Been having a few weeks living on a different side of late. With this week being my 5th as relieving Deputy at Gnome central. It has been very interesting to sit in another chair around the School, getting a feel for the larger picture on how things operate. It will certainly change my perspective of how I approach certain aspects back in PE land when I finally get the chance to get back into the less formal attire of the PDHPE teacher.
It reminds me of talking with one of my Uncles a few years ago about his move into management of some of the larger Hotel chains floating around the place. In particular his scheduled times getting into various roles in the Hotel to keep his mind clear on exactly what the various jobs involve. So he can make knowledgable judgments in terms of managing the big picture.
With this concept in mind I was super pleased to have the chance to experience another side of Running Wild on the weekend. Being given the chance to run in one of our events for the first time since we kicked off at Mt Portal last year. We have heard for the past 18 months that the events, though low key, seem to meet the needs of the runners really well. A benefit of trail races being put in by people currently racing trails regularly.
However I think for this to continue to be the case, it is going to be vital for us to continue to take turns running in the events. If for nothing else to pick up the little things that can soon grow into big things when a lazy mind has the chance to take over on organisation.
Over all must say I had a ball on the trails around Wentworth Falls. Im sure I could have been out for a solo training run and still loved every minute of it. Of all the events we put on each year, this course is number 1 on my wish list. For its views and tight single track, the massive cliff faces and the challenging nature of the track under foot. It will be hard pressed for me to find a race I enjoyed better in 2011. A strange thing to say publicly when on the organising committee.
True to form though it was good to see some little things that Im sure will make everyones experience that little bit more enjoyable. Given things don't always go to plan. Not sure on the logistics yet, but one thing I think needs to be explored are sign posted and well advertised evacuation routes. In terms of mass evacuation and or individual evacuation in case of injury. This builds some interesting dilemma's in it self. So to the critical analysis board we go I guess.
In terms of the run itself I was pumped to drag myself around the course in 9th place of the 220ish starters that took on the course. A strength focused brick on Saturday had the legs under strain from the gun and a quackish pace from the start to secure an uninterrupted early pace along the Charles Darwin walk soon had the lungs pumping at a challenging level.
To me the section immediately leading into the drop down to National Pass and the Pass itself make this run. The views of the Kedumba Valley opening out in front then the Falls dropping water down towards you make for truly majestic trail. I was sitting round 11th or so at the start of this descent and was amazed to see John Glen and Tony Williams tackle this descent 3 steps at a time. In a section of track many would have slowed to a walk to ensure life was still present upon reaching the bottom.
The climb up the other side had the quads and lungs extended. However I managed to work my way back from 13th into the top 10 on the stairs into Valley of the Waters and on to the Nature Track as we wound back into The Conservation Hut. The final few kilometres along the Over Cliff-Uner Cliff track then the steady climb up Charles Darwin speed by with my legs feeling great through to the end. 1hr 41mins being just inside 15mins off the winner new course record. Pumped really knowing these are the events I love and hopeful that others are getting the same through their participation.
Bring on the next session, event, what ever. Enjoy.
Then their was a song for Evie, this time bought to you by a great new band whose CD launch I missed due to racing the next day. Best part is I hear 2 of these guys like nothing more than getting out for a touch of trail running themselves. Hope to see them at Running Wild in the near future:
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Goulburn to Picton Revisited
13.10.2006: Goulburn to Picton
Stats: 124.45km, 4hrs 1min 56sec, 30.8km/hr
Weather: Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot
To quote Stuart, "Ground Hog Day" is fast coming to an end. The longer this ride continues, the more my legs work in automatic pilot and the more my body tells me to lie down and go to sleep when ever we stop.
Today was the first day on the ride that I began without a vest and arm warmers. Goulburn had been hyped up as a cold cold place. However today we might as well have been cycling out of Cairn's mid summer.
The majority of the day was spent on the shoulder of the Hume Highway. With trucks and holiday traffic whizzing past continuously and the associated derby creating havoc with ride formation and bicycle tyres. Four more flats in the C-Group certainly hindered progress, allowing the B's to once again beat us into morning tea and lunch.
The heat beating down on the exposed highway also contributing to the difficulty of completing what should be a simple 120k's. With such impact that by lunch all I could stomach were drinks and a water based ice block purchased at a local shop.
It was discussed amongst Perth to Sydney riders that the last three days almost felt like a completely different ride all together. As we are way too familiar with the surrounding environment for this to be part of the same trip that has taken us across Australia.
The final moment for today being best summed up by the fact that in talking to Kel on the phone we were able to say:
"See you tomorrow"
Punctures: Me (1), Group (18)
Brain Snaps: (Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
13.10.2011
What can I say who would seriously plan a 1st Birthday for up to 120 guests in their own home. Managed to run bmmc standard run today amongst all this craziness, missed the ride to protect the longevity of all things relationship.
So a song for the near to be debutant birthday girl:
Stats: 124.45km, 4hrs 1min 56sec, 30.8km/hr
Weather: Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot
To quote Stuart, "Ground Hog Day" is fast coming to an end. The longer this ride continues, the more my legs work in automatic pilot and the more my body tells me to lie down and go to sleep when ever we stop.
Today was the first day on the ride that I began without a vest and arm warmers. Goulburn had been hyped up as a cold cold place. However today we might as well have been cycling out of Cairn's mid summer.
The majority of the day was spent on the shoulder of the Hume Highway. With trucks and holiday traffic whizzing past continuously and the associated derby creating havoc with ride formation and bicycle tyres. Four more flats in the C-Group certainly hindered progress, allowing the B's to once again beat us into morning tea and lunch.
The heat beating down on the exposed highway also contributing to the difficulty of completing what should be a simple 120k's. With such impact that by lunch all I could stomach were drinks and a water based ice block purchased at a local shop.
It was discussed amongst Perth to Sydney riders that the last three days almost felt like a completely different ride all together. As we are way too familiar with the surrounding environment for this to be part of the same trip that has taken us across Australia.
The final moment for today being best summed up by the fact that in talking to Kel on the phone we were able to say:
"See you tomorrow"
Punctures: Me (1), Group (18)
Brain Snaps: (Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
13.10.2011
What can I say who would seriously plan a 1st Birthday for up to 120 guests in their own home. Managed to run bmmc standard run today amongst all this craziness, missed the ride to protect the longevity of all things relationship.
So a song for the near to be debutant birthday girl:
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Yass to Goulburn Revisited
12.10.2006: Yass to Goulburn
Stats: 100.58km, 3hrs 23mins 23secs, 29.6km/hr
Weather: Hot all day, Clear skys, Late breeze largely tail
The all clear record came to a devastating end today. Over 3700km across four States of Australia, numerous highways - byways - and back roads. I awoke this morning to my first flat tyre of the journey. A miserable slow leak care of a slither of glass that had worked its way through, what up till now had been, the impenetrable walls that are my Continental Gatorskins. My quest to last the longest without a puncture snatched from my grasp with the finish line in sight. Not even providing the common curtsy of a break whilst out on the road.
With tube replaced and glass removed, we left Yass around 7.30ish in order to complete our planned 89km ride today before the predicted heat really hit. Ten minutes into the ride and the first stop had already been called to remove layers as the sun's morning rays beat down on to us.
At this point in the ride I also decided it was a good thing that it had not been left up to me to find our way to Goulburn by my own means. As in my state of complete disorientation I think I would have had us bunking down in Cooma for the night.
We quickly departed from the busy roadway that is the Hume Highway, for the rural settings of a Jim Blaxland backroad. Nichollete's son, Anthony, joined us here seeing the inaugural breakaway formation of the C-Team Youthworks edition. Nichollete, Roger, Edna, Allen and Steve C taking him into their undoubtably expert tutelage.
For the following 30km I wished I had joined the Youthworks edition as numerous (I think all but myself at times) of our riders decided it was time just to see how much we could push it. From recollection I'm sure mention was made of a survivor style section with riders being voted off (i.e. dropped out the back) each 5km.
How i stayed on I'm still not too sure of. At one point we were climbing a considerable hill at excess of 40km/hr. Clearly the final push to push me out the back only failed to eventuate as I was carrying the directions and walkie talkie to communicate with our support vehicles.
Having barely caught my breath at morning tea (Gunning) we set off again. This time reconfigured with all C-Team members (less Anthony) fortunately easing the pace to finish the day.
89km soon turned into 100km and with none of us wanting to spend the night on the side of the road at the Canberra turn off, the extra 11km were punched out without a word of complaint. A generous tail wind helping sooth the issue. With the rest of the day free to eat, drink and then eat some more. Much fun was had in Goulburn refuelling some very spent legs.
Punctures: Me (1), group (16)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
12.10.2011
One thing has been consistent over the past few nights. Evie has not slept well meaning neither Kel nor I have slept well. SWMBO of course will quickly point out I do manage to sleep through approximately half the resettles though. Funny how I never learn and keep saying things like, "wasn't it good Evie only woke twice last night" in the morning to a clearly fatigued SWMBO.
After some early negotiations and laying of plans to try and fit the morning swim int the afternoon. It was with external encouragement that I made it to the Woods for a swim at 6.03am. Just three minutes late, but then when the others don't show at all I guess there minutes doesn't mean too much. Having said theta Sleep Train arrived at his pre scheduled 6.37am time slot. Just in time to do a warm up and then join me for the main set. Timing being perfect in that it gave me another person to hold me accountable in the point of the session at which Im most likely to make compromises to the session. In the end all done as per the plan for 3100m. Having started in the first week of a twelve week plan, things are just starting to build on distance and in intensity. Fun.
Another day pushing papers and pretending to be important, dressed up in adults clothing. At least today I remembered man pants don't have velcro fly's and as such require manual manipulation to ensure they are closed on leaving for work. I think if I had got this wrong for the third day in a row I might be up for a sexual harassment case with the lovely lady's in the front office :)
The afternoons session switched out for another session with the physic on the ribs. The good news being that as I sit behind a desk all day at the moment. The recuperation of the ribs has moved much quicker than last week. To the point that should be my last visit to Ollie and a process of rebuilding training to it's full process is now at its starting point. Happy days.
So a happy song for Evie that is most appropriate to her current gross motor training regime:
And while IM at it today I stumbled on this, the first song I heard that had me thinking there is more to the world of music than video hits and the repetitive nature of so many songs I heard on the stations just down the dial from triple j. My recent discovery in the late 80's:
Stats: 100.58km, 3hrs 23mins 23secs, 29.6km/hr
Weather: Hot all day, Clear skys, Late breeze largely tail
The all clear record came to a devastating end today. Over 3700km across four States of Australia, numerous highways - byways - and back roads. I awoke this morning to my first flat tyre of the journey. A miserable slow leak care of a slither of glass that had worked its way through, what up till now had been, the impenetrable walls that are my Continental Gatorskins. My quest to last the longest without a puncture snatched from my grasp with the finish line in sight. Not even providing the common curtsy of a break whilst out on the road.
With tube replaced and glass removed, we left Yass around 7.30ish in order to complete our planned 89km ride today before the predicted heat really hit. Ten minutes into the ride and the first stop had already been called to remove layers as the sun's morning rays beat down on to us.
At this point in the ride I also decided it was a good thing that it had not been left up to me to find our way to Goulburn by my own means. As in my state of complete disorientation I think I would have had us bunking down in Cooma for the night.
We quickly departed from the busy roadway that is the Hume Highway, for the rural settings of a Jim Blaxland backroad. Nichollete's son, Anthony, joined us here seeing the inaugural breakaway formation of the C-Team Youthworks edition. Nichollete, Roger, Edna, Allen and Steve C taking him into their undoubtably expert tutelage.
For the following 30km I wished I had joined the Youthworks edition as numerous (I think all but myself at times) of our riders decided it was time just to see how much we could push it. From recollection I'm sure mention was made of a survivor style section with riders being voted off (i.e. dropped out the back) each 5km.
How i stayed on I'm still not too sure of. At one point we were climbing a considerable hill at excess of 40km/hr. Clearly the final push to push me out the back only failed to eventuate as I was carrying the directions and walkie talkie to communicate with our support vehicles.
Having barely caught my breath at morning tea (Gunning) we set off again. This time reconfigured with all C-Team members (less Anthony) fortunately easing the pace to finish the day.
89km soon turned into 100km and with none of us wanting to spend the night on the side of the road at the Canberra turn off, the extra 11km were punched out without a word of complaint. A generous tail wind helping sooth the issue. With the rest of the day free to eat, drink and then eat some more. Much fun was had in Goulburn refuelling some very spent legs.
Punctures: Me (1), group (16)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
12.10.2011
One thing has been consistent over the past few nights. Evie has not slept well meaning neither Kel nor I have slept well. SWMBO of course will quickly point out I do manage to sleep through approximately half the resettles though. Funny how I never learn and keep saying things like, "wasn't it good Evie only woke twice last night" in the morning to a clearly fatigued SWMBO.
After some early negotiations and laying of plans to try and fit the morning swim int the afternoon. It was with external encouragement that I made it to the Woods for a swim at 6.03am. Just three minutes late, but then when the others don't show at all I guess there minutes doesn't mean too much. Having said theta Sleep Train arrived at his pre scheduled 6.37am time slot. Just in time to do a warm up and then join me for the main set. Timing being perfect in that it gave me another person to hold me accountable in the point of the session at which Im most likely to make compromises to the session. In the end all done as per the plan for 3100m. Having started in the first week of a twelve week plan, things are just starting to build on distance and in intensity. Fun.
Another day pushing papers and pretending to be important, dressed up in adults clothing. At least today I remembered man pants don't have velcro fly's and as such require manual manipulation to ensure they are closed on leaving for work. I think if I had got this wrong for the third day in a row I might be up for a sexual harassment case with the lovely lady's in the front office :)
The afternoons session switched out for another session with the physic on the ribs. The good news being that as I sit behind a desk all day at the moment. The recuperation of the ribs has moved much quicker than last week. To the point that should be my last visit to Ollie and a process of rebuilding training to it's full process is now at its starting point. Happy days.
So a happy song for Evie that is most appropriate to her current gross motor training regime:
And while IM at it today I stumbled on this, the first song I heard that had me thinking there is more to the world of music than video hits and the repetitive nature of so many songs I heard on the stations just down the dial from triple j. My recent discovery in the late 80's:
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Cootamundra to Yass Revisited
11.10.2006: Cootamundra to Yass
Stats: 107.94km, 4hrs 2mins 39secs, 26.6km/hr
Weather: Hot, Clear skys, Almost no wind at all
Things can change extremely quickly. Throughout the ride it has amazed me how quickly the environment changes. Emotions vary on a regular enough basis on this trip to have most of us locked up in mental institutions.
This morning all the talk in the C Group had been about K.O.M points, questioning why would you stop for lunch 13km from our finish at Yass, and the team time trial we would have on this final run into town. By the finish of our days riding individual glory was forgotten, all of us had been grateful for our stop at Bowning, and any concept of a race or speed inspired finish was long forgotten.
We rolled out of Cootamundra at the relatively late time of 8.20am. The current practice of waiting till the B Team had reached the 5km mark before we started seemed to drag on time wise, and as we completed the first 2-3km of the day we soon found out why.
The Western slopes kicked up almost immediately to the delight of the climbers in the team. Then they kicked up again and again then again. By morning tea at Harden everyone of us was well aware of the efforts we had been required to make so far.
These hills bought with them some of the most spectacular views we have seen so far. As we peaked the climbs with rolling fields spread out to each side of the road. The second stretch threw up more of the same. All though some (wishfully I think) suggested the gaps between each climb were further apart.
It was along this stretch that I think the C Team really came together. In an environment in which our ability to operate as a team is heavily challenged, individual glory was put aside and the supportive environment of a team began to grow.
It was with this team mentality that we left lunch, with the aim of getting into Yass in time to grab coffee before our billets meet us at the church we were sleeping at tonight. Three punctures in 2km (No Perth starter so not in stats) frustratingly put a quick death to this concept. It did however enable the larger team, A's-B's-C's to ride into town as a single convoy.
My afternoon was spent catching up with Warren Hodgson, an experience I value in equal measures to the ride as a whole. Dinner by the river with Warren, Jan, Penny, Elliot and Sally left me in high spirits with three rides to home.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
11.10.2011
Having managed a relatively pain free run yesterday afternoon I made it to Sleep Trains this morning to start the standard Tuesday morning lap around the two hills circuit. Strangely enough it was not the ribs, but really tight ham's and straining at the back of my knee that slowed me down. So with concerns on building another injury the run was cut back to the short lap, normally reserved for Sleep Train on mornings he can't keep up with us.
The day flowed fairly smoothly however the double run Tuesday was transformed into a half run morning with short walk arvo Tuesday. Trying to balance the what can I do philosophy with the your doing a job above your comfort zone and the I haven't slept through a night in months phase Evie is instigating.
As such, Im buggered so Im going to sleeping order to try and ensure Im at the Woods for a splash in the AM. So to put me to sleep Evies song today (language at times if you have sensitive ears):
Stats: 107.94km, 4hrs 2mins 39secs, 26.6km/hr
Weather: Hot, Clear skys, Almost no wind at all
Things can change extremely quickly. Throughout the ride it has amazed me how quickly the environment changes. Emotions vary on a regular enough basis on this trip to have most of us locked up in mental institutions.
This morning all the talk in the C Group had been about K.O.M points, questioning why would you stop for lunch 13km from our finish at Yass, and the team time trial we would have on this final run into town. By the finish of our days riding individual glory was forgotten, all of us had been grateful for our stop at Bowning, and any concept of a race or speed inspired finish was long forgotten.
We rolled out of Cootamundra at the relatively late time of 8.20am. The current practice of waiting till the B Team had reached the 5km mark before we started seemed to drag on time wise, and as we completed the first 2-3km of the day we soon found out why.
The Western slopes kicked up almost immediately to the delight of the climbers in the team. Then they kicked up again and again then again. By morning tea at Harden everyone of us was well aware of the efforts we had been required to make so far.
These hills bought with them some of the most spectacular views we have seen so far. As we peaked the climbs with rolling fields spread out to each side of the road. The second stretch threw up more of the same. All though some (wishfully I think) suggested the gaps between each climb were further apart.
It was along this stretch that I think the C Team really came together. In an environment in which our ability to operate as a team is heavily challenged, individual glory was put aside and the supportive environment of a team began to grow.
It was with this team mentality that we left lunch, with the aim of getting into Yass in time to grab coffee before our billets meet us at the church we were sleeping at tonight. Three punctures in 2km (No Perth starter so not in stats) frustratingly put a quick death to this concept. It did however enable the larger team, A's-B's-C's to ride into town as a single convoy.
My afternoon was spent catching up with Warren Hodgson, an experience I value in equal measures to the ride as a whole. Dinner by the river with Warren, Jan, Penny, Elliot and Sally left me in high spirits with three rides to home.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
11.10.2011
Having managed a relatively pain free run yesterday afternoon I made it to Sleep Trains this morning to start the standard Tuesday morning lap around the two hills circuit. Strangely enough it was not the ribs, but really tight ham's and straining at the back of my knee that slowed me down. So with concerns on building another injury the run was cut back to the short lap, normally reserved for Sleep Train on mornings he can't keep up with us.
The day flowed fairly smoothly however the double run Tuesday was transformed into a half run morning with short walk arvo Tuesday. Trying to balance the what can I do philosophy with the your doing a job above your comfort zone and the I haven't slept through a night in months phase Evie is instigating.
As such, Im buggered so Im going to sleeping order to try and ensure Im at the Woods for a splash in the AM. So to put me to sleep Evies song today (language at times if you have sensitive ears):
Monday, October 10, 2011
Hay to Darlington Point to Coolamon to Cootamundra Revisited
8.10.2006: Hay to Darlington Point
Stats: 123.90km, 4hrs 32mins 23ses, 27.2km/hr
Weather: Warm to cool, Very strong cross winds, Clear sky
If today had been in the first couple of days in this trip I would have had serious doubts about my ability to complete the ride from Perth to Sydney. It makes me appreciate how lucky we have been in so far as weather conditions are concerned up till now.
The actual days riding was not too bad. We did find ourselves wrestling a very strong and gusty cross wind for the majority of the day. Severe enough to turn me and my bike into a human kite. Personally however Im feeling particularly strong on the bike at the moment and was able to contribute few extra turns on the front. Occasionally dropping back and dragging the strugglers back to the group.
Following our ride, again through the irrigated fields of the Hay Plains, things begin to slide for me some what. I realised the I had failed to drink anywhere enough water. As my hands had been firmly secured to the same position for the majority of the day. For fear that if I was to reach for my bottles it would be at that point another server gust of wind would sweep me into the bushes next to the road or into a rider next to me.
This, combined with the dust laden rooms that make up the Darlington Point Fishing Club. Rooms that took 40mins per room to vacuum. Followed by another 40mins after Chris knocked a fluro light out of its bracket, exploding as it hit the ground. All contributed to provide a true test of patients and kindness.
Another Chinese meal, three in three nights, and I am ready to sleep and begin again tomorrow.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
9.10.2011: Darlington Point to Coolamon
Stats: 126.33km, 4hrs 36mins 22secs, 27.4km/hr
Weather: Cold morning, Hot day, Minimal winds (but there), Clear sky's
The days seem to be getting more and more difficult to write about as we approach the end of our journey. Im not sure if this is the result of the days being shorter, the speed having increased and not seeing as much, or the fact that as we near the end I am beginning to think more about everyday details like work and how much Im looking forward to seeing Kel again.
The day began, with most f us being keen to move on from the joys of Darlington Pint Fishing Club. We found ourselves without our fearless leader as we (the doctor in actual fact) would later find out his infected pimple was actually an abscess that would require a 1cm wide by 3cm deep incision to remove the infection and gunk. This being on his right butt cheek was having a significant influence on his ability to ride a bike.
A cool, calm and collected team rolled over some slight inclines the 60km to Narandra for morning tea. Many of us wishing that we might have pushed on the previous day so that our evening might have been some what more relaxed and enjoyable.
More rolling uppish bits, at a definitely increased pace, and for the first time in a number of days our second break for the day was also placed in a grassy park. The C-Group spending some added time at the local 'coffee shop' before a mad dash over the final km to Coolamon. Allowing the A and B Groups to arrive before us. Enabling privileges such as first showers and selection of bed spots.
As such we find ourselves bunked down in the toilet/shower block of the football club at which we are staying. I guess the sights don't mean a lot when we are sleeping.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
10.10.2006: Coolamon to Cootamundra
Stats: 99.39km, 3hrs 54mins 05secs, 25.4km/hr
Weather: Warm to hot, Clear skys, Mild head to cross winds
Having awoke in the toilet/changerooms of the Coolamon Football Club after a night in which I slept throughout never really felt like I slept much at all. Group C rode into a day of undulations and climbs through to Cootamundra.
Im not to sure if it is just the fatigue my body is experiencing after four and a half weeks on the road now. But the tough days and hard sections do seem to be coming closer together now. Each time lasting a little longer than the day before.
Headwinds really made us work this morning through to our morning tea stop at Junee Reef. Forcing the group switch from our standard two minute rotations to one minute rotations. With the aim of saving legs from extended periods pushing into a demanding and draining winds.
Junee Reef had clearly been an area of some significance at some period in our short history. Today though the World War One memorial looks strangely out of place. Standing half way up a hill surrounded by nothing more than fields of wheat and a run down farm shed.
The ride into Cootamundra had been described as a bit uppish in our directions the night before. The climbs we faced were in actual fact a series of hills that became the most challenging we have seen so far this trip.
David R, now on to be known as The Machine, showed us all how we are suppose to go up these uppish bits. With the rest us left to fight out for runners up in the K.O.M. A rapid descent soon saw excited riders flying into town by lunch. A significant stop as we are now in towns at which I have previously been (in teen-adult life).
Four more days-sleeps to go.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15) [Plus 1 tyre that decided to leave John G's wheel whilst he was riding it]
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
10.10.2011
Things have been a little quiet on the training front over the weekend. Mainly due to the ribs blowing out after a couple days of gardening. Trying to get the house sorted for the 100+ people that are coming to Evies first birthday (Massive Family). Also contributing has been the unsettled nature of Evie, with her 39.4 degree body temps and teeth punching their way through stubborn gums.
Sunday, instead of build my own training, was spent basking in the achievements of others. With Hawaiian Ironman being streamed live all morning. Accessed either from home or the Kona on Coffee festival 2011 at Cafe Cee. I get pumped watching these performances, especially when you get to see people you know smashing it up at the peak triathlon world wide. Seeing them moving through images that have been burnt into my mind since first watching the event in 1983 on Wide World of Sports.
In particular special mention to the Animal. Who smashed up the bike course in 4:49 on his way to an incredibly determined 9:53. I look forward to the reflections on what has to be a massive day out.
So with renewed determination Monday had me back on track, with week two session one of the Ironman swim program knocked out this morning . Despite doing all I could to miss it with purchasing petrol with out any money. Then after work the moment I have been waiting for, for some time. The chance to get out for a run, enjoying the simple pleasures found in cruising through the tracks and trails of Knapsack Reserve.
All in all the ribs held up well and so tomorrow morning I get the chance to try again at the BMMC standard Tuesday running of the Two Hills Circuit from Sleep Trains. Now just to get through the night on longer than sixty minute sleep intervals. Please Evie.
So to soothe the soul of the sleep depriver a song:
Stats: 123.90km, 4hrs 32mins 23ses, 27.2km/hr
Weather: Warm to cool, Very strong cross winds, Clear sky
If today had been in the first couple of days in this trip I would have had serious doubts about my ability to complete the ride from Perth to Sydney. It makes me appreciate how lucky we have been in so far as weather conditions are concerned up till now.
The actual days riding was not too bad. We did find ourselves wrestling a very strong and gusty cross wind for the majority of the day. Severe enough to turn me and my bike into a human kite. Personally however Im feeling particularly strong on the bike at the moment and was able to contribute few extra turns on the front. Occasionally dropping back and dragging the strugglers back to the group.
Following our ride, again through the irrigated fields of the Hay Plains, things begin to slide for me some what. I realised the I had failed to drink anywhere enough water. As my hands had been firmly secured to the same position for the majority of the day. For fear that if I was to reach for my bottles it would be at that point another server gust of wind would sweep me into the bushes next to the road or into a rider next to me.
This, combined with the dust laden rooms that make up the Darlington Point Fishing Club. Rooms that took 40mins per room to vacuum. Followed by another 40mins after Chris knocked a fluro light out of its bracket, exploding as it hit the ground. All contributed to provide a true test of patients and kindness.
Another Chinese meal, three in three nights, and I am ready to sleep and begin again tomorrow.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
9.10.2011: Darlington Point to Coolamon
Stats: 126.33km, 4hrs 36mins 22secs, 27.4km/hr
Weather: Cold morning, Hot day, Minimal winds (but there), Clear sky's
The days seem to be getting more and more difficult to write about as we approach the end of our journey. Im not sure if this is the result of the days being shorter, the speed having increased and not seeing as much, or the fact that as we near the end I am beginning to think more about everyday details like work and how much Im looking forward to seeing Kel again.
The day began, with most f us being keen to move on from the joys of Darlington Pint Fishing Club. We found ourselves without our fearless leader as we (the doctor in actual fact) would later find out his infected pimple was actually an abscess that would require a 1cm wide by 3cm deep incision to remove the infection and gunk. This being on his right butt cheek was having a significant influence on his ability to ride a bike.
A cool, calm and collected team rolled over some slight inclines the 60km to Narandra for morning tea. Many of us wishing that we might have pushed on the previous day so that our evening might have been some what more relaxed and enjoyable.
More rolling uppish bits, at a definitely increased pace, and for the first time in a number of days our second break for the day was also placed in a grassy park. The C-Group spending some added time at the local 'coffee shop' before a mad dash over the final km to Coolamon. Allowing the A and B Groups to arrive before us. Enabling privileges such as first showers and selection of bed spots.
As such we find ourselves bunked down in the toilet/shower block of the football club at which we are staying. I guess the sights don't mean a lot when we are sleeping.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
10.10.2006: Coolamon to Cootamundra
Stats: 99.39km, 3hrs 54mins 05secs, 25.4km/hr
Weather: Warm to hot, Clear skys, Mild head to cross winds
Having awoke in the toilet/changerooms of the Coolamon Football Club after a night in which I slept throughout never really felt like I slept much at all. Group C rode into a day of undulations and climbs through to Cootamundra.
Im not to sure if it is just the fatigue my body is experiencing after four and a half weeks on the road now. But the tough days and hard sections do seem to be coming closer together now. Each time lasting a little longer than the day before.
Headwinds really made us work this morning through to our morning tea stop at Junee Reef. Forcing the group switch from our standard two minute rotations to one minute rotations. With the aim of saving legs from extended periods pushing into a demanding and draining winds.
Junee Reef had clearly been an area of some significance at some period in our short history. Today though the World War One memorial looks strangely out of place. Standing half way up a hill surrounded by nothing more than fields of wheat and a run down farm shed.
The ride into Cootamundra had been described as a bit uppish in our directions the night before. The climbs we faced were in actual fact a series of hills that became the most challenging we have seen so far this trip.
David R, now on to be known as The Machine, showed us all how we are suppose to go up these uppish bits. With the rest us left to fight out for runners up in the K.O.M. A rapid descent soon saw excited riders flying into town by lunch. A significant stop as we are now in towns at which I have previously been (in teen-adult life).
Four more days-sleeps to go.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (15) [Plus 1 tyre that decided to leave John G's wheel whilst he was riding it]
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
10.10.2011
Things have been a little quiet on the training front over the weekend. Mainly due to the ribs blowing out after a couple days of gardening. Trying to get the house sorted for the 100+ people that are coming to Evies first birthday (Massive Family). Also contributing has been the unsettled nature of Evie, with her 39.4 degree body temps and teeth punching their way through stubborn gums.
Sunday, instead of build my own training, was spent basking in the achievements of others. With Hawaiian Ironman being streamed live all morning. Accessed either from home or the Kona on Coffee festival 2011 at Cafe Cee. I get pumped watching these performances, especially when you get to see people you know smashing it up at the peak triathlon world wide. Seeing them moving through images that have been burnt into my mind since first watching the event in 1983 on Wide World of Sports.
In particular special mention to the Animal. Who smashed up the bike course in 4:49 on his way to an incredibly determined 9:53. I look forward to the reflections on what has to be a massive day out.
So with renewed determination Monday had me back on track, with week two session one of the Ironman swim program knocked out this morning . Despite doing all I could to miss it with purchasing petrol with out any money. Then after work the moment I have been waiting for, for some time. The chance to get out for a run, enjoying the simple pleasures found in cruising through the tracks and trails of Knapsack Reserve.
All in all the ribs held up well and so tomorrow morning I get the chance to try again at the BMMC standard Tuesday running of the Two Hills Circuit from Sleep Trains. Now just to get through the night on longer than sixty minute sleep intervals. Please Evie.
So to soothe the soul of the sleep depriver a song:
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Balranald to Hay Revisited
6.10.2006: Balranald to Hay
Stats: 134.34km, 4hrs 34mins 57secs, 29.3km/hr
Weather: Cold morning, Warm day, Clear sky's, Cross winds
Early in the ride I had the perception that once we had crossed the Nullarbor we would be back into populated suburbs and out of the isolation of dry desert scrub. Out of sparse open country and into regular townships. Now that I actually look at the names of the towns we are staying at, it is obvious that right through to Picton we will be amongst the empty landscapes that occupy the majority of inland Australia.
Today our ride from Balranald to Hay took us through the Hay Plains. An environment matched for its starkness only by the official stretch of the Nullarbor Plain. Kilometre after kilometre of open flat fields. Dry red dirt and scrubby salt bush occupying all land as far as the eye could see.
By the end of the day my legs were screaming for a hill, even a slight rise in the road. Anything to break the endless flat that is the road across this part of the land.
Given this unfamiliar riding, in comparison to cycling around the Blue Mountains. The past two days have seen me find my legs at the tempo of our new group, and as unaccustomed as I am to this long flat riding I find myself excited at the rythme of the group.
Having been banned from contesting sprints at the end of stages. We have introduced the concept of formation and non-formation finishes. Our first non-formation finish rolled out 3km prior to lunch and having found myself caught on the wind side of the group promptly exploded well before the final destination. Lactic acid over powering my quads and remaining as an unwelcome visitor for some time later.
Our second non-formation finish was a much closer encounter with Stephen S out powering me to the 60 sign. Unfortunately it's the 50 sign were after and it all meant nothing in the end.
Hay seems a most welcoming town and I look forward to spending our rest day checking out the streets tomorrow. It's hard to contemplate this being the beginning of the final stretch home on our trip.
I will spend some of tomorrow trying to get a feel for the Town in which Dad first taught, fresh out of teacher college. I don't know what, if anything I will find.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (14)
Brain Explosions: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
6.10.2011
The less said about training today the closest it will come to resembling the physical accomplishments accumulated today. Instead the day was spent on project recover the yard - Day 2.
By days end the yard is looking better than it ever has. This combined with the fact there is an extendable chainsaw stuck in a half cut branch about 8 meters above the cloths line made for an incredibly satisfying day. I can only hope post swim tomorrow that project recover the yard - Day 3 brings what is essentially the worlds longest lawn mowing session, to an end.
So with a happy SWMBO (just as important to maintain, some might say this far out) I have been researching and I think I have found how a Berriman can compete in Kona 2012:
So to get some pump into Evie as she willingly begins her preparations for getting me on a plane next year:
Stats: 134.34km, 4hrs 34mins 57secs, 29.3km/hr
Weather: Cold morning, Warm day, Clear sky's, Cross winds
Early in the ride I had the perception that once we had crossed the Nullarbor we would be back into populated suburbs and out of the isolation of dry desert scrub. Out of sparse open country and into regular townships. Now that I actually look at the names of the towns we are staying at, it is obvious that right through to Picton we will be amongst the empty landscapes that occupy the majority of inland Australia.
Today our ride from Balranald to Hay took us through the Hay Plains. An environment matched for its starkness only by the official stretch of the Nullarbor Plain. Kilometre after kilometre of open flat fields. Dry red dirt and scrubby salt bush occupying all land as far as the eye could see.
By the end of the day my legs were screaming for a hill, even a slight rise in the road. Anything to break the endless flat that is the road across this part of the land.
Given this unfamiliar riding, in comparison to cycling around the Blue Mountains. The past two days have seen me find my legs at the tempo of our new group, and as unaccustomed as I am to this long flat riding I find myself excited at the rythme of the group.
Having been banned from contesting sprints at the end of stages. We have introduced the concept of formation and non-formation finishes. Our first non-formation finish rolled out 3km prior to lunch and having found myself caught on the wind side of the group promptly exploded well before the final destination. Lactic acid over powering my quads and remaining as an unwelcome visitor for some time later.
Our second non-formation finish was a much closer encounter with Stephen S out powering me to the 60 sign. Unfortunately it's the 50 sign were after and it all meant nothing in the end.
Hay seems a most welcoming town and I look forward to spending our rest day checking out the streets tomorrow. It's hard to contemplate this being the beginning of the final stretch home on our trip.
I will spend some of tomorrow trying to get a feel for the Town in which Dad first taught, fresh out of teacher college. I don't know what, if anything I will find.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (14)
Brain Explosions: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
6.10.2011
The less said about training today the closest it will come to resembling the physical accomplishments accumulated today. Instead the day was spent on project recover the yard - Day 2.
By days end the yard is looking better than it ever has. This combined with the fact there is an extendable chainsaw stuck in a half cut branch about 8 meters above the cloths line made for an incredibly satisfying day. I can only hope post swim tomorrow that project recover the yard - Day 3 brings what is essentially the worlds longest lawn mowing session, to an end.
So with a happy SWMBO (just as important to maintain, some might say this far out) I have been researching and I think I have found how a Berriman can compete in Kona 2012:
So to get some pump into Evie as she willingly begins her preparations for getting me on a plane next year:
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Gol Gol to Balranald Revisited
5.10.2006: Gol Gol to Balranald
Stats: 154.98km, 5hrs 26mins 32secs, 28.4km/hr
Weather: Cool morning, Warm day, Cross to head winds AM, Cross to tail winds PM
It was an early start, rolling at around 6.30am this morning, and as we left Gol Gol and the Murray River all were thankful for the cool winds blowing. Prepared to push into the 2 O'Clock winds, just grateful for the lower temperatures after the hot energy sapping temperatures of yesterday.
The C-Team, with two fresh sets of legs in Mark and Peter, were quickly into a great group tempo as we pushed further into a welcoming New South Wales. So much so that as we called a holt to proceedings at the designated morning tea stop. Not only had we caught and passed the A-Team and the B-Team, we had arrived before the foodies.
Cooling winds continued after morning tea and not to far into our session we hit Eusten, took a 90 degree turn and quickly accelerated to speeds around 40km/hr as the wind drove in behind us. Unfortunately our assisting winds were also driving the B-Team and with them in sight and all but caught they turned into the lunch stop before us. A massive blow to many egos (mine included) of the C-Team.
The day finished, having surged confidently past the A and B Teams early, around 2.45pm. A very long wait revealing the Pinarello (with George on top) had finally rejected the abomination of a 'lady's' seat. Exploding underneath him, taking bum breaks to a whole new level.
Balranald proved to be a most welcoming town. The banks of the Murrumbidgy enabling relaxing walks to ease now aching legs, and adequate cappuccino's settling stomachs.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (14) [Chris 4]
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
Note: 1 destroyed wheel, 1 exploding seat, numerous broken spokes, 2 sliding seat poles
5.10.2011
Hawaii is only a few days off and Im excited even though Im not (and prob never will) racing. Im pumped that one of my mates has qualified and Im getting to pretend it's me experiencing the 1983 memories I had firmly entrenched in my mind as to what it would be like to get to start the day treading water by the pier right through to those final few km into the finishing shoot.
It is doing wonders for my own getting out and putting in some form of consistent training. This morning it was splash in the woods. Feeling better in the ribs than Monday, but still tender enough to maintain the same adjustments of 4 stroke breathing, pull bouy use to limit torso rotation, and focusing on stroke count for the now.
The afternoon session however met a preliminary end as I turned over Lennox Bridge to start the hill repeats I promptly ran int a newly erected 8-9 foot construction fence. Indicating the beginnings of work to finally correct the rock slide issue that 'closed' the road almost two years ago. Whilst it is good the issue will finally be corrected, it is going to be a shame to loose what has become a brilliant cycle access road to the lower mts.
If I had some form of a back bone working this afternoon I probably would have figured out a solution like heading to Sun Valley. Unfortunately my constitution seemed to have taken a holiday and I headed home to relax instead. Seems I have already forgotten the concept of thinking to the line of 'what can I do?'
Outside of training a great day at Blaxland Riverside Park. What a sensational facility that has been created in public space. A concept I think Penrith Lakes should consider in terms of providing a public facility that promotes active life styles for families. In the mean time its the perfect location to link up with public transport for a Gnomes expedition. Another project to pass on to another following holiday reprieve.
Now for Evie a song today:
Stats: 154.98km, 5hrs 26mins 32secs, 28.4km/hr
Weather: Cool morning, Warm day, Cross to head winds AM, Cross to tail winds PM
It was an early start, rolling at around 6.30am this morning, and as we left Gol Gol and the Murray River all were thankful for the cool winds blowing. Prepared to push into the 2 O'Clock winds, just grateful for the lower temperatures after the hot energy sapping temperatures of yesterday.
The C-Team, with two fresh sets of legs in Mark and Peter, were quickly into a great group tempo as we pushed further into a welcoming New South Wales. So much so that as we called a holt to proceedings at the designated morning tea stop. Not only had we caught and passed the A-Team and the B-Team, we had arrived before the foodies.
Cooling winds continued after morning tea and not to far into our session we hit Eusten, took a 90 degree turn and quickly accelerated to speeds around 40km/hr as the wind drove in behind us. Unfortunately our assisting winds were also driving the B-Team and with them in sight and all but caught they turned into the lunch stop before us. A massive blow to many egos (mine included) of the C-Team.
The day finished, having surged confidently past the A and B Teams early, around 2.45pm. A very long wait revealing the Pinarello (with George on top) had finally rejected the abomination of a 'lady's' seat. Exploding underneath him, taking bum breaks to a whole new level.
Balranald proved to be a most welcoming town. The banks of the Murrumbidgy enabling relaxing walks to ease now aching legs, and adequate cappuccino's settling stomachs.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (14) [Chris 4]
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
Note: 1 destroyed wheel, 1 exploding seat, numerous broken spokes, 2 sliding seat poles
5.10.2011
Hawaii is only a few days off and Im excited even though Im not (and prob never will) racing. Im pumped that one of my mates has qualified and Im getting to pretend it's me experiencing the 1983 memories I had firmly entrenched in my mind as to what it would be like to get to start the day treading water by the pier right through to those final few km into the finishing shoot.
It is doing wonders for my own getting out and putting in some form of consistent training. This morning it was splash in the woods. Feeling better in the ribs than Monday, but still tender enough to maintain the same adjustments of 4 stroke breathing, pull bouy use to limit torso rotation, and focusing on stroke count for the now.
The afternoon session however met a preliminary end as I turned over Lennox Bridge to start the hill repeats I promptly ran int a newly erected 8-9 foot construction fence. Indicating the beginnings of work to finally correct the rock slide issue that 'closed' the road almost two years ago. Whilst it is good the issue will finally be corrected, it is going to be a shame to loose what has become a brilliant cycle access road to the lower mts.
If I had some form of a back bone working this afternoon I probably would have figured out a solution like heading to Sun Valley. Unfortunately my constitution seemed to have taken a holiday and I headed home to relax instead. Seems I have already forgotten the concept of thinking to the line of 'what can I do?'
Outside of training a great day at Blaxland Riverside Park. What a sensational facility that has been created in public space. A concept I think Penrith Lakes should consider in terms of providing a public facility that promotes active life styles for families. In the mean time its the perfect location to link up with public transport for a Gnomes expedition. Another project to pass on to another following holiday reprieve.
Now for Evie a song today:
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Paringa to Gol Gol Revisited
4.10.2006: Paringa to Gol Gol
Stats: 142.84km, 5hrs 24mins 39secs, 26.3km/hr
Weather: Started hot and got hotter, Cross winds
Two things can very clearly sum up todays cycling experience. Hot and windy.
On a day that saw us finish our West to East crossing of South Australia, enter and leave Victoria, pass the 3000km mark on our journey, and return to our home state of New South Wales. The primary topic of conversation at the end of the day revolved around the heat and the wind.
The on road temperature was measured at 42 degrees around lunch time today. With the open plains providing little protection from the beating sun. The roads seeming to magnify the heat as it bounced back up at us from the road surface.
An abundance of mechanical faults also dragged out our day. With a broken wheel, misfiring derailer,and numerous tyre and tube problems turning our five and a half hour riding time into a ten hour day. We feel it no coincidence that these delays and set backs occurred all during our brief time in Victoria.
No doubts we will see more days like today as we cross the expanses of the Hay Plains. Less than 1000km to home, ten more sleeps.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (12)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
4.10.2011
Im determined to concentrate on what I can do each day rather than what I can't do. Nothing annoys me more than the letter from home telling me a gnome can't doPE because they are sick/injured. My standard reply revolves around the statement, OK your sick/injured and will need to take it easy, what can you do?
It's often meet with distain as the gnome with the letter envisages sitting under a tree doing nothing. But the reality of injuries often are that we need to think of were we sit on a continuum. With complete participation on one end and zero participation at the other. With adaptions we can ore often than not do better than 'nothing'.
Today was planned as a double run Tuesday. However running is currently on the banned list of activities. As such, following the what can I do philosophy, it was out onto the bike instead this morning for 45km around the lower Mts. Then a trip to the physic this afternoon and a 40minute walk with Evie this evening. Much better than 'I can't do it Im injured'.
It's getting frustrating though I have to admit. The fact that this injury has coincided with the scheduled date to kick start the preseason macrocycle. I have set down just a hand full of objectives for this next few weeks:
1. Model the swim program that Im going to use in the final 12 week Ironman preparation cycle.
2. Build strength and muscular endurance on the bike.
3. Maintain basic half marathon run preparation
As such Im confident the first two will largely be manageable at this point. Given some minor adaptions to the swimming. However the running part is going to have to sit to the side initially. Potentially opening the door to focusing on the second objective a touch more than originally planned.
I guess if I could chose one area to have to sit back a bit on it would be the run. But even still it is already driving me mad not being able to amble round the standard runs that have been the only consistent aspect to my training over the past 5 years or so.
Can it be changed? I guess not, so on with it for now in its adapted format. So a song for Evie:
Stats: 142.84km, 5hrs 24mins 39secs, 26.3km/hr
Weather: Started hot and got hotter, Cross winds
Two things can very clearly sum up todays cycling experience. Hot and windy.
On a day that saw us finish our West to East crossing of South Australia, enter and leave Victoria, pass the 3000km mark on our journey, and return to our home state of New South Wales. The primary topic of conversation at the end of the day revolved around the heat and the wind.
The on road temperature was measured at 42 degrees around lunch time today. With the open plains providing little protection from the beating sun. The roads seeming to magnify the heat as it bounced back up at us from the road surface.
An abundance of mechanical faults also dragged out our day. With a broken wheel, misfiring derailer,and numerous tyre and tube problems turning our five and a half hour riding time into a ten hour day. We feel it no coincidence that these delays and set backs occurred all during our brief time in Victoria.
No doubts we will see more days like today as we cross the expanses of the Hay Plains. Less than 1000km to home, ten more sleeps.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (12)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
4.10.2011
Im determined to concentrate on what I can do each day rather than what I can't do. Nothing annoys me more than the letter from home telling me a gnome can't doPE because they are sick/injured. My standard reply revolves around the statement, OK your sick/injured and will need to take it easy, what can you do?
It's often meet with distain as the gnome with the letter envisages sitting under a tree doing nothing. But the reality of injuries often are that we need to think of were we sit on a continuum. With complete participation on one end and zero participation at the other. With adaptions we can ore often than not do better than 'nothing'.
Today was planned as a double run Tuesday. However running is currently on the banned list of activities. As such, following the what can I do philosophy, it was out onto the bike instead this morning for 45km around the lower Mts. Then a trip to the physic this afternoon and a 40minute walk with Evie this evening. Much better than 'I can't do it Im injured'.
It's getting frustrating though I have to admit. The fact that this injury has coincided with the scheduled date to kick start the preseason macrocycle. I have set down just a hand full of objectives for this next few weeks:
1. Model the swim program that Im going to use in the final 12 week Ironman preparation cycle.
2. Build strength and muscular endurance on the bike.
3. Maintain basic half marathon run preparation
As such Im confident the first two will largely be manageable at this point. Given some minor adaptions to the swimming. However the running part is going to have to sit to the side initially. Potentially opening the door to focusing on the second objective a touch more than originally planned.
I guess if I could chose one area to have to sit back a bit on it would be the run. But even still it is already driving me mad not being able to amble round the standard runs that have been the only consistent aspect to my training over the past 5 years or so.
Can it be changed? I guess not, so on with it for now in its adapted format. So a song for Evie:
Monday, October 3, 2011
Waikerie to Paringa Revisited
3.10.2006: Waikerie to Paringa
Stats: 84.29km, 3hrs 0mins 57secs, 27.9km/hr
Weather: Cold morning, 30+ degrees day, Mild head to cross winds
We continued our journey through the river lands of South Australia today, under pristine blue sky's on largely well sealed and maintained roads. Following the Murray River from Waikerie to a small off shoot of Renmark called Paringa.
Today it was wisely decided that to aid the integration of our two groups, we should split the Perth crew some what amongst the other two groups. With a couple of the Adelaide riders to join the remainder of the Perth starters.
Some how I found myself mixing it with the strongest selection of cyclists. Three good days seemingly erasing the memories of earlier knee restricted cycling speeds. It didn't take long for us to be pushing into head winds at 30-32km/hr. A significant increase from the average speeds previously. Funny how you get set in patterns and small changes take time to adapt to.
We rapidly made our way through the citrus fields outside of Waikerie. To find the orange trees thinning and that often considered preferable fruit, the grape, growing in its place. Banrock Station came and went and I enjoyed sharing my limited knowledge of wineries, in particular Banrock Stations environmental links, with anyone who might want to listen.
Before we knew it morning tea was being enjoyed. Once again on the grassy shores of the Murray River, this time in Barmera. A slight miss adventure took us through the back streets of the local wineries and on we rode pushing through to Paringa. Trying as a group to complete the remaining 35km under the hour.
Bypassing Berri, the fruit juice capital of the World, we rode quickly through Renmark. Over the Murray on the historic Paringa Bridge. A quick lunch and shower, and the afternoon was spent relaxing by the river in Renmark.
A short day, with close to favourable conditions wind wise. A most welcome treat for many fatigued sets of legs. The blast of energy required to ride up tempo with this very capable group of cyclists was enjoying but testing in its increased intensity. I am not sure of my knees abilities continuing at the increased effort, I guess the next few days will clearly let me know.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (10)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
3.10.2011
Today marks the start of my next planned phase of training leading up to Ironman 2012. I have quite enjoyed the past couple of months, essentially training as I feel like from day to day. generally there have been the regular sessions of the bmmc Tue & Thur run. Semi regular swimming and a start to buildng some longer rides here and there.
Now it's time to hit some form of regularity to the training. Without pushing the massive miles and or intensity that will come in the new year. Up till now I have smiled politely at the Animal as he expressed his concerns over the lack of cycling I have been doing. So I can now provide him with the reassurance he seeks as Cycling becomes a primary focus from now till Christmas. Specifically building strength on the bike or more accurately Muscular Endurance.
This and a trial run through the 12 week swim program Im planning on using for the final preparation phase coming up to Port fill the uncompromisable sessions each week up to the Canberra 70.3. In terms of running the plan is maintenance. Knowing full well I can drag the run out in the last phase without too much worry.
I'm happy with the timing of this phase starting, as the Animal is now in Hawaii setting himself with four other PTC members for the ultimate in Ironman racing 'Kona'. This has given me that extra kick in the butt needed to get things going. Even this morning I saw the following clip on Barb's blog. Having now watched it 3 times I have to lift it to here to share:
Gets me pumped looking at it. Enough to help me ignore the discomfort my ribs are provided still, courtesy of my ridiculous lift of the canoe last Wed. Still I punched through the week one session one in the pool this morning with a few minor adaptions. Breathing right side only (4 stroke) to avoid stretching and contracting right side, slight reduction on pull intensity and using a pull bouy to reduce abdominal contraction. It still created significant discomfort however and Im hoping Ollie has some more tips tomorrow at the next physic session.
This afternoon is scheduled tone a run, however this was definitely on the banned list. As such Im going tout in some extra riding. Most likely on the trainer today to test the ribs were steering has no influence on staying on the bike.
Edit: Afternoon edition
Great session on the home trainer mid day today. An old favourite from Uni days well back in time now, with the Gong but a distant memory. Simple concept bringing the true essence of Fartlek training to the bike. That being an unstructured-random variation of intensity often influenced by external factors.
Working to perceived effort (though heart rate zone could easily be used if wanted) the session is dictated by music. In general select a gear that is suitable for a warm up in small drive ring and slowly build cadence for four songs. The main set can be varied based on time available, today I had 50mins available. Simply put its just a matter of working one gear harder on back cluster for a song, alternating with one song on big drive ring trying to maintain the same cadence. This is continued for the time available. Then a four song warm dan back in the original gearing.
It seems to work similar timing to the bread and butter track session we use to do at Bulli of six three minute efforts.If the concept is good enough for a two time commonwealth games marathon gold medalist the principals are good enough for me. Now Im ready to nap :) Happy that day one is done.
Given Genevieve is coming up to her first birthday Im hoping to have the time to collect all her songs to date on a CD for her. For now though Evies song for today:
Stats: 84.29km, 3hrs 0mins 57secs, 27.9km/hr
Weather: Cold morning, 30+ degrees day, Mild head to cross winds
We continued our journey through the river lands of South Australia today, under pristine blue sky's on largely well sealed and maintained roads. Following the Murray River from Waikerie to a small off shoot of Renmark called Paringa.
Today it was wisely decided that to aid the integration of our two groups, we should split the Perth crew some what amongst the other two groups. With a couple of the Adelaide riders to join the remainder of the Perth starters.
Some how I found myself mixing it with the strongest selection of cyclists. Three good days seemingly erasing the memories of earlier knee restricted cycling speeds. It didn't take long for us to be pushing into head winds at 30-32km/hr. A significant increase from the average speeds previously. Funny how you get set in patterns and small changes take time to adapt to.
We rapidly made our way through the citrus fields outside of Waikerie. To find the orange trees thinning and that often considered preferable fruit, the grape, growing in its place. Banrock Station came and went and I enjoyed sharing my limited knowledge of wineries, in particular Banrock Stations environmental links, with anyone who might want to listen.
Before we knew it morning tea was being enjoyed. Once again on the grassy shores of the Murray River, this time in Barmera. A slight miss adventure took us through the back streets of the local wineries and on we rode pushing through to Paringa. Trying as a group to complete the remaining 35km under the hour.
Bypassing Berri, the fruit juice capital of the World, we rode quickly through Renmark. Over the Murray on the historic Paringa Bridge. A quick lunch and shower, and the afternoon was spent relaxing by the river in Renmark.
A short day, with close to favourable conditions wind wise. A most welcome treat for many fatigued sets of legs. The blast of energy required to ride up tempo with this very capable group of cyclists was enjoying but testing in its increased intensity. I am not sure of my knees abilities continuing at the increased effort, I guess the next few days will clearly let me know.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (10)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
3.10.2011
Today marks the start of my next planned phase of training leading up to Ironman 2012. I have quite enjoyed the past couple of months, essentially training as I feel like from day to day. generally there have been the regular sessions of the bmmc Tue & Thur run. Semi regular swimming and a start to buildng some longer rides here and there.
Now it's time to hit some form of regularity to the training. Without pushing the massive miles and or intensity that will come in the new year. Up till now I have smiled politely at the Animal as he expressed his concerns over the lack of cycling I have been doing. So I can now provide him with the reassurance he seeks as Cycling becomes a primary focus from now till Christmas. Specifically building strength on the bike or more accurately Muscular Endurance.
This and a trial run through the 12 week swim program Im planning on using for the final preparation phase coming up to Port fill the uncompromisable sessions each week up to the Canberra 70.3. In terms of running the plan is maintenance. Knowing full well I can drag the run out in the last phase without too much worry.
I'm happy with the timing of this phase starting, as the Animal is now in Hawaii setting himself with four other PTC members for the ultimate in Ironman racing 'Kona'. This has given me that extra kick in the butt needed to get things going. Even this morning I saw the following clip on Barb's blog. Having now watched it 3 times I have to lift it to here to share:
Gets me pumped looking at it. Enough to help me ignore the discomfort my ribs are provided still, courtesy of my ridiculous lift of the canoe last Wed. Still I punched through the week one session one in the pool this morning with a few minor adaptions. Breathing right side only (4 stroke) to avoid stretching and contracting right side, slight reduction on pull intensity and using a pull bouy to reduce abdominal contraction. It still created significant discomfort however and Im hoping Ollie has some more tips tomorrow at the next physic session.
This afternoon is scheduled tone a run, however this was definitely on the banned list. As such Im going tout in some extra riding. Most likely on the trainer today to test the ribs were steering has no influence on staying on the bike.
Edit: Afternoon edition
Great session on the home trainer mid day today. An old favourite from Uni days well back in time now, with the Gong but a distant memory. Simple concept bringing the true essence of Fartlek training to the bike. That being an unstructured-random variation of intensity often influenced by external factors.
Working to perceived effort (though heart rate zone could easily be used if wanted) the session is dictated by music. In general select a gear that is suitable for a warm up in small drive ring and slowly build cadence for four songs. The main set can be varied based on time available, today I had 50mins available. Simply put its just a matter of working one gear harder on back cluster for a song, alternating with one song on big drive ring trying to maintain the same cadence. This is continued for the time available. Then a four song warm dan back in the original gearing.
It seems to work similar timing to the bread and butter track session we use to do at Bulli of six three minute efforts.If the concept is good enough for a two time commonwealth games marathon gold medalist the principals are good enough for me. Now Im ready to nap :) Happy that day one is done.
Given Genevieve is coming up to her first birthday Im hoping to have the time to collect all her songs to date on a CD for her. For now though Evies song for today:
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Burra ro Waikerie Revisited
2.10.2006: Burra to Waikerie
Stats: 124.91km, 5hrs 0mins 20secs, 24.9km/hr
Weather: Cold Morning, Hot Day, Mild Winds, Clear Sky
Today our now tightly bonded group of 16 riders, that have worked together for a period of three weeks, was joined by 15 new, fresh faces. Riders who had spent the previous day riding up from Adelaide to Burra.
For us, the previous day had been a most relaxing time. Spent strolling the historic mining towns streets and consuming copious amounts of coffee. For our new friends it had been a torrid day. Battling fierce head winds and hills to complete the 168km journey to join us.
For today the structured Perth group remained together and rode out of town with one group ahead of us and one group behind. As we climbed the gentle slopes that take us away from Burra it soon becomes obvious this would be one of the coldest mornings we would experience in our ride so far.
The green grassy slopes surrounding Burra soon disappeared and much of the morning was spent cycling through a desolate backdrop of saltbush and red dusty ground.
Around lunchtime this arid landscape ended as abruptly as it had appeared. A quick descent into Morgan and we found ourselves on the grassy banks of the Murray river. A great place to break for lunch.
This period immediately prior to lunch gave us our first insight into the changes we would need to apply to our daily routine. With increased numbers and greater variety in cycling ability we spent one to two hours in front of our A-Group of riders. Taking turns in front to aid their journey through to lunch. OUr focus will need to be extended beyond our small group in order for the larger contingent to succeed in its goal of, all cyclists making it to Sydney (and enjoying the experience).
The afternoon, partly thanks to fresh legs from the easier pace into lunch, was spent with a stung pace through winding roads. Following a trail of citrus orchards and the Murray River.
Spirits are high as we rolled into Waikerie. Another beautiful Murray town, a day well enjoyed.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (10)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
Note: Stats above for punctures will only reflect those cycling from Perth to Sydney whilst Brain Snaps remain a tally for myself.
2.10.2011
It has been an interesting few days since I returned from the Canoe trip last week. My rib cartilage injury continues to slow me down and as of yet I have not attempted any training sessions. Generally the ribs are ok, however it doesn't take a lot of twist or lift to send a wave of pain into my right side. As Evie sleeps this afternoon for her nap I think an hour on the home trainer may be the best option at this point in time.
Yesterday was spent absorbing others sporting involvement. In the morning I had Evie with me as we watched SWMBO and Sal complete the Lap the Lake 10k, whilst W.E.S ran the half marathon. Plenty of other familiar faces running through the various distances on offer as well. In what looks like a great event to do in future years. Not allowing prams however will put a hold on co-participation until either Evie is up to a 5k run or they change what I think is a miss placed rule for their event.
The afternoon was spent with the Animal as he prepared for his flight out to Kona for what remains in my mind one of three ultimate triathlons to participate in before I give up endurance events, the Hawaiian Ironman. Along with the Nice Long Course Triathlon and Iron Distance Roth, these three events have sat in my mind since I sat for weeks on end as a teenager hopping this weeks Wide World of Sports would include the coverage of one of these events.
It is, I believe, a fair assumption to say the Animal looks pumped for his first attempt in Kona. I wish him all the best as he heads for that final km along the finishing shoot. As I mentioned to him over coffee yesterday, swimming by the pier - the village based bike turn - and running into the finishing shoot sit in my mind as experiences I hope I get to absorb at some point in time.
For now though it is about finding a path to manage some training through the recovery of my ribs. I believe it is six weeks to Nepean then about four more weeks to the Canberra Half. My pre season objectives for the coming season. Time to enjoy.
So my song for Evie today:
Stats: 124.91km, 5hrs 0mins 20secs, 24.9km/hr
Weather: Cold Morning, Hot Day, Mild Winds, Clear Sky
Today our now tightly bonded group of 16 riders, that have worked together for a period of three weeks, was joined by 15 new, fresh faces. Riders who had spent the previous day riding up from Adelaide to Burra.
For us, the previous day had been a most relaxing time. Spent strolling the historic mining towns streets and consuming copious amounts of coffee. For our new friends it had been a torrid day. Battling fierce head winds and hills to complete the 168km journey to join us.
For today the structured Perth group remained together and rode out of town with one group ahead of us and one group behind. As we climbed the gentle slopes that take us away from Burra it soon becomes obvious this would be one of the coldest mornings we would experience in our ride so far.
The green grassy slopes surrounding Burra soon disappeared and much of the morning was spent cycling through a desolate backdrop of saltbush and red dusty ground.
Around lunchtime this arid landscape ended as abruptly as it had appeared. A quick descent into Morgan and we found ourselves on the grassy banks of the Murray river. A great place to break for lunch.
This period immediately prior to lunch gave us our first insight into the changes we would need to apply to our daily routine. With increased numbers and greater variety in cycling ability we spent one to two hours in front of our A-Group of riders. Taking turns in front to aid their journey through to lunch. OUr focus will need to be extended beyond our small group in order for the larger contingent to succeed in its goal of, all cyclists making it to Sydney (and enjoying the experience).
The afternoon, partly thanks to fresh legs from the easier pace into lunch, was spent with a stung pace through winding roads. Following a trail of citrus orchards and the Murray River.
Spirits are high as we rolled into Waikerie. Another beautiful Murray town, a day well enjoyed.
Punctures: Me (0), Group (10)
Brain Snaps: Mild (2), Moderate (1), Max (0)
Note: Stats above for punctures will only reflect those cycling from Perth to Sydney whilst Brain Snaps remain a tally for myself.
2.10.2011
It has been an interesting few days since I returned from the Canoe trip last week. My rib cartilage injury continues to slow me down and as of yet I have not attempted any training sessions. Generally the ribs are ok, however it doesn't take a lot of twist or lift to send a wave of pain into my right side. As Evie sleeps this afternoon for her nap I think an hour on the home trainer may be the best option at this point in time.
Yesterday was spent absorbing others sporting involvement. In the morning I had Evie with me as we watched SWMBO and Sal complete the Lap the Lake 10k, whilst W.E.S ran the half marathon. Plenty of other familiar faces running through the various distances on offer as well. In what looks like a great event to do in future years. Not allowing prams however will put a hold on co-participation until either Evie is up to a 5k run or they change what I think is a miss placed rule for their event.
The afternoon was spent with the Animal as he prepared for his flight out to Kona for what remains in my mind one of three ultimate triathlons to participate in before I give up endurance events, the Hawaiian Ironman. Along with the Nice Long Course Triathlon and Iron Distance Roth, these three events have sat in my mind since I sat for weeks on end as a teenager hopping this weeks Wide World of Sports would include the coverage of one of these events.
It is, I believe, a fair assumption to say the Animal looks pumped for his first attempt in Kona. I wish him all the best as he heads for that final km along the finishing shoot. As I mentioned to him over coffee yesterday, swimming by the pier - the village based bike turn - and running into the finishing shoot sit in my mind as experiences I hope I get to absorb at some point in time.
For now though it is about finding a path to manage some training through the recovery of my ribs. I believe it is six weeks to Nepean then about four more weeks to the Canberra Half. My pre season objectives for the coming season. Time to enjoy.
So my song for Evie today:
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