting an appropriate course for the Gnomes to race round for their introduction to orienteering.
From my position near check point 6 those coming through were dead set intent on claiming the title of fastest gnome with compass and map in Western Sydney. Combined with the exclamation of joy by the vast majority of gnomes post event. I would judge the day a tremendous success. I particularly liked the description of the day "It was just like the amazing race, in the bush".
The afternoons run for a standard double run Tuesday unfortunately side tracked due to a forgotten meeting for the Ride4Kids program at 5pm. never mind, recovering from chest cold may be the hidden benefactor.
So todays song for Evie:
Stats: 109.95km, 4hrs 44mins 31secs, 23.1km/hr
Weather: Fine clear sky's, Cool-warm, Head winds
Our 'easy day as described by all in last nights discussion of what lay ahead today may in hindsight be looked back upon asa day that stretched and challenged many of the group. More than some of the longer days, distance speaking.
Having been granted the benefits of an extra hours sleep, we rose at 6.30am to the first day of clear blue sky's. With the constant fear of running into a student or hearing the bell of the school hall we were staying in, it was with great relief that we began this day of 'ease at 7.45am.
A quick 109km and we should be at Southern Cross well before lunch.
As we began a slow steady climb out of Merredin it became obvious the wind that had aided us over the past few days would today be against us. It also soon became clear that our road had an incline that mainly saw us climbing just above the horizon constantly.
Third dayitis (plus a prologue stage) soon began to set in and the mental preparation of an easy day began to take it's toll. As we pushed out speeds limited by the environment of around 20-24km/hr.
A difficult morning, of 60km, had us taking a break at Bodallin for morning tea. A servo and a small communal park felt like a most hospitable well kept botanic garden. Morning tea was stretched a touch to give fatigued body's an extended rest.
The late morning ride left us with around 49km to Southern Cross and with the tail wagging (including myself) a competition was devised around guessing the colour and make of each car coming through from behind us. Following some rules negotiations, 1 point was awarded for colour, 1 point for brand and a bonus point if both correct. Following my first correct guess of white Toyota it was agreed 'white Toyota' would no longer gain bonus points due to the regularity of such work vehicles.
This kept us occupied for 20-25km. However following prolonged period of no green Porches the ride again took central focus.
A tough day, with 186km tomorrow many will face inner demons over the next few days.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (3)
Indian Pacific Sightings: 1
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0) (Note a big chance soon if I don't get froth on my cappuccino's soon)
13.9.2011
The day started well having managed to hear the alarm today and making it out of bed in time to make the standard Tuesday morning run from Sleep Trains. On arrival however it was apparent their would be many who failed to achieve this same accomplishment. So With Dr Phil and Sleep Train we set of enjoying the early morning sun shine mid September brings with out the heat of Summer.
Having said this, some heat would have been nice given the lack of Washing Machine coordination I suffered. Finding myself prematurely in shorts as opposed to the preferred long running skins desired in the lower Mountains chill.
Sleep Train left us at 5 ways to take to short option and Dr Phil momentarily took a step to the side before he regrouped a few kilo's lighter for his time out. Without racing by any stretch, just maintaining the positive mantra of 'run strong' a lap round Two Hills Circuit was complete in 56mins 20ses. Definitely the quickest Ive been round in quite some time, including the extended break waiting for the good Dr the finish his business in Sun Valley.
The rest of the day was pleasantly spent with the Gnomes in Knapsack Reserve. Having walked up from the car park at the bottom of Mitchell's Pass. Today being their orienteering expedition following a term in school preparing for such a day. The representatives from Orienteering NSW doing an outstanding job in setting an appropriate course for the Gnomes to race round for their introduction to orienteering.
From my position near check point 6 those coming through were dead set intent on claiming the title of fastest gnome with compass and map in Western Sydney. Combined with the exclamation of joy by the vast majority of gnomes post event. I would judge the day a tremendous success. I particularly liked the description of the day "It was just like the amazing race, in the bush".
The afternoons run for a standard double run Tuesday unfortunately side tracked due to a forgotten meeting for the Ride4Kids program at 5pm. never mind, recovering from chest cold may be the hidden benefactor.
So todays song for Evie:
Monday, September 12, 2011
Northam to Merredin Revisited
12.9.2006: Northam to Merredin
Stats:165.60km, 6hrs 17mins 19secs, 26.3km/hr
Weather: Early wet, Sun arvo, Wind
After a relatively easy day yesterday, today represented the first of the bigger days on tour. Northam to Merrindan, apron 165km. Largely on open roads with only the beginning of the road trains to keep us company and the odd car. Often towing caravan, one equipped with bike racked exercise bike.
We awoke once again to the sound of rain on the roof top, and whilst we gained confidence in the open patches of sky. It was with precipitation that we rode out of town.
The scenery was well worth taking time away fro the rubber in front of you to admire. In particular the young wheat fields and shallow water ways with their abundant bird life took some admiring.
I continue to be perplexed by the signage indicating we are following the 'Golden Pipeline Heritage Trail'. I assume it makes reference to the mains water pipe that carries the Eastern aspects of Western Australia it's water supply from Perth. However the need to sign post this hardly seems a necessity due to the massive structure that is the mains pipe running next to the roadway since we first left Perth.
The rain played havoc today as we played leap frog with our soloist-pania carrying-Kiwi friend from yesterday. One particularly acute angled railway crossing saw the demise of Barry and jean on the random. Followed by Jim B and George. George hitting with the biggest impact. Thankfully a definite absents of Darryl Eastlake save our ears the appropriate commentary for the impact. Jim bounced up and Barry-Jean escaped with grazes and bruising. However George is carrying some rather saw, bruised ribs. A supply of drugs from Merredin Chemist will hopefully see him through.
Fortunately the sun debuted this afternoon and it was a high spirited group that rolled into Merredin High School at 3.00pm.
For the slow movers post ride, it was the first cold showers of the trip. A cappuccino and now of to dinner.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (3)
Indian Pacific sightings: (1)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
Monday 12.9.2011
The morning started as the weekend had progressed. Sleeping through the alarm to wake some 1 hour and 15minutes after the radio had first come on. Not only does this mean the missing of another swim session, but the need to try and explain to the Animal again how it is that I failed to be in the pool ready to go. Having stated with absolute clarity the night before that I would be there to improve my dismal swimming capabilities.
The afternoon at least provided a minimalist perspective on rectification. With a lap of the Espresso Run with one of the other PDHPE teachers after work. It was good to get back on the feet for a session and shake out a few cobwebs. Cobwebs that had kindly been inserted by the HSC Gnomes when in class they were discussing who was the oldest. To respond in absolute shock and disbelief when I informed them I was intact the oldest as I was turning 37 very soon. I believe the response went some thing like, "37 that means your almost 40. Thats ancient". Thanks
A 27min 33 sec round with a solid start easing off through the second half gave the lungs some of the clean up they weak. Sean I think enjoyed his run on the local trails. I hope this turns into a regular run as he seems intent on pushing the pace a bit and with the majority of my running being longer slower runs it will be good to have a bit of a hit out on a lower volume day.
Todays song for Evie comes from Kels cousin. Found this last night when I was flipping through you tube aimlessly:
Stats:165.60km, 6hrs 17mins 19secs, 26.3km/hr
Weather: Early wet, Sun arvo, Wind
After a relatively easy day yesterday, today represented the first of the bigger days on tour. Northam to Merrindan, apron 165km. Largely on open roads with only the beginning of the road trains to keep us company and the odd car. Often towing caravan, one equipped with bike racked exercise bike.
We awoke once again to the sound of rain on the roof top, and whilst we gained confidence in the open patches of sky. It was with precipitation that we rode out of town.
The scenery was well worth taking time away fro the rubber in front of you to admire. In particular the young wheat fields and shallow water ways with their abundant bird life took some admiring.
I continue to be perplexed by the signage indicating we are following the 'Golden Pipeline Heritage Trail'. I assume it makes reference to the mains water pipe that carries the Eastern aspects of Western Australia it's water supply from Perth. However the need to sign post this hardly seems a necessity due to the massive structure that is the mains pipe running next to the roadway since we first left Perth.
The rain played havoc today as we played leap frog with our soloist-pania carrying-Kiwi friend from yesterday. One particularly acute angled railway crossing saw the demise of Barry and jean on the random. Followed by Jim B and George. George hitting with the biggest impact. Thankfully a definite absents of Darryl Eastlake save our ears the appropriate commentary for the impact. Jim bounced up and Barry-Jean escaped with grazes and bruising. However George is carrying some rather saw, bruised ribs. A supply of drugs from Merredin Chemist will hopefully see him through.
Fortunately the sun debuted this afternoon and it was a high spirited group that rolled into Merredin High School at 3.00pm.
For the slow movers post ride, it was the first cold showers of the trip. A cappuccino and now of to dinner.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (3)
Indian Pacific sightings: (1)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
Monday 12.9.2011
The morning started as the weekend had progressed. Sleeping through the alarm to wake some 1 hour and 15minutes after the radio had first come on. Not only does this mean the missing of another swim session, but the need to try and explain to the Animal again how it is that I failed to be in the pool ready to go. Having stated with absolute clarity the night before that I would be there to improve my dismal swimming capabilities.
The afternoon at least provided a minimalist perspective on rectification. With a lap of the Espresso Run with one of the other PDHPE teachers after work. It was good to get back on the feet for a session and shake out a few cobwebs. Cobwebs that had kindly been inserted by the HSC Gnomes when in class they were discussing who was the oldest. To respond in absolute shock and disbelief when I informed them I was intact the oldest as I was turning 37 very soon. I believe the response went some thing like, "37 that means your almost 40. Thats ancient". Thanks
A 27min 33 sec round with a solid start easing off through the second half gave the lungs some of the clean up they weak. Sean I think enjoyed his run on the local trails. I hope this turns into a regular run as he seems intent on pushing the pace a bit and with the majority of my running being longer slower runs it will be good to have a bit of a hit out on a lower volume day.
Todays song for Evie comes from Kels cousin. Found this last night when I was flipping through you tube aimlessly:
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Perth to Northam Revisited
11.9.2006: Perth to Northam
Stats: 86.32km, 3hrs 42mins 41sec, 23.2km/hr
Weather: Wet, Windy, 15-18 deg
Let the journey begin, today marked the official beginning of our journey. The start of bike for bibles - ride across Australia 06.
We woke at 5.30am to what sounded like the beginning of a reenactment of the great flood. I half expected to be herded onto an arc and shipped across the Nullarbor.
In reality the tin roofing played quite a dramatic and in fact it was gentle rain falling over Bassendon. Rain which largely cleared by the time we had eaten, packed and mounted our bikes at 7.15am.
It was on very quiet roads that we started our journey. With more water coming at us from the tyres in front, than from the sky.
10kms in and Perth's 'great climb' sat before us. With instructions to regroup at the summit we soon split and a steady tempo was set by John and Allen. In the end it turned out to be more a steady incline that spanned an approximate distance of 5km's. It was though quite scenic and the mist towards the top only amplified the visual pleasantry's.
The majority of the remaining day followed what is sign posted as the 'Golden Pipe Scenic Trail' in mild tail winds and misting rain. A short morning tea break 60km's in, at possibly the wettest and coldest part of the day lead to the next short section of riding being a bit of a struggle for me, trying to deal with the cold.
The sun soon appeared however, and with the exception of almost riding directly up Dave's rear when he got the first official puncture of the ride, a no fuss morning saw us cruise down into Northam by 11.45am.
A comfortable start to what I'm certain will become a much more challenging trip, both physically and mentally.
The afternoon was spent in search of the 'bike' shops well as what would become the eternal search for that all satisfying cappuccino (or for Jim - Big Jim - the chocolate thick shake). Not sure Northam is home to either though. Hopes are high we might stumble on the mystical coffee shop mid Nullarbor.
The knee, ongoing niggle but manageable. Bigger tests ahead, 160km tomorrow a start.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (2)
Indian Pacific Sightings: (1)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
Sunday 11.9.2011
A quite day with no training. Seems recording publicly the training is not all it takes to maintain any form of consistent training. I am however justifying the lack of training with a desire to finally crack the sore throat Ive now been carrying for 2 weeks.
Spent the morning entertaining Evie whilst Kel caught up on some much needed sleep. Then down to Emu Plains for a Christening and to Watch the Wallaby's put it together agains the Azzurie. The second half providing the point but the to my mind the game was a winner all round.
Having not done much more, other than the mandatory coffee with Dr Phil and the Animal in Glenbrook. Thats it, some what uneventful in comparison to 5 years ago. So a song for Evie:
Stats: 86.32km, 3hrs 42mins 41sec, 23.2km/hr
Weather: Wet, Windy, 15-18 deg
Let the journey begin, today marked the official beginning of our journey. The start of bike for bibles - ride across Australia 06.
We woke at 5.30am to what sounded like the beginning of a reenactment of the great flood. I half expected to be herded onto an arc and shipped across the Nullarbor.
In reality the tin roofing played quite a dramatic and in fact it was gentle rain falling over Bassendon. Rain which largely cleared by the time we had eaten, packed and mounted our bikes at 7.15am.
It was on very quiet roads that we started our journey. With more water coming at us from the tyres in front, than from the sky.
10kms in and Perth's 'great climb' sat before us. With instructions to regroup at the summit we soon split and a steady tempo was set by John and Allen. In the end it turned out to be more a steady incline that spanned an approximate distance of 5km's. It was though quite scenic and the mist towards the top only amplified the visual pleasantry's.
The majority of the remaining day followed what is sign posted as the 'Golden Pipe Scenic Trail' in mild tail winds and misting rain. A short morning tea break 60km's in, at possibly the wettest and coldest part of the day lead to the next short section of riding being a bit of a struggle for me, trying to deal with the cold.
The sun soon appeared however, and with the exception of almost riding directly up Dave's rear when he got the first official puncture of the ride, a no fuss morning saw us cruise down into Northam by 11.45am.
A comfortable start to what I'm certain will become a much more challenging trip, both physically and mentally.
The afternoon was spent in search of the 'bike' shops well as what would become the eternal search for that all satisfying cappuccino (or for Jim - Big Jim - the chocolate thick shake). Not sure Northam is home to either though. Hopes are high we might stumble on the mystical coffee shop mid Nullarbor.
The knee, ongoing niggle but manageable. Bigger tests ahead, 160km tomorrow a start.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (2)
Indian Pacific Sightings: (1)
Brain Snaps: Mild (1), Moderate (0), Max (0)
Sunday 11.9.2011
A quite day with no training. Seems recording publicly the training is not all it takes to maintain any form of consistent training. I am however justifying the lack of training with a desire to finally crack the sore throat Ive now been carrying for 2 weeks.
Spent the morning entertaining Evie whilst Kel caught up on some much needed sleep. Then down to Emu Plains for a Christening and to Watch the Wallaby's put it together agains the Azzurie. The second half providing the point but the to my mind the game was a winner all round.
Having not done much more, other than the mandatory coffee with Dr Phil and the Animal in Glenbrook. Thats it, some what uneventful in comparison to 5 years ago. So a song for Evie:
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The Trip Revisited: Touching the Ocean
Today marks 5 years since I began the ride from Perth to Sydney in 2006. As such I have decided to write up the journal I kept with me along the way. As an opportunity for me to revisit this experience whilst helping (I hope) with building motivation for training coming into the next thing on the list. Port 2012.
10.9.06: Prelude
Weather: overcast, warmish (20 to 22), dry
Days Stats: 50.70km, 2hrs 27mins 59sec, 20.5km/hr (computer started only on return trip)
Having arrived yesterday in Perth and directed the Taxi driver to our accommodation in Bassendon, a relaxed afternoon setting up the bike and taking a quiet stroll through the vast metropolis of town helped ease any nerves about the task ahead.
Having accomplished the most desired aspect of camp travel, a sound nights sleep(a new air bed being a most inspired purchase). I awoke at 6.00am ready to make the most of our rest day in Perth.
Following a quick breakfast, 8 of us (Jim, Les, Allan, Steve, Paul, George, John & Myself) set off for the journey. A short and easy 40km trek to Cottesloe to ensure "Coast to Coast" could truly be claimed.
With the 1st puncture repaired (within the first 5km) a most enjoyable time was had cruising along Perth's cycleways to the beach.
Photo's and a brief swim later & it was coffee time. Cappuccinos in Fremantle to the sounds of a 17 yr old busker (who unfortunately was yet to reach that point in puberty at which a Males voice breaks) and the day was rolling along nicely.
And then, we tried to get back. Some false starts and a couple of wrong turns soon found us heading roughly in the right direction. Even if Perth did appear to change its relative position on a 5 minute basis.
A 'quick' detour into Como and we continued along the the visually pleasing banks of the Swan River. 50km, 60km, 70km.
I was beginning to wish I'd taken the time to tape my troublesome knee. I have done these distances many times in training. However my mind was in rest day mode & I was struggling not to 'Snap'.
78km total riding, 52km back from the coast & we made it to our accommodation. Not bad for a rest day. R.I.C.E.R, shower (hot) and food. We have guest status at the Bassendon Church of Christ 7pm service tonight and I think Im talking.
Concerned about knee, will get over myself.
Punctures: me (0), group (1)
Indian-Pacific sightings: (1)
Brain snaps: mild (1), moderate (0), max (0)
10.9.11
Today has started well with last nights W2G by night once again being a great evening out. Ended up running with Rodthehornet and vstaR. For a very social 2hrs 47mins down to the causeway. this bought us in at around 12:30am and allowed plenty of time for socialising under the moon by the gate. To the warmth of Sleep Trains creation.
All up around 15 people this year. With a large number pulling out between 5-7pm through fear of wet weather. In the end though it turned into on of the best nights for running you could ask for. A crisp air sat on Woodford with pristine views to the lights of Sydney provided over the 1st 10-12km.
The spookiest moment coming around 1km before the gate. When I swear I heard a youthful giggling coming from the bushes to my left for about 5seconds or so. This is prior to the single track starting and at a touch before midnight freaked me out a little. Particularly given my recent story's of Naughty Nellie to the Snr Gnomes on their Outdoor Rec hike.
It appears everyone who made the journey had a great time. With smiles all round the fountain of warmth and story's of singing their way down the Oaks in abundance. SWMBO was envious to say the least. though her social spirit was fairly low when I returned just before 3am to an unsettled Evie.
As always I look forward to W2G 2012. Hoping that many more will make it out to enjoy what is one of my favourite runs of each year.
10.9.06: Prelude
Weather: overcast, warmish (20 to 22), dry
Days Stats: 50.70km, 2hrs 27mins 59sec, 20.5km/hr (computer started only on return trip)
Having arrived yesterday in Perth and directed the Taxi driver to our accommodation in Bassendon, a relaxed afternoon setting up the bike and taking a quiet stroll through the vast metropolis of town helped ease any nerves about the task ahead.
Having accomplished the most desired aspect of camp travel, a sound nights sleep(a new air bed being a most inspired purchase). I awoke at 6.00am ready to make the most of our rest day in Perth.
Following a quick breakfast, 8 of us (Jim, Les, Allan, Steve, Paul, George, John & Myself) set off for the journey. A short and easy 40km trek to Cottesloe to ensure "Coast to Coast" could truly be claimed.
With the 1st puncture repaired (within the first 5km) a most enjoyable time was had cruising along Perth's cycleways to the beach.
Photo's and a brief swim later & it was coffee time. Cappuccinos in Fremantle to the sounds of a 17 yr old busker (who unfortunately was yet to reach that point in puberty at which a Males voice breaks) and the day was rolling along nicely.
And then, we tried to get back. Some false starts and a couple of wrong turns soon found us heading roughly in the right direction. Even if Perth did appear to change its relative position on a 5 minute basis.
A 'quick' detour into Como and we continued along the the visually pleasing banks of the Swan River. 50km, 60km, 70km.
I was beginning to wish I'd taken the time to tape my troublesome knee. I have done these distances many times in training. However my mind was in rest day mode & I was struggling not to 'Snap'.
78km total riding, 52km back from the coast & we made it to our accommodation. Not bad for a rest day. R.I.C.E.R, shower (hot) and food. We have guest status at the Bassendon Church of Christ 7pm service tonight and I think Im talking.
Concerned about knee, will get over myself.
Punctures: me (0), group (1)
Indian-Pacific sightings: (1)
Brain snaps: mild (1), moderate (0), max (0)
10.9.11
Today has started well with last nights W2G by night once again being a great evening out. Ended up running with Rodthehornet and vstaR. For a very social 2hrs 47mins down to the causeway. this bought us in at around 12:30am and allowed plenty of time for socialising under the moon by the gate. To the warmth of Sleep Trains creation.
All up around 15 people this year. With a large number pulling out between 5-7pm through fear of wet weather. In the end though it turned into on of the best nights for running you could ask for. A crisp air sat on Woodford with pristine views to the lights of Sydney provided over the 1st 10-12km.
The spookiest moment coming around 1km before the gate. When I swear I heard a youthful giggling coming from the bushes to my left for about 5seconds or so. This is prior to the single track starting and at a touch before midnight freaked me out a little. Particularly given my recent story's of Naughty Nellie to the Snr Gnomes on their Outdoor Rec hike.
It appears everyone who made the journey had a great time. With smiles all round the fountain of warmth and story's of singing their way down the Oaks in abundance. SWMBO was envious to say the least. though her social spirit was fairly low when I returned just before 3am to an unsettled Evie.
As always I look forward to W2G 2012. Hoping that many more will make it out to enjoy what is one of my favourite runs of each year.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Filling Time
Need to leave in 20 minutes to pick up Sleep Train for this years running of Woodford to Glenbrook by night and The Renovators is just not doing it for me. Im really looking forward to getting out there for this one in 2011. With a definite need to clear the head following a ridiculous week at work, a sick 10 months old and limited sleep.
Woodford to Glenbrook by night is in it's third year and, despite the rain we have had over the past couple of nights, Im hopeful of a reasonable turn out of locals and travellers. The first year was much larger than expected with 30-40 people enjoying the unseasonably warm conditions put on and the crisp nature of the beverages at the gate post run.
Last year hit the same weekend as two other significant, local trail runs. As such numbers were well down, which may well have been fortunate given the late forced change to the course. Thanks to a person having an 'accident with a freight train. Stopping us at Springwood and requiring a quick adjustment to the run with the 5 of us scheduled for the latter train.
Tonight with the rescheduled coastal classic tomorrow, Im expecting 15-20. But then again who knows with these fat ass events. Your guess is as good as mine.
Whilst on the retrospective, tomorrow marks 5 years to the day that I started my ride from Perth to Sydney in 2006. So to provide me with a chance to revisit the journey as much as any thing. I have decided to publish the diary I kept along the way on a daily basis. Hopefully being able to match those days in the saddle with a resurgence in training leading into the early season tris planned ahead.
For now it's out for the Full Moon Club memorial run. Woodford to Glenbrook by night. A first full moon in Spring event. Enjoy.
Now a song for Evie:
Woodford to Glenbrook by night is in it's third year and, despite the rain we have had over the past couple of nights, Im hopeful of a reasonable turn out of locals and travellers. The first year was much larger than expected with 30-40 people enjoying the unseasonably warm conditions put on and the crisp nature of the beverages at the gate post run.
Last year hit the same weekend as two other significant, local trail runs. As such numbers were well down, which may well have been fortunate given the late forced change to the course. Thanks to a person having an 'accident with a freight train. Stopping us at Springwood and requiring a quick adjustment to the run with the 5 of us scheduled for the latter train.
Tonight with the rescheduled coastal classic tomorrow, Im expecting 15-20. But then again who knows with these fat ass events. Your guess is as good as mine.
Whilst on the retrospective, tomorrow marks 5 years to the day that I started my ride from Perth to Sydney in 2006. So to provide me with a chance to revisit the journey as much as any thing. I have decided to publish the diary I kept along the way on a daily basis. Hopefully being able to match those days in the saddle with a resurgence in training leading into the early season tris planned ahead.
For now it's out for the Full Moon Club memorial run. Woodford to Glenbrook by night. A first full moon in Spring event. Enjoy.
Now a song for Evie:
Thursday, September 1, 2011
South Park and Pink Eye
Taking on board Bricks leadership in using personal guilt as the motivator for the maintenance of training, whilst also fuelling the animals desire to categorise me extrovert, the blog of all things leading into IMOZ must be maintained.
The week has been active, though not so much in following with the training principle of specificity, so far. Monday and Tuesday saw the annual pilgrimage of Preliminary PDHPE gnomes from the foot hills of the Mts to the depths of the lowers gullies and spurs. As they tackled the now well trodden path on the Snr gnomes Expedition.
Two days of fun filled, "that's for being a grumbly bugger in year 9", retribution saw the gnomes traipsing along gullies and spurs in a maze influenced pattern. enabling the trip from glenbrook Station to Euroka Clearing to cover a time frame approximating five and a half hours. all in the name of good fun of course.
My deep seeded satisfaction being tossed down a level or two however as we witnessed K#### HS teachers leading the troops into a neighbouring camp site at 8.45pm.Many hours post our arrival. Seems i need to spend some time in the windy southern coastal hub to talk to their teachers about 'enhancing' the hiking experience for future reference.
The second day proving most entertaining thanks in whole to the arrival of what appeared to be the correctional center for misguided youths wilderness program. I believe as the prelabelled individuals took off into the bush hurdling trees to heights only matched by their sunny chants of four letter words directed back at the 'adults' in 'accompanyment. The descriptor of the day was presented by one of the observant gnomes, "he's like a rock wallaby on speed". I was incredibly pleased to have briefed the gnomes on observing such species with out approaching them in their natural environment.
Having overcome the majority of illness that had been holding me back over the weekend, all be it post sleep in Wednesday morning to avoid the thoughts of an AM splash in the woods. Training resumed on the M7 that evening with a very social cycle sth to the edge and back. Joined by Joey, KLWJ and MrG. It was much enjoyed despite the itching eyes. At this point thought to be through lack of appropriate eye wear for evening cycling.
Having unglued the eyes 3 time through the night a lap of the basic hill circuit this morning on some what tired legs. In the presents of Sleep train and Cougar Bait, was achieved in the surprisingly speedy time of 1hr 5mins. Having included some lengthy stretch time at the lookout, influenced primarily through the return of ST with his preference for extended stretching time.
The eyes, along with the months supply of sand paper that was being used to scratch out my eye balls the whole way. apparently not slowing us down that much.
My first case of visually transmitted communicable disease. I must say if it was not for fear of paper cuts to the cornea I would be scratching not typing right now. Here's to a speedy recovery (again) and the weekends up coming LSD episodes.
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