West Sydney Worlds & The Week Beyond

So last Sunday saw the 30th running of the West Sydney Worlds, at the comparatively new location of the Penrith Lakes. I had some fairly clear goals laid out this time round, having spent a number of years pretending the time didn't matter. All the time dragging my finishing the down with each new attempt on the current return to such events over the past five or so years.

The preparation had been adequate. With a lot more swimming than I have done since Uni, which to be fair is now long enough ago to sound a little sad when I reference it as a point of athletic performance. Cycling had been mixed with significant increases in the weekend long ride, but way to few mid week rides to add that bit extra really needed to continue improving here. Whilst running just ticks along really. Some good weeks some poor. All the time with very little change to running seed.

2011 was about clocking some times that in my mind place me back in a competitive grouping. Although not at the pointy end of it, just close enough to feel comfortable mixing my name back in the conversation really. Targets had been set with a desire to go sub 18mins for the swim, sub 50mins for the ride and sub 40mins for the run. Giving a sub 1hr 50min including transitions.

The day was perfect for solid racing with enough cloud cover to prevent temps going crazy hot. But warm enough to make getting into the water quite pleasant. A no wetsuit swim is never on my wish list but what can you do. Decided the best option was to push out past the boat and utilise the second line of lane markers. Providing clean water to swim in rather than battling the whole way for position over the 1st chain. The focus was from the outset on maintaining technique and at time I found myself quite surprisingly swimming round tiring swimmers ahead of me. On standing a glance at the watch provided evidence of my thoughts over the final few metres. A touch too easy with an 18min 12sec swim to the ramp. 12 sec's off the target but still a good 2 mins plus up on the past few years.

Transitions just happen after 20 odd years. However it was with absolute frustration that I reversed from the final meters prior to the mount line to gather the race number I had left lying on the ground at the rack. I believe the verbalisation in screaming "Beginner" at myself may have alerted a few surrounding people to my frustration with myself. The bike was bizarre really. I fluctuated from comfort to feeling like I was turning the bike inside out at times and then back to comfort all ride. Never really settling into a rhythm but never unhappy that I wasn't building power into the bike. In the end a bike computer measured 49mins ##sec ride for a 51min ##sec transition included ride put me parallel to 2010 for bike times. Satisfactory but not overwhelming.

Onto the run and I knew from the outset it would be a better run than 2010. An immediate comfort in my stride at a tempo I knew would build to discomfort over the middle third and yet allow a pickup in pace over the final kms. The feeling of satisfaction as you keep passing the faster rider/swimmer but slower runner egging me on targeting one back after another. Looking for fellow Panther Tri Club members amongst the crowd to set specific targets ahead. The first lap sat right on the verge of my target time, hitting the half way a touch under 4min km pace. However as always the back straight on the lakes for the second lap is my mental hurdle. It was here that splits began to slide a bit with km pace falling above the desired 4min pace and dragging me outside the target time. Despite a strong final 2km it was just short again with a 40min 17 sec run again being some 1min 30sec better than 2010, but again falling short of the target.

Over all. A 1hr 50min 5#sec race time for a near on 3 minute PB on this course. Thankful for the improvement but tainted slightly in the knowledge I had missed the targets across the board by such small margins. On the trip home it was suggested I don't look like Im putting in, and in reflection Im beginning to question if this is in fact the case. At the time I would swear Im pushing hard, but in reflection am I pushing hard enough? Have I learnt after 20+ years to hide from this extra level of hurt that has previously lead to vomiting post race/training session? Who knows, I guess I will find out over the next 6 months to Ironman.

The week following has not been the best in training. I pretended I would move straight back into a week of full training in planning the preseason phase. However fatigue on Monday followed by a ridiculous week at work soon instituted the flexibility clause. A couple of good runs, 1 swim (all be it filled with butterfly) and no rides till tomorrow morning hardly equates to a week to look back on with pride.

Next week however is booked in with the animal, and though he doesn't know it yet Dr Phil. As a week of no missed sessions. Canberra is now 3 weeks off and whilst it is far from a goal race for the current season, I still have redemption on my mind following a dismal performance there last year.

And so as I prepare to move into a week worth reporting, a song for Evie. Enjoy:

Full Steam Ahead

First of the preseason tris this weekend. With the 25th running of the Nepean Triathlon, otherwise known as the West Sydney Worlds. Even with a few disruptions over the past few weeks. Largely due to an extended stay as DP of all things Gnome related, things are going well in the lead up to this.

My initial plan was to train through and race tired. Keeping the big picture in mind. I have however adapted this to ease a little in distance over the last couple of days leading in to actually ensure I make it to the finish rather than fall over half way round. With the training to resume straight on after the race. Pushing through to the major preseason goal of Canberra in a month.

A couple of consistent weekend on the bike and a stringing together of more regular and desirable length swim sessions seems to have me coming into this in quite reasonable condition. Im certain the swim will be some minutes faster than previous years, and after today tempo session on the bike Im sure that the bike leg should improve on last year. These aspects combined with linking in a similar run to last year has me hopeful of a considerable PB over this course. So putting it out there, sub 1hr 50mins. Now to see if it can be put together on the day.

A song for Evie:

Running Wild On The Other Side

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:

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:

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:

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):

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:

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:

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:

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:

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:

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:

Streaky Bay-Wudinna-Kimba-Port Augusta-Port Pirie-Burra

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:

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:

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:

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:

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:

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:

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: