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Hot. And flat.

116km, 692m, 4:09

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This weekend Brian told me he rode the Emu Bridge Road circuit (the tri course begins and ends at the Senior Cit’s flag pole) in forty-something minutes. He was happy because it was a blistering pace, with a rare tail wind that had him pushing high 40s for whole minutes back into town. ‘You should be able to do it in … 45 flat I reckon.’

45? Let’s see!

First ride back since having a surgery update to my right eye.

 

24.8km / 42:18 / 35.2 km/h

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You can tell it’s Benalla because the freeway overpasses appear as spikes on the elevation profile.

The plan:

Three hours or three digits, available light depending. Set out from Benalla along Kilfeera Rd and see how far you get before having to run for home. If the the light persists, turn around at 1.5 hrs or 50km; whichever comes second.

The reality:

About three hours and 80 km in total – maybe I stopped to take too many photos, but the ride was beautiful. When I did have to turn around (and I only just made it home before nightfall), I would have been happy to pedal on into the foothills for another hour at least. Next time…

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While in town for Fee’s mum’s 60th (happy birthday Una, if you’re reading), I took advantage of a local charity ride. A nice little 90k jaunt out into the foothills on a route I’ve done before. I didn’t know what to expect, but good recovery off the back of the Odyssey and the small-town-non-race status had me feeling just fine about hanging with the guys in local club kit.

The first 40 or so km ticked by awfully slowly. I rolled easy turns up front with a couple of guys from Cobram at 30-32km for the first ten, chatting about whether we’d get wet and then peeling off. The first thing I noticed was that the peel off was weird and awkward. I rolled right and dropped back, while the guy on my left shot up the road a few meters and waved the bunch through on his right. This pattern repeated for a few turns, and each time the bunch slowed to pace of the riders rolling through. At one point we were barely doing 23km/h and then one of the local legend vets shot way up the road. Sick of the snail’s pace, I jumped onto his wheel, sucked for a minute or two and then got out in the wind. When I looked over my shoulder the whole bunch was on. Fine.

The road gained some elevation as we approached the turn-around point. A crest in the road revealed the beginnings of the foothills of the Victorian Alps peeking out over valleys full of resting cloud. The air was mild and heavy and it began to rain. It began to rain hard as we turned 180 degrees and took off down the hill. At car-speed the rain drops were like stinging ball bearings against the skin and I could see fuck all of nothing up the road, hugging the white lines on the corners until an ambulance in full lights came flying around the corner, missing the two guys ahead of me by a nervous margin.

We regrouped back in the valley as a selection of those who were confident enough to bomb the hill in the rain. The tension in the group cycled from tight to slack and back again. Several times a rider in Green Edge kit or the guy on the TT bike would jettison himself up the road and be recaptured. We breached two small climbs that felt much harder than they should have. Each crest denoted a smaller selection of riders to share the down hill that followed, so I took it I wasn’t the only one hurting, and this is how it went.

With maybe 10 or 15 km of flat road to bring us home, another out-of-towner (Lynsky, team kit) and I worked together to try to keep some impetus in the group with varying degrees of success. Green Edge Guy jumped long and hard. Finally, my fellow impostor took the initiative to peel off to the tail of the group and encourage each rider to help get some real turns rolling. I was unsure they’d ever ridden a rotating pace line in their lives, but a few words was all it took. Within the minute we were a smoothly rotating chain, 55km/h on the display. I know because my nose was against it the whole time I was in the wind.

I hoped we’d recapture Green Edge Guy, but he was strong indeed. I gunned hard for what I thought would be the line — the city limit sign — and promptly blew when the bunch held tempo all the way into town. I finished with the group but worked to do so. By the end of it it’d been a great little ride.

One down side: the efforts have re-awakened my right hip flexor issue. It’s tender as hell to touch and I’ll take the opportunity presented by the forthcoming wet week to spend some time off the bike.


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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

1RMs
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

 

3-20RMs
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

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