Archive for February 12th, 2012

Pretty much zippo in the way of structured training but I’m on the bike at least an hour every day thanks to the commute. Work is challenging in a hundred great and sometimes mildly frightening ways. I come home physically tired from thinking, talking, meeting, coaching, conversing, coercing, encouraging, exciting, negotiating, listening, flitting, figuring and refiguring. It’s a blast, but I’ll be happy with the Odyssey behind me. I could do with a chance to regroup.

Claire has reached the stage where she misses me if I’m not there in the morning. Fee is at the stage of pregnancy where she’s exhausted by the time I get home. Riding feels selfish. Especially with such beautiful girls at home.


With less than a week to go, what can you do? Short, fast brutalisations. We went down to SKCC and my only intention was to attack hard in the last three laps, go too early and just burn and burn and burn. Blow up. Die. Crack and keep it floored all the way over the edge and into the abyss.

With ten to go I got to the pointy end where a small group looked to be intent on reeling back a solo rider off the front. When I came to the head of the bridging group I felt the impetus fall away, open air at my flank. In the wind alone. Fuck. Fuck it. I decided then and there to die and put two full legs worth of tension onto the chain until I caught the lead rider. I was huffing hard when I made his draft and saw he was too so I pulled through with a pat on his back that I hoped would say ‘Jump on my wheel’ so that we could try to stay away a little longer.

A lap later we were swamped. I motored to stay with the bunch. Big, deep, diaphragm  breaths and Neil beside me in the marshal’s vest telling me to get on the wheel of the guy in Total Rush kit who was moving to the front with five and three to go. And here we go again. Hard, hard, hard. No air and no legs at the front of the bee swarm. Held until one to go and then all the will in the world just to stay on the drops and not sit up.

I rolled through the line, around turn one and pulled into an alley way. Bike to the wall, back to the floor and the backs of my gloves against my eyes, gasping. Rolling just to spit and trying not to spew.

Mission accomplished.

It’s been a wet weekend, with more expected from above. Next weekend looks very likely to suck really hard with mud. Goodbye sub seven hour goal. Hello just-make-it-to-the-finish.

February 2012

On the bike

CrossFit benchmarks

100 Burpees: 11:07 10:32
50 Burpees: 4:24
Angie: 30:47 (60 pull-ups only)
Annie: ---
Cindy: 13 rounds
Dianne: 39:07 (scaled)
Elizabeth: 24:47 (scaled)
Fight Gone Bad (3 rounds): 311
Filthy Fifty: 31:16
Fran: 10:31
Grace (35 kg): 4:25
Hangover Cure: 8 rounds
Helen: 11:10
Jeremy: 13:33
Kelly: 36:09
Linda (scaled): 1:17:04
Michael: 32:30
Murph: 54:17
Nancy: 17:30 (scaled to 35 kg)
Nate: 7 rounds (scaled)
Nicole: 3 rounds, 19 pullups

Row 1k: 3:26.3
Row 2k: 7:15.4
Row 500m: 1:35.7
Run 5k: 24:05 (Feb 17)

Weightlifting PBs

Bench Press: ---
Clean: 70kg
Jerk: 70kg
Press: 52.5kg
Snatch: 47.5kg+
Squat (back): 102.5kg
Squat (front): 85kg (x2)
Deadlift: 130kg
CrossFit Total: 623


3RM OHS: 55kg
3RM Front squat: 82.5kg (x5)
3RM Back squat: 90kg
3RM Deadlift: 130kg
5RM Press: 45kg
5RM Front squat: 82.5kg
5RM Back squat: 90kg
5RM Deadlift: 120
20RM Back squat: 65kg