Capital Punishment

Canberra really is an amazing place to live, even if you're not a cyclist, the place was absolutely pumping Friday night as I rolled into Crowne Plaza to sign on, there were just thousands of people out enjoying an unseasonally balmy March evening in our Nation's capital, eating out, cycling, playing soccer, watching an NRL match. Then there are the trails, now there might be some better trails at Buller or Melrose, but for sheer variety and availability of heaps of trails in a concentrated area you just cant go past this place. I really want to live there!


The cyclists are different too, perhaps it is the fresh country air, but the locals seem to ride effortlessly taking in the magnificent vistas while shredding some wicked single trail leaving you struggling just to hold their wheel.


This really was a fun race, forget the result, it took most of the race for my legs to switch on, and to be honest I was pleasantly surprised by my time when the results were finally posted online. The mix of trails and road sections, the chatty field of riders, the friendly marshalls, and the many other fun seekers we passed along the way all out enjoying Canberra's plentiful recreation areas made this a truly great race, not to mention a seriously hot field despite a number of the regulars away at Shepparton and The Terra.


The untimed section was a hoot and I want to say to anyone running a 100k enduro, this is an absolute must have. Being able to switch off for 30 or so minutes to refuel, relax, stretch, lube the bike take a nature stop or whatever was just heaven. Not only that I had the pleasure of cruising through the streets of the centre of the city with 20 or so riders, we chatted and joked like we were riding to school, it was so much fun it was almost a shame to start racing again, but of course that's what we came for and as soon as we crossed into Black Mountain it was on again, each rider pushing the other to their limits.


The start of the race was furious as always and it wasnt long before we were funnelled into the first section of single track. If it is one thing I hate, it is riders trying to jump the queue who arrive after me and try and pass at the bottleneck. Thankfully I was able to trackstand it, elbow a few pusher-innerers out of the way and hold my position. While I am whinging, there was another bloke who had it in for me all day, cutting me off as we entered more single track, leading me the wrong way, cutting me off at a food stop and then crossing a road near Stromlo right in front of a car, oh yeah then heading up Cotter Road he veers left BEHIND a car waiting at a t-intersection, dude follow the road rules!! Well it was kinda funny and he didnt seem to mind pulling a turn, in fact every time I passed him to take a turn he'd attack me again...whatha! OK glad I got that off my chest.


For trails, Majura was the pick for me, tight and twisting, a little soft and tree roots galore, I remember one sharp right hander, my back wheel caught a root and swung right round, thankfully my front tired didnt wash and I stayed clipped in and powered out of the corner to the praise of the rider on my wheel, well sometimes it just comes together :) and it's amazing how a compliment from a fellow rider can spur you on. Kowen was really good too, you guys doing the Mont are in for a treat and of course Stromlo is just awesome. There were a couple of brutal hills before Majura, the road sections were cool, on the Kings Highway we had a freight train of about 10 riders all swapping off and we hit over 50kph. Even the grass paddocks around the airport were OK, but it was at that point I was thinking a dualie would have been nice to smooth out the bumps.


As I said the legs seemed to be a little slow for the most of the race and it wasnt until Stromlo where I really hit my straps and clawed back a couple of places. I had the iPod pumping by this stage and powered up the climb and skated down Skyline with a pretty clear run. I was calling track well in advance and there were a number of 50km riders who pulled over to give me a clear run, much appreciated guys, thankyou. I knew from the signs we'd only covered 90km, so it was no surprise when at the bottom of Luge, I was directed out to Slant Six and Double Dissolution. By this stage I was completely on my own and finishing as hard as I have ever finished any race to try and regain some position suffering just one little hubbard moment where I caught a lip on the trail and went over the bars onto the grass beside the trail. Crossing the finish I felt pretty good, hmm tired, hungry, sore legs and back but good, does that make sense?


Thanks to AROC for a great race and all the volunteers, thanks to Tarren for the pics, thanks to my friends Hans and Ros for giving me a place to sleep Friday night and for moving my car from start to finish during the race, that was so good! Thanks again Dave Hunt my coach of FTP, to all the gang at Turramurra Cyclery, to my lovely wife and kids for giving me the time to pursue this passion of mine, thanks to God for friends and cycling and for the fine weather.


Till next time keep riding


Mike



Result
04:33:37
Overall : 66/833
Category : 12/245

Distance: 97km
Total Ascent: 1119m
Total Descent: 1321m
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On a Fling and a Prayer

Coach says, this is it, last race for the year better make it a good one. I couldnt help feeling like I turned up a little under done, but there is nothing wrong with being well rested and with my three roadie mates joining us at the Pony Club for the full MTB experience, plus my two boys in tow, there wasnt really anything to do but just enjoy the event. Tom and Liam each had their new bikes and were loving being away from home and camping. After an easy drive down, setup, rego and dinner, we settled into an easy chat before the expected rain shower began right on bed time. Tommy got his wish and got to hear the rain falling on the tent, while there I was getting soaked inside my "0.5" man tent that is too small, too old and just too bad, so in I dive with the boys. Even though it's a 3 man tent, there wasnt an abundance of room and my two boys love a good sleep walk and talk, so needless to say my sleep wasnt quite uninterupted but I am used to that before a race and still bounced out of bed at 5:30 for breakfast or rice cereal, sustagen and caffiene.
It is a gorgeous day, but we quickly realise it is going to be a hot and sweaty affair and I am going to need every bit of that 3 litres of Endura in my Camelbak. On the start, all the regulars are there. It really is an amazing sport where the social and competitive aspects gel so seamlessly and the friends I have made at these races I know are friends for life.
I get a good spot near the front thanks to Ray and then we are off and straight away I feel great, the legs are strong, the heart rate is contained and I am holding onto the front bunch, I have my racing legs today.
Thankfully the horror first 10km of last year are cut and pasted to another stage and there are no horrible queues into single track. There is plenty of fire road to sort out the field and to my surprise the trails are dusty dry and the Ellsworth is eating it up so much so the first stage is all over in an hour. The next stage is just as great and I feel good. Not wanting to lose touch with the leaders, I roll through transition and get into a fast bunch. I pass Andrew and JMac who are refuelling for the miler and am in touch with Gary which is a big shot in the arm for me going though Bayliss Beauty. I get a good run into the wall and up I go to head into the single track on the front. I know the pace is still pretty hot and the HR still hasnt gone below 85% but I want to ride hard today and give it everything I've got and the nutrition seems to be hanging in there. My race continues to run to plan and I am constantly swapping with two other riders Murray and George but I can steadily feel my stomach starting to reject the concoction of gels and Endura and the first little twinges of cramp are start to appear.
The Frequent Riders lounge is a welcome pit stop from which I take on some GU drink and head off towards Halfway Hill and The Kick. Again the legs feel good and I dont struggle too much up these climbs as much as in previous years. Next is Outer Limits, another hilly section and I make the critical mistake of getting off the bike on the last pinch before the pastures and bang, the massive cramp strikes my right quad and hammy. There is nothing to do but take a seat for a couple of minutes have a good long drink and wait for it to settle. The guys I have been racing with all offer me drinks as they roll past and JMac passes me too. Soon enough I am rolling again with Steve Knight coming up behind me which I am thankful for and I latch onto to his wheel as we hit the fast roads back into Wingello, but alas the left leg "throws a rod" and I have to stop pedalling to let the cramp subside as Steve disappears in a cloud of dust.
The energy levels are still good and soon the cramps are back in the their box and I make it back into town just a minute behind Steve. Another bottle of GU and we roll out together with Murray and George, the fast four. The final stage is one of beauty with some new trails and we all hoot and hollar as we pelt down a farm road through a gate and completely miss the sharp right hander and end up riding very wide through some long thick grass. There is single track and some more fireroad and I am happy to find the cramps seem to be holding off. The free bike wash looms up pretty quick and then we hit the Boundary Road knowing from previous years we are close to home...but what???? as 50km riders head back up the boundary we are directed in the opposite direction and you can almost hear the evil cackle of Huw as he takes us on a killer loop, the same loop we used to do at the start of the race, but in reverse and it is just one pinch after the next. George has dropped off a while back and Murray has put the hammer down so it is just Steve and I to push each other on. I know he'll be ahead of me on adjusted time as I crossed the start line first and didnt spend much time in transitions but I decide to stick with him even though he is fighting off the cramps big time. This last 10km is tough at this stage of the race during the hottest part of the day. On one very steep pinch I decide to keep riding but over the top I am blinded by the sudden pool of salty sweat pooling into my eyes. Brokeback Mountain is also a test of the spirit but still the energy levels up good and the cramps seem to be gone for good. Across the creek and Steve says he cant hang on any longer but I tell him just to hold my wheel and we can finish this together.


Finally we return to the boundary road, Murray takes the long choice and we go the shorter beating him to the post. The last bitumin is also a blast, after such a long hard race, it is a rush to lock off the suspension, shove it in the dog and ride a pace line back into town and Steve and I cross the line together in 5th and 7th positions respectively. My time of 5:26 is 30 mins off the previous two years so I am stoked with that and I find my boys have also had their success with Tom getting 5th in his age and Liam winning his age race.

Thanks to Turramurra Cyclery for this awesome Ellsworth 29er. It did not miss a beat all day! Thanks and congrats to all the TORC and Peloton Sports riders for your awesome results and especially to Steve Knight for teaming up at the end and pushing me to the finish.

Thanks to my family, first my gorgeous wife Sarah who bears with all my training and racing. Without airing too much dirty laundry, we had a bit of a barny the week prior to this race but it was great making up and it was a wake up call to me to keep things in perspective. My kids Danielle, Liam and Thomas, you guys rock!

Thanks also to my coach Dave Hunt of FTP, this year has been absolutely beyond expectations and next year is looking very exciting.

And finally to all the organisers, sponsors and volunteers who made this race possible. Special mention to the race commentator who kept the throng entertained all day and delivered his kiss to a grimy sweaty cheek at the end of the race as promised for correctly answering the quiz question. Nice one!

Keep riding

Mike

Life goes on post WSC

Since the "BIG" one it has been interesting to see that there is a life outside of training and cycling. I realised I had accrued a massive "life" debt and so set about rebalancing my priorities. Of course that didnt mean an end to cycling (that would be unthinkable) just a shift in priorities.

Yes there were all those niggily little jobs around the house to catch up on, such as mowing lawns etc., but it was also time to invest in the family and what beeter way to do that than ...you guessed it...take them foir a ride! haha I can see you are rolling your eyes already and thinking doesnt this guys think about anything else?

So the first outing was the Spring Cycle, this is a really fun ride from North Sydney (over the bridge) then out through strange places like Five Dock and Haberfield to finish at the Olympic Park Homebush. A little longer than last year, the family nearly perished in the last 10km, but they made it and I was so proud of them. Riding an event like this is a great sanity check on why we ride...BECAUSE IT IS FUN!

Following that little outing, I was surprised to hear my better half asking about the TORC training camp and whether we could still join in and take the kids. We had been thinking about when we could get the kids to ride Stromlo and this seemed like the perfect chance. I needed about 3 milliseconds to think this one through and before we knew it we were booked in on the camp and heading down the Kings Highway for our first ride at Sparrow Hill. The whole weekend was awesome and all three kids rode all the way up Stromlo. Even more impressive they loved it and since we returned home they have been on their bikes almost every afternoon.

The next outing was the Sydney to Gong and this was something I had committed to do with my friends at EDC. With only a week out from the Fling, I figured this would make the perfect warm up ride and as I hadnt really been doing too much training for the last 4 weeks, it was a good chance for some fun and a few little efforts. Karl, Dean, Pete and I rode down as a foursome and had an absolute ball. The crowd at the finish was amazing and when I let it slip that I would be letting the train go in favour of riding back I came in for my fair share of "he's crazy" type looks. The ride back was just as good, though a fair bit harder into a head wind and with some decent climbs. Upon reaching Waterfall I figured I had done enough and hopped on a train to Central. I few winks of sleep and a bidon of energy and I was ready to go again for the last hop to home. 180km all up for the day and I felt pretty good. Bring on the Fling!

Keep Riding

Mike