The weekend weighed heavy on my mind and sadly on my stomach.
The Good Food Show was full of festive delights and treats and being a man who loves his food I didn't miss the opportunity - it was great. Anyway on return yesterday I was encouraged by a friend to have a fortnight of good food (i.e. good quality no rubbish!) and good exercise prior to the real start of the Christmas period. So I started a new regime today ( the exercise is basically the same as before but food content less reflective of a sumo wrestler in full training).
Day 1 - started with a 4 mile run on the treadmill. Unlike the Bigman's late burst of sunshine and hard training the hardcore Fifers have been left to face the baltic north winds - it was a cracking day if a little chilly. Food wise was good and I'm off to (yet another) good start - 48 hours is usually my threshhold! I'm not very good with food!
Tomorrow I'll be running and more spinning or cycling at lunchtime depending on our variable weather. Feeling pretty fit at the moment - I've been training pretty consistently during the past few weeks and it's paying off. I'm concious that the Epic is getting closer and the plan is to peak in March.
I've been so impressed with the Bigman and it's great to see that he's making the most of winter training camp. I'm going to be buying a rope to tie my bike on to his which is legal and in accordance with the rules.
Until tomorrow....
Monday, 30 November 2009
.................. gone with the wind!
Day 4 Winter training camp
After a few days in the saddle, Little Nemo opted for the ‘stay at home’ option today. Her day started at around 11:00 when the Stretch and Relaxation class got under way.
Bigman headed off in search of the Green Lagoon, the remnants of a volcano which has been eroded by the sea.
Overnight a storm had given the given the island a good clean with heavy rain. The wind had not abated and the cycle out was going to be straight forward however the return journey would be punishing. Even as Bigman climbed out of La Santa, early morning cyclists were returning down the hill wearing a grimace. This did not bode well. The bike was moving swiftly, the legs were turning smoothly, things felt good.
On ascending Fire Mountain, the wind supported downhill meant Bigman could not turn the pedals fast enough to maintain drive force on the pedals. The feeling of speed was awesome.
At Yaiza, it was a right turn under the main highway to Arrecife and a climb passed the lava ‘fields’ marked military zone. I have no idea why anyone would want to clamber over jagged lava rock in any event. Firing shells into it seemed an appropriate use of space. Space management as the Ironman would call it.
The Green Lagoon by the village of El Golfo was tucked around the headland and not easily accessible in cycling shoes and so I have shown a photo of the surrounding area. It should not take too much imagination to create a lagoon coloured green in your mind and you get the idea. Before you start suing for mis –representation, no-one said this blog was a tourist guide!
Bigman found a nice little restaurant for coffee, nestling by the sea shore. As a shower of precipitation arrived, coffee turned into a Spanish Omelette. Just after the order arrived Little Nemo sent a text advising she would wait till I returned for lunch. I guess the Spanish Omelette will need to remain a secret!
The return journey was everything it promised. The wind, if anything had strengthened. Carbon bikes are great for speed however when riding through hills acting like wind tunnels they have the effect of bouncing you around like the clothes in a washing machine.
It was a long climb back up over Fire Mountain. Bigman kept thinking of the climbs in the Cape Epic and hoping they did not suffer the same winds in South Africa that clearly frequent the Canary Islands. 110k+ on a mountain bike in these winds would indeed be a challenge and a half. Perhaps even a challenge too far! In Michael Hutchison’s book about his attempt on the Hour Record, he talks about the need to maintain an edge, that your challenge may not be possible, to keep you focussed on your training regime thus reducing the taste of failure.
The return to La Santa was in time for a second fine lunch. This was followed up by the Ab Attack class which had a particular focus on the Abdominals Muscles. It felt like you had not worked out yet your body felt it had gone nine rounds with Mike Tyson.
It set Bigman and Little Nemo up well for the Body Toning class which focussed more roundly on the muscles about the body. Armed with a metal bar ( for weight lifting) and an exercise mat, they were taken through their paces. Another non aerobic class yet your body new it had been through a workout.
And then it was onto the daily squash match. Little Nemo gaining confidence by the day that her ageing father would soon not keep up the pace. Again it went to three games with Little Nemo once again suffering from second game syndrome, i.e after winning the first, blows the second in a youthful ‘whatever’ sort of way. The last game went to the wire with Bigman saving the day for Age Concern with a fine volley.
Bigman lives on undefeated!
After a few days in the saddle, Little Nemo opted for the ‘stay at home’ option today. Her day started at around 11:00 when the Stretch and Relaxation class got under way.
Bigman headed off in search of the Green Lagoon, the remnants of a volcano which has been eroded by the sea.
Overnight a storm had given the given the island a good clean with heavy rain. The wind had not abated and the cycle out was going to be straight forward however the return journey would be punishing. Even as Bigman climbed out of La Santa, early morning cyclists were returning down the hill wearing a grimace. This did not bode well. The bike was moving swiftly, the legs were turning smoothly, things felt good.
On ascending Fire Mountain, the wind supported downhill meant Bigman could not turn the pedals fast enough to maintain drive force on the pedals. The feeling of speed was awesome.
At Yaiza, it was a right turn under the main highway to Arrecife and a climb passed the lava ‘fields’ marked military zone. I have no idea why anyone would want to clamber over jagged lava rock in any event. Firing shells into it seemed an appropriate use of space. Space management as the Ironman would call it.
The Green Lagoon by the village of El Golfo was tucked around the headland and not easily accessible in cycling shoes and so I have shown a photo of the surrounding area. It should not take too much imagination to create a lagoon coloured green in your mind and you get the idea. Before you start suing for mis –representation, no-one said this blog was a tourist guide!
Bigman found a nice little restaurant for coffee, nestling by the sea shore. As a shower of precipitation arrived, coffee turned into a Spanish Omelette. Just after the order arrived Little Nemo sent a text advising she would wait till I returned for lunch. I guess the Spanish Omelette will need to remain a secret!
The return journey was everything it promised. The wind, if anything had strengthened. Carbon bikes are great for speed however when riding through hills acting like wind tunnels they have the effect of bouncing you around like the clothes in a washing machine.
It was a long climb back up over Fire Mountain. Bigman kept thinking of the climbs in the Cape Epic and hoping they did not suffer the same winds in South Africa that clearly frequent the Canary Islands. 110k+ on a mountain bike in these winds would indeed be a challenge and a half. Perhaps even a challenge too far! In Michael Hutchison’s book about his attempt on the Hour Record, he talks about the need to maintain an edge, that your challenge may not be possible, to keep you focussed on your training regime thus reducing the taste of failure.
The return to La Santa was in time for a second fine lunch. This was followed up by the Ab Attack class which had a particular focus on the Abdominals Muscles. It felt like you had not worked out yet your body felt it had gone nine rounds with Mike Tyson.
It set Bigman and Little Nemo up well for the Body Toning class which focussed more roundly on the muscles about the body. Armed with a metal bar ( for weight lifting) and an exercise mat, they were taken through their paces. Another non aerobic class yet your body new it had been through a workout.
And then it was onto the daily squash match. Little Nemo gaining confidence by the day that her ageing father would soon not keep up the pace. Again it went to three games with Little Nemo once again suffering from second game syndrome, i.e after winning the first, blows the second in a youthful ‘whatever’ sort of way. The last game went to the wire with Bigman saving the day for Age Concern with a fine volley.
Bigman lives on undefeated!
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Little Nemo's big day out
Day 3 – Winter training camp
The plan was to awake with 08:00 alarm call. Well, what are plans for if not to let you know when you have changed plans!
The alarm did its part of the bargain, however, the budding athletes politely ignored calls for ‘Carpe Diem’, at least until 08:30.
There was an organised excursion to the ancient capital of Lanzarote, namely Teguise. Little Nemo was being given a treat as the local market was on this morning in Teguise.
Most inhabitants of La Santa going to the market would be taking the bus, but why would you want to go 20km by bus when you can cycle on a road bike and take in the sites along the way.
The route was via Soo and down to the surfing capital in the village of Famara where all the surfing shops clearly showed ‘surfing dudes’ welcome here. Little Nemo is learning fast on road biking. As Bigman tore down the road to Famara, Little Nemo was tucked in behind enjoying the drafting and limiting power output for the undoubted hills we would ‘find’ to climb.
And so it came to pass. As the Posse Ecosse left Famara the road started to rise along the side of the cliff face. At least the wind was now our friend. Little Nemo was clinging to Bigman’s rear wheel whilst counting the cat’s eyes as she wound in the road to the junction leading to Teguise. She did indeed surprise herself with the technique, arriving at the junction before she had realised the hill climb was past.
The market town was buzzing with tourists looking for the bargain to take back to ‘friends’! The Posse visited a coffee shop frequented by the Posse on a previous visit. The owner remembered the Posse’s last visit and asked after Duracell, The Fit One and JR.
Little Nemo went off to scour for a bargain whilst Bigman enjoyed another coffee plugged in the i-pod and watched people meandering along the cobbled streets. Several children in prams were severely shaken as they rocked back and fore, with little cheeks bouncing up and down, on the uneven streets! At this point, Lanzarote enjoyed mild precipitation. Nothing by Scottish November standards but enough to clear the café seating. The Bigman remained and within 30 seconds normal sunshine was restored. It was certainly cooler today. As low as 25 degrees at one point!
And then it was time to go! As the pair raced down the hill out of Teguise, Little Nemo, hard on the wheel of Bigman shouted for more speed. My how the little one has progressed in a couple of days.
As they turned towards Famara a couple of unsuspecting cyclists were spotted on the horizon. As is tradition, the pace was increased and the ‘bandits’ were wound in and passed at pace with a friendly ‘hola’.
The scenery may be barren however the colour comparisons are stark with brilliant blue against the sands blown from the Sahara. At Soo, the Posse sought to stock up on food for the evening meal. The shop had no pasta, no meats, however the lady serving was very patient with a tourist with limited Spanish vocabulary and so it felt appropriate to buy at least something. Two Calypos were procured and easily consumed shortly thereafter. Another 50k travelled with lovely smooth surfaces below the rubber.
A brief lunch was enjoyed before rest and relaxation at the pool. Then Stretch classes at 16:00 before moving immediately on to the Body Combat class. As Bigman is choreographically challenged and the leader was moving a pace, the sight was not pretty. Lots of arms and legs flailing madly like some beached whale. A small consolation was that at least he knew he was uncoordinated ………. others had not yet identified that about themselves!
As has become the tradition, the day was rounded off by a three game set of squash. Little Nemo came close to claiming the scalp of Bigman …………. speaking metaphorically, of course.
Tomorrow is a planned trip to the Green Lagoon at El Golfo. Time for an early night.
The plan was to awake with 08:00 alarm call. Well, what are plans for if not to let you know when you have changed plans!
The alarm did its part of the bargain, however, the budding athletes politely ignored calls for ‘Carpe Diem’, at least until 08:30.
There was an organised excursion to the ancient capital of Lanzarote, namely Teguise. Little Nemo was being given a treat as the local market was on this morning in Teguise.
Most inhabitants of La Santa going to the market would be taking the bus, but why would you want to go 20km by bus when you can cycle on a road bike and take in the sites along the way.
The route was via Soo and down to the surfing capital in the village of Famara where all the surfing shops clearly showed ‘surfing dudes’ welcome here. Little Nemo is learning fast on road biking. As Bigman tore down the road to Famara, Little Nemo was tucked in behind enjoying the drafting and limiting power output for the undoubted hills we would ‘find’ to climb.
And so it came to pass. As the Posse Ecosse left Famara the road started to rise along the side of the cliff face. At least the wind was now our friend. Little Nemo was clinging to Bigman’s rear wheel whilst counting the cat’s eyes as she wound in the road to the junction leading to Teguise. She did indeed surprise herself with the technique, arriving at the junction before she had realised the hill climb was past.
The market town was buzzing with tourists looking for the bargain to take back to ‘friends’! The Posse visited a coffee shop frequented by the Posse on a previous visit. The owner remembered the Posse’s last visit and asked after Duracell, The Fit One and JR.
Little Nemo went off to scour for a bargain whilst Bigman enjoyed another coffee plugged in the i-pod and watched people meandering along the cobbled streets. Several children in prams were severely shaken as they rocked back and fore, with little cheeks bouncing up and down, on the uneven streets! At this point, Lanzarote enjoyed mild precipitation. Nothing by Scottish November standards but enough to clear the café seating. The Bigman remained and within 30 seconds normal sunshine was restored. It was certainly cooler today. As low as 25 degrees at one point!
And then it was time to go! As the pair raced down the hill out of Teguise, Little Nemo, hard on the wheel of Bigman shouted for more speed. My how the little one has progressed in a couple of days.
As they turned towards Famara a couple of unsuspecting cyclists were spotted on the horizon. As is tradition, the pace was increased and the ‘bandits’ were wound in and passed at pace with a friendly ‘hola’.
The scenery may be barren however the colour comparisons are stark with brilliant blue against the sands blown from the Sahara. At Soo, the Posse sought to stock up on food for the evening meal. The shop had no pasta, no meats, however the lady serving was very patient with a tourist with limited Spanish vocabulary and so it felt appropriate to buy at least something. Two Calypos were procured and easily consumed shortly thereafter. Another 50k travelled with lovely smooth surfaces below the rubber.
A brief lunch was enjoyed before rest and relaxation at the pool. Then Stretch classes at 16:00 before moving immediately on to the Body Combat class. As Bigman is choreographically challenged and the leader was moving a pace, the sight was not pretty. Lots of arms and legs flailing madly like some beached whale. A small consolation was that at least he knew he was uncoordinated ………. others had not yet identified that about themselves!
As has become the tradition, the day was rounded off by a three game set of squash. Little Nemo came close to claiming the scalp of Bigman …………. speaking metaphorically, of course.
Tomorrow is a planned trip to the Green Lagoon at El Golfo. Time for an early night.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Bigman takes on an international field
Day 2 – Winter training camp
The morning was a leisurely time spent reading by the pool. It was blue skies and not a cloud on the horizon.
Much of the Cape Epic is about challenging yourself to exceed your expectations and to encourage other to be courageous and be inspired to do something new.
It was interesting, therefore, to read about an author who had found out that the most inspirational man he knew only reached his potential by helping a child reach his! Wow!
The Spanish Posse began to gather at 13:50. The ‘medals’ were subtle but nevertheless plain for all to see …………….shirts emblazoned with marathon this or triathlon that, or ironman somewhere else. Bigman boasted his Scotland cycling shirt ……….. and only he knew he was from The Posse Ecosse.
The warning was issued. This outing was for experienced cyclists only. At the first village (5Km) out, participants were asked to consider whether they could stay the pace. If not, they should self select and return to La Santa to avoid ‘spoiling’ the ride for others. Mmmm ……………… encouraging though Bigman.
The Posse left the meeting spot and gingerly began the climb to the village of SOO. No-one dropped out. The average pace was to be around 30km over the 75km. At least by cycling in a pack the Lanzarote breeze was minimised.
There were 24 riders spread along the road from many countries around Europe. On the smooth surfaces, it felt good to be in the pack. We had three escorts setting the pace and leading the group. After the next village, the posse started the climb to Teguise, the ancient capital of Lanzarote. It is a steady climb and the breathing of some of the pack was getting heavy. Bigman felt within his comfort zone. After all, he has his very own Ironman to contend with every Saturday. After Teguise, a puncture caused a respite in the driving pace in heat of circa 28 degrees. The waterbottles were being hit hard.
A right turn after the climb to the windmills and back round to Teguise. From there it was a sprint down to Nazaret before heading to San Bartolome. At this point a few riders decided to take the direct route back. This left 21 riders to head out to Fire Mountain and Uga before returning to Blanca Mancha. As the posse passed through village after village, you could almost imagine children being shepherded indoors as the posse passed through at pace.
At the top of the hill down to La Santa a race broke out. Just goes to show cyclists are the same the world over. Close to home and it’s a race. Bigman could sense it in the air. The smell that oozes from The Fit One when he is contemplating a break. And then it happened, a break from the pack. Bigman joined the breakaway. About half way down the hill, the rider in front blew up and Bigman had to lock the brakes to avoid crashing into the back of him. A quick pull out and the busted biker was history. Bigman could see the leading two ahead of him and kept the pace down the hill. The breeze was tough and definitely not your friend. By the time the speed limit in La Santa was passed Bigman had achieved a credible fourth place. Good fun.
75km covered in less than 2 and a half hours, averaging around 30 km per hour, including some tasty little climbs. This felt like how it is going to be in South Africa in little over 15 weeks.
For sure, Scotland is not going to provide the temperature challenge in training sessions that will exist for 8 days in South Africa.
A final challenge at Squash ended anther fantastic day just as the sun set on day two of the Winter Training Camp.
The morning was a leisurely time spent reading by the pool. It was blue skies and not a cloud on the horizon.
Much of the Cape Epic is about challenging yourself to exceed your expectations and to encourage other to be courageous and be inspired to do something new.
It was interesting, therefore, to read about an author who had found out that the most inspirational man he knew only reached his potential by helping a child reach his! Wow!
The Spanish Posse began to gather at 13:50. The ‘medals’ were subtle but nevertheless plain for all to see …………….shirts emblazoned with marathon this or triathlon that, or ironman somewhere else. Bigman boasted his Scotland cycling shirt ……….. and only he knew he was from The Posse Ecosse.
The warning was issued. This outing was for experienced cyclists only. At the first village (5Km) out, participants were asked to consider whether they could stay the pace. If not, they should self select and return to La Santa to avoid ‘spoiling’ the ride for others. Mmmm ……………… encouraging though Bigman.
The Posse left the meeting spot and gingerly began the climb to the village of SOO. No-one dropped out. The average pace was to be around 30km over the 75km. At least by cycling in a pack the Lanzarote breeze was minimised.
There were 24 riders spread along the road from many countries around Europe. On the smooth surfaces, it felt good to be in the pack. We had three escorts setting the pace and leading the group. After the next village, the posse started the climb to Teguise, the ancient capital of Lanzarote. It is a steady climb and the breathing of some of the pack was getting heavy. Bigman felt within his comfort zone. After all, he has his very own Ironman to contend with every Saturday. After Teguise, a puncture caused a respite in the driving pace in heat of circa 28 degrees. The waterbottles were being hit hard.
A right turn after the climb to the windmills and back round to Teguise. From there it was a sprint down to Nazaret before heading to San Bartolome. At this point a few riders decided to take the direct route back. This left 21 riders to head out to Fire Mountain and Uga before returning to Blanca Mancha. As the posse passed through village after village, you could almost imagine children being shepherded indoors as the posse passed through at pace.
At the top of the hill down to La Santa a race broke out. Just goes to show cyclists are the same the world over. Close to home and it’s a race. Bigman could sense it in the air. The smell that oozes from The Fit One when he is contemplating a break. And then it happened, a break from the pack. Bigman joined the breakaway. About half way down the hill, the rider in front blew up and Bigman had to lock the brakes to avoid crashing into the back of him. A quick pull out and the busted biker was history. Bigman could see the leading two ahead of him and kept the pace down the hill. The breeze was tough and definitely not your friend. By the time the speed limit in La Santa was passed Bigman had achieved a credible fourth place. Good fun.
75km covered in less than 2 and a half hours, averaging around 30 km per hour, including some tasty little climbs. This felt like how it is going to be in South Africa in little over 15 weeks.
For sure, Scotland is not going to provide the temperature challenge in training sessions that will exist for 8 days in South Africa.
A final challenge at Squash ended anther fantastic day just as the sun set on day two of the Winter Training Camp.
Finding Little Nemo finding her way on a road bike
Day 1 – Winter training camp
The alarm shouted at 08:00 time to get up and ‘seize the day’. First activity was to secure the bikes for the week. A nice Cannondale Six for Bigman and another Cannondale for Little Nemo. She has never cycled on a road bike and so this will be a whole new experience ………………. either positive or negative!
They decided to head for the route through the National Park and up through the lava fields and the crusty bowl of an extinct volcano and on across to Yaiza to a coffee shop visited last year. The roads are superbly smooth yet they cannot take away the long climb up to Mancha Blancha fro La Santa.
It was good to see Little Nemo could retain a positive mental attitude and even manage a smile as she crested the last climb before the downhill to Yaiza. By the time we reached Yaiza, Little Nemo had come face to face with a four legged friend who did not retain a positive mental attitude! Hordes of tourists were queuing to ride a camel up to the mouth of the volcano.
A quick coffee supplemented by carbs from an ice cream and it was back on the road again, back to La Santa in time for swimming a kilometre in the 50m outdoor pool. This brought an excellent opportunity to relax the muscles and warm down before the spin bike class at 17:00. It was not too strenuous however did manage to ooze out a few more gallons of sweat.
Next challenge was the squash courts at 19:00. It was a closely contested competition however age and experience won the day over youthful exuberance. At least, it did on this occasion.
A fine meal restored the carbs and the pair were ready for a new day. Tomorrow, Bigman will be joining an international field for a 75km road bike tour. Only seasoned cyclists need attend said the billing!
The alarm shouted at 08:00 time to get up and ‘seize the day’. First activity was to secure the bikes for the week. A nice Cannondale Six for Bigman and another Cannondale for Little Nemo. She has never cycled on a road bike and so this will be a whole new experience ………………. either positive or negative!
They decided to head for the route through the National Park and up through the lava fields and the crusty bowl of an extinct volcano and on across to Yaiza to a coffee shop visited last year. The roads are superbly smooth yet they cannot take away the long climb up to Mancha Blancha fro La Santa.
It was good to see Little Nemo could retain a positive mental attitude and even manage a smile as she crested the last climb before the downhill to Yaiza. By the time we reached Yaiza, Little Nemo had come face to face with a four legged friend who did not retain a positive mental attitude! Hordes of tourists were queuing to ride a camel up to the mouth of the volcano.
A quick coffee supplemented by carbs from an ice cream and it was back on the road again, back to La Santa in time for swimming a kilometre in the 50m outdoor pool. This brought an excellent opportunity to relax the muscles and warm down before the spin bike class at 17:00. It was not too strenuous however did manage to ooze out a few more gallons of sweat.
Next challenge was the squash courts at 19:00. It was a closely contested competition however age and experience won the day over youthful exuberance. At least, it did on this occasion.
A fine meal restored the carbs and the pair were ready for a new day. Tomorrow, Bigman will be joining an international field for a 75km road bike tour. Only seasoned cyclists need attend said the billing!
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
24 Hours from La Santa
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The Posse In Lanzarote in 2008
It is not related to Christmas .................................... it is related to winter training camp.
Bigman is off to do some serious winter training in bright sunshine. He has promised to bring back a photograph of sunshine to the Posse
Monday, 23 November 2009
Be afraid, the Posse is on your tail!
A large jump in the volume of unique visitors to the blog site is down to its addition to the official Cape Epic website.
Clearly the competition are researching the Epic Caper Team Scotland!
Be afraid, the Posse is training hard.
Clearly the competition are researching the Epic Caper Team Scotland!
Be afraid, the Posse is training hard.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
The Fit One calls for television evidence to be introduced
Bigman was keen to get some more Mountain Bike miles under his belt before heading off for winter training camp in Lanzarote. The Fit One still has sick MTB and so it was agreed to stick to roadies. The plan was to repeat the route of last week over the Col du Cleish and down the North Face before turning into the wind and along to Crook of Devon before a carb stop at The Milkbar in Powmill.
After missing yesterday due to official Posse duties, The Fit One was clearly up for it. Climbing Townhill, he was like the proverbial bat out of hell, ripping up the road as if there was no tomorrow.
All the grit and salt on the roads is having a bad effect on the brakes of the Battaglin. On descending the North Face, Bigman had white knuckles as he gripped the brakes in an attempt to reduce his speed. Investing in new blocks looks like a sound investment.
The return over Mont VeKnockhill was interesting. So far, it had remained dry. As the posse reached the top of the climb, a big black mass of cloud was rolling in from the west. The temperature dropped, the wind grew, and pellets of rain fired into the face of the pair, and in an instant it was dark.
Fortunately, the Fit One was carrying his 79 pence flashing red light from Tesco to warn cars of the posse ahead.
As the pair approached the last rise, Bigman could sense a move in air, He kicked down whilst swerving slightly to miss a hole in the road. The Fit One was about to make his move and claimed a 'stewards enquiry'. It was not to be.
It was cold, it was wet, but it was character building.
And then it was onto the Sunday night fives. The dream team had The Fit One in goals, Ironman up front, Bigman at the heart of defence with Duracell playing a roving roll. Amidst some goals of the season, the dream team won the second half!
After missing yesterday due to official Posse duties, The Fit One was clearly up for it. Climbing Townhill, he was like the proverbial bat out of hell, ripping up the road as if there was no tomorrow.
All the grit and salt on the roads is having a bad effect on the brakes of the Battaglin. On descending the North Face, Bigman had white knuckles as he gripped the brakes in an attempt to reduce his speed. Investing in new blocks looks like a sound investment.
The return over Mont VeKnockhill was interesting. So far, it had remained dry. As the posse reached the top of the climb, a big black mass of cloud was rolling in from the west. The temperature dropped, the wind grew, and pellets of rain fired into the face of the pair, and in an instant it was dark.
Fortunately, the Fit One was carrying his 79 pence flashing red light from Tesco to warn cars of the posse ahead.
As the pair approached the last rise, Bigman could sense a move in air, He kicked down whilst swerving slightly to miss a hole in the road. The Fit One was about to make his move and claimed a 'stewards enquiry'. It was not to be.
It was cold, it was wet, but it was character building.
And then it was onto the Sunday night fives. The dream team had The Fit One in goals, Ironman up front, Bigman at the heart of defence with Duracell playing a roving roll. Amidst some goals of the season, the dream team won the second half!
Saturday, 21 November 2009
The wrong wind.....
It was the calm before the storm. A window before the next low pressure hits Scotland - there have been a few of them of late.
We met at the junction to Saline, just me and the Bigman. The Bigman had that look in his eyes. It strikes fear in the heart of many a biker. I was nervous but I hoped that my week of, as the Fit One calls it, stealth training would stand me in good stead. I've been running and spinning all week with some weights thrown in but work has got in the way of a good blog!
We rode out at increasing pace to Bridge of Allen. The westerly wind was light - the bigman pushed hard into it and I kept pace up until the last roundabout when he cut the corner and pulled off into the distance. We were motoring.
Coffee and a bun worked it magic and we were off again. It was an odd sensation - the wind was in our face again - it was the wrong wind! How could it not be the westerly wind that was forecast. The Bigman took the lead, he did most of the way back.
The Bigman described our contact with the spaced out friends in Fishcross - it was scary moment but 6 foot plus of Bigman beasting along on Battaglin is more than a match for the hoodlums. These guys looked scary but I suspect the Bigman looked scarier!
The climb up from Fishcross to the turn off to Forestmill was a demonstration of the Bigman's power. The steel was not just in his eyes but also in his legs - he murdered the hill. He's in good shape and will be looking for a pro-team to train with on return from his training trip.
I considered, albeit briefly, to challenge the Bigman on the final hill just before the cafe at Forestmill but a car was crested the brow and in reality it would have been no competition.
We parted at the turn off to Carnock - I'd hardly wished him a good break before I had a puncture and had to walk the rest of the way home.
It was a cracking day. I'm off this week on biz so it might be a more mixed up training week but I'll carry my kit and hit the gym. Otherwise I'll be eating more dust in a couple of weeks time.
We met at the junction to Saline, just me and the Bigman. The Bigman had that look in his eyes. It strikes fear in the heart of many a biker. I was nervous but I hoped that my week of, as the Fit One calls it, stealth training would stand me in good stead. I've been running and spinning all week with some weights thrown in but work has got in the way of a good blog!
We rode out at increasing pace to Bridge of Allen. The westerly wind was light - the bigman pushed hard into it and I kept pace up until the last roundabout when he cut the corner and pulled off into the distance. We were motoring.
Coffee and a bun worked it magic and we were off again. It was an odd sensation - the wind was in our face again - it was the wrong wind! How could it not be the westerly wind that was forecast. The Bigman took the lead, he did most of the way back.
The Bigman described our contact with the spaced out friends in Fishcross - it was scary moment but 6 foot plus of Bigman beasting along on Battaglin is more than a match for the hoodlums. These guys looked scary but I suspect the Bigman looked scarier!
The climb up from Fishcross to the turn off to Forestmill was a demonstration of the Bigman's power. The steel was not just in his eyes but also in his legs - he murdered the hill. He's in good shape and will be looking for a pro-team to train with on return from his training trip.
I considered, albeit briefly, to challenge the Bigman on the final hill just before the cafe at Forestmill but a car was crested the brow and in reality it would have been no competition.
We parted at the turn off to Carnock - I'd hardly wished him a good break before I had a puncture and had to walk the rest of the way home.
It was a cracking day. I'm off this week on biz so it might be a more mixed up training week but I'll carry my kit and hit the gym. Otherwise I'll be eating more dust in a couple of weeks time.
The Ironman digs digs so deep, he goes undergound
It was Thursday night in the Seven Kings and the testorone was flowing. Forecast for Saturday was more torrential rain and galeforce winds. The Posse was split, would we, won't we, go for the usual Saturday morning outing. It was agreed that it would be character building. Bigman accepted that wimps did not need to come out if they felt a little rain was going to be too much!
That seemed to sway the views and a unanimous vote agreed we would go for it. A slight compromise was to head to Stirling and avoid the hills. It has been some weeks since we last visited Corrieri's Cafe and its world famous hot apple and toffee pie.
Bigman's mobile phone sang out its alert a text had been received at 07.30 on Saturday morning. The Fit One was a late call off. The Shredder has maintained radio silence this week, and Santiago had other commitments, so the Posse was reduced to The Ironman and Bigman.
The weather, as it transpired was calm with bright sunshine to complement the freshly washed road surfaces. The cruise through to Stirling was majestic with an average speed of 29km per hour and a top speed of 46km per hour which was held for a few miles as the pair breezed along the dual caraigeway on the Stirling side of Alloa. Taking turns at the front gave each rider a recovery period and assisted in maintaining a great pace to the carbing stop.
On commenting on the lack of blogging by The Ironman ( subtle suggestion of slacking from Bigman) he confirmed he has been digging deep in his resolve to up the training commitment and has kept his training regime under wraps and not been exposing it to the blog due to work commitments. 1110 bloggers feel this is not in the spirit of the Posse and an official reprimand has been issued.
At Corrieri's, Bigman went for the world famous hot apple and toffee pie supported by a fine dollup of vanilla ice cream. The Ironman carbed up on a muffin. A pot of tea and toast was ordered for The Fit One in order that we could feel he was with the Posse, if only in spirit. A quick phone call was made to The Fit One for a couple of reasons. 1) to confirmed he was feeling better, 2) to advise him we had ordered tea and toast for him and 3) to ask for his credit card details as it was his turn to pay!
The Fit One did let slip that a new Bike Shop was opening in Alva and champagne would be on offer should the Posse pop by. Rumour has it, after the succss of the Christmas Lights switching on ceremony, that he was to officially open the shop as a Posse Personality. The 'P' Factor.
As the pair re-mounted their machines, it became clear the wind has significantly increased and not heading in their direction. This would be tough shift.
With Christmas only four weeks away, it would appear the spirit is getting to some more than others. Having passed the Queen's residence at Glen Ochil, the next village introduced the Posse to a couple of space cadets, well four actually. Young guys spaced out on something running down the road to charge the posse yelling unintelligable tribal war cries. Clearly their re-habilitation programme is taking a while to become effective. It is a sad sight on a Saturday morning to see such behaviour.
A few miles later on, on a narrow stretch of road, a lady driver ( fact not sex discimination!) tried to take the middle of the road. When forced to go through a puddle, puting some specs of dirt on her freshly washed car, she chose to share her air horn with the posse. Merry Christmas and joy to the world it shouted , (not!).
After all this excitement, the return through Saline was uneventful. A short, sharp climb, up the main street and the run was done.
75k closer to the Cape Epic. Bigman is of to Lanzarote later in the week to do some serious winter training (which he will keep under wraps in an Ironman sort of way).
That seemed to sway the views and a unanimous vote agreed we would go for it. A slight compromise was to head to Stirling and avoid the hills. It has been some weeks since we last visited Corrieri's Cafe and its world famous hot apple and toffee pie.
Bigman's mobile phone sang out its alert a text had been received at 07.30 on Saturday morning. The Fit One was a late call off. The Shredder has maintained radio silence this week, and Santiago had other commitments, so the Posse was reduced to The Ironman and Bigman.
The weather, as it transpired was calm with bright sunshine to complement the freshly washed road surfaces. The cruise through to Stirling was majestic with an average speed of 29km per hour and a top speed of 46km per hour which was held for a few miles as the pair breezed along the dual caraigeway on the Stirling side of Alloa. Taking turns at the front gave each rider a recovery period and assisted in maintaining a great pace to the carbing stop.
On commenting on the lack of blogging by The Ironman ( subtle suggestion of slacking from Bigman) he confirmed he has been digging deep in his resolve to up the training commitment and has kept his training regime under wraps and not been exposing it to the blog due to work commitments. 1110 bloggers feel this is not in the spirit of the Posse and an official reprimand has been issued.
At Corrieri's, Bigman went for the world famous hot apple and toffee pie supported by a fine dollup of vanilla ice cream. The Ironman carbed up on a muffin. A pot of tea and toast was ordered for The Fit One in order that we could feel he was with the Posse, if only in spirit. A quick phone call was made to The Fit One for a couple of reasons. 1) to confirmed he was feeling better, 2) to advise him we had ordered tea and toast for him and 3) to ask for his credit card details as it was his turn to pay!
The Fit One did let slip that a new Bike Shop was opening in Alva and champagne would be on offer should the Posse pop by. Rumour has it, after the succss of the Christmas Lights switching on ceremony, that he was to officially open the shop as a Posse Personality. The 'P' Factor.
As the pair re-mounted their machines, it became clear the wind has significantly increased and not heading in their direction. This would be tough shift.
With Christmas only four weeks away, it would appear the spirit is getting to some more than others. Having passed the Queen's residence at Glen Ochil, the next village introduced the Posse to a couple of space cadets, well four actually. Young guys spaced out on something running down the road to charge the posse yelling unintelligable tribal war cries. Clearly their re-habilitation programme is taking a while to become effective. It is a sad sight on a Saturday morning to see such behaviour.
A few miles later on, on a narrow stretch of road, a lady driver ( fact not sex discimination!) tried to take the middle of the road. When forced to go through a puddle, puting some specs of dirt on her freshly washed car, she chose to share her air horn with the posse. Merry Christmas and joy to the world it shouted , (not!).
After all this excitement, the return through Saline was uneventful. A short, sharp climb, up the main street and the run was done.
75k closer to the Cape Epic. Bigman is of to Lanzarote later in the week to do some serious winter training (which he will keep under wraps in an Ironman sort of way).
Friday, 20 November 2009
Junior II gets a late pass
With the dark nights increasing the risks with young people out at night, Junior II has been given a new set of 900 candlelight front lights by the missus to keep him safe. He was only allowed out on condition he kept them on!
It you read of ships running aground in the Firth of Forth this evening, it will be down to their navigation against the flashing light in the hills above Kinross..................... thinking it was the pier at Aberdour!
The weather has thrown everything at Fife this week and caused mayhem across the central belt. BUT, it could not prevent the Bigman and junior II climbing Col du Cleish to start the weekend in a fine fashion.
As it turned out the sky was cloud free and the pinholes on the sky were volumuous. Clearly many car drivers were also out for a view as the Col du Cleish was popular this evening.
It was really good chat covering everything from funding opportunities for the voluntary sector to the issues with the economy.
Not a drop of rain in sight and limited wind. On the way back, Junior II popped in for a DVD for some evening entertainment.
A friend and travel companion who has fond memories cycling has set himself a personal challenge inspired by the posse. By his own design he goes by the alias of The Flying Pieman. each of us has an opportunity in life to be intentional about the challenges we take on to make a difference to our surroundings.
The panel to the right highlights the purpose behind the Epic Caper and we hope it inspires many more amongst our now growing band of followers (which now exceeds 1100 wise people)
It you read of ships running aground in the Firth of Forth this evening, it will be down to their navigation against the flashing light in the hills above Kinross..................... thinking it was the pier at Aberdour!
The weather has thrown everything at Fife this week and caused mayhem across the central belt. BUT, it could not prevent the Bigman and junior II climbing Col du Cleish to start the weekend in a fine fashion.
As it turned out the sky was cloud free and the pinholes on the sky were volumuous. Clearly many car drivers were also out for a view as the Col du Cleish was popular this evening.
It was really good chat covering everything from funding opportunities for the voluntary sector to the issues with the economy.
Not a drop of rain in sight and limited wind. On the way back, Junior II popped in for a DVD for some evening entertainment.
A friend and travel companion who has fond memories cycling has set himself a personal challenge inspired by the posse. By his own design he goes by the alias of The Flying Pieman. each of us has an opportunity in life to be intentional about the challenges we take on to make a difference to our surroundings.
The panel to the right highlights the purpose behind the Epic Caper and we hope it inspires many more amongst our now growing band of followers (which now exceeds 1100 wise people)
Wednesday washout
With the Creepy Coupe polished and ready to rock, the Bombproof Buggy bursting to go, it was with massive disappointment that a significant deluge stopped play.
The fire in the Posse was well and truly extinguished!
The fire in the Posse was well and truly extinguished!
Monday, 16 November 2009
From Nothing to Nowhere in 30 seconds
It was gale force wind and driving rain. The type of rain that fails to call itself a raindrop yet has such a volume of globules included in the cloud that you are wet in an instant.
The posse was small yet perfectly formed - Bigman and The Fit One pitting strength against the elements- sprinting for the line, climbing out of the saddle straining every sinew to climb the ever steepening landscape and then with lungs bursting, gut wrenching, muscles aching, a beat booming in your ear.................................. having crested the peak, racing down the other side with all the pace your legs can turn imagining The Ironman hard on your tail.
And after 45 minutes, you have travelled absolutely nowhere.This is spinning.
It was a little easier that the foul weather was outside but why let the facts get in the way of a bit of spinning!
The posse was small yet perfectly formed - Bigman and The Fit One pitting strength against the elements- sprinting for the line, climbing out of the saddle straining every sinew to climb the ever steepening landscape and then with lungs bursting, gut wrenching, muscles aching, a beat booming in your ear.................................. having crested the peak, racing down the other side with all the pace your legs can turn imagining The Ironman hard on your tail.
And after 45 minutes, you have travelled absolutely nowhere.This is spinning.
It was a little easier that the foul weather was outside but why let the facts get in the way of a bit of spinning!
Sunday, 15 November 2009
A perfect day.....................
With the Ironman away maintaining diplomatic relations south of the Hadrian's wall with the Outlaws, Bigman opted to get in an extra shift on the training front.
First it was a 6:15 alarm call to go do the annual St Margaret's Walk from Culross to Dunfermline over 7 miles. The thought was not positive when the alarm went off, however once out in the fresh air, it was a great morning to be out. Plenty of fresh air and everything looking freshly cleaned after the overnight rain.
Next it was a light bite of lunch before joining The Fit One for a blast over Col du Cleish. Enthusiasm received a modicum of dampening when after half a mile Bigman had a puncture half way up Townhill road. In true Ironman fashion, he manfully pushed on up to the top with the tyre flat and conducted surgery on the flat at the top.
In no time at all, the posse was back on the road. A car had managed to plough a fence and field near the monument to the Gruesome Twosome. Clearly the result of excessive speed matched only by a lack of care! The driver was on the phone unhurt but if cyclist was in the way when the car crossed the carriageway the story may have been different.
The Fit One may have muscular fitness and tone however age has taken its toll on his eyesight. As the pair raced down the North Face, he remarked that a the 'Monarch of the Glen' stag was standing proudly on the horizon against the sunny skies guarding the glen. It would have indeed made a magnificent scene had it not been for the fact the 'Monarch' was in fact a horse!
At the foot of the North Face, they turned towards Crook of Devon cruising at a comfortable 32km per hour whilst chatting about the issues of the day. At the Powmill Milk Bar, an intake of carbs washed down by some herbal tea and it was back in the saddle to climb over Mont VeKnockhill. There was no race today and so the road was comparatively quiet. The Fit One declared 'no race' as Bigman watched for the 'denial' strategy often overtaken by a burst for the line. It was not to be today. A pleasant cruise back to Dunfermline ended a fine day out and 40km closer to Epic Cape.
To top up the sprint capability, the five a side football provided a perfect end to an joyable day of exercise ..................well, the score line was less than perfect but you can't win them all!
First it was a 6:15 alarm call to go do the annual St Margaret's Walk from Culross to Dunfermline over 7 miles. The thought was not positive when the alarm went off, however once out in the fresh air, it was a great morning to be out. Plenty of fresh air and everything looking freshly cleaned after the overnight rain.
Next it was a light bite of lunch before joining The Fit One for a blast over Col du Cleish. Enthusiasm received a modicum of dampening when after half a mile Bigman had a puncture half way up Townhill road. In true Ironman fashion, he manfully pushed on up to the top with the tyre flat and conducted surgery on the flat at the top.
In no time at all, the posse was back on the road. A car had managed to plough a fence and field near the monument to the Gruesome Twosome. Clearly the result of excessive speed matched only by a lack of care! The driver was on the phone unhurt but if cyclist was in the way when the car crossed the carriageway the story may have been different.
The Fit One may have muscular fitness and tone however age has taken its toll on his eyesight. As the pair raced down the North Face, he remarked that a the 'Monarch of the Glen' stag was standing proudly on the horizon against the sunny skies guarding the glen. It would have indeed made a magnificent scene had it not been for the fact the 'Monarch' was in fact a horse!
At the foot of the North Face, they turned towards Crook of Devon cruising at a comfortable 32km per hour whilst chatting about the issues of the day. At the Powmill Milk Bar, an intake of carbs washed down by some herbal tea and it was back in the saddle to climb over Mont VeKnockhill. There was no race today and so the road was comparatively quiet. The Fit One declared 'no race' as Bigman watched for the 'denial' strategy often overtaken by a burst for the line. It was not to be today. A pleasant cruise back to Dunfermline ended a fine day out and 40km closer to Epic Cape.
To top up the sprint capability, the five a side football provided a perfect end to an joyable day of exercise ..................well, the score line was less than perfect but you can't win them all!
Saturday, 14 November 2009
The Shredder gives a Glasgow Kiss
The Ironman was on family duty visiting the outlaws in Liverpule, whilst the Fit One was not feeling 100% and so it was left to Bigman and The Shredder to make up the Posse for today's outing. It was great to see The Shredder back after his baptism of fire into the Posse last week doing Mont VeKnockhill and The North Face of Col du Cleish on his 'first date'.
With rain forecast and galeforce winds, it was decided to stay low level and cruise along the cycle path to Clackmannan. An amphibious vehicle would have been a more appropriate choice of vehicle with several parts of the track under inches of water. Sprinkle a splatter of autumn leaves and you have all the ingredients for downing a cyclists. But that came later!
Up through Clackmannan and we were met with Dunfermline Cycling Club on their Saturday outing heading to Dollar having just had their sprint climb up to Clackmannan. The Shredder's comments about finding roads he never knew existed took Bigman back to his early days cycling with The Fit One who has an excellent knowledge of the back roads of Fife .......................... and some dodgy forest trails!
As the Posse headed back towards Dunfermlime, the south westerly wind came a bit tougher and every pedal turn need that extra ounce of energy.
The Posse climbed back up to Dunfermline, the incline from Crossford draining every last sinew from the Shredder to the point where he forgot to come out of his cleats and ended up giving the pavement a Glasgow kiss. Falling off is embarrassing enough, however, when it is in full view of several motorists waiting at the traffic lights it all adds to the entertainment value!
Another great day out with around 50k closer to the Cape Epic which is now just over 17 weeks away.
Bigman is counting down to his winter training camp in Lanzarote in under two weeks.
With rain forecast and galeforce winds, it was decided to stay low level and cruise along the cycle path to Clackmannan. An amphibious vehicle would have been a more appropriate choice of vehicle with several parts of the track under inches of water. Sprinkle a splatter of autumn leaves and you have all the ingredients for downing a cyclists. But that came later!
Up through Clackmannan and we were met with Dunfermline Cycling Club on their Saturday outing heading to Dollar having just had their sprint climb up to Clackmannan. The Shredder's comments about finding roads he never knew existed took Bigman back to his early days cycling with The Fit One who has an excellent knowledge of the back roads of Fife .......................... and some dodgy forest trails!
As the Posse headed back towards Dunfermlime, the south westerly wind came a bit tougher and every pedal turn need that extra ounce of energy.
The Posse climbed back up to Dunfermline, the incline from Crossford draining every last sinew from the Shredder to the point where he forgot to come out of his cleats and ended up giving the pavement a Glasgow kiss. Falling off is embarrassing enough, however, when it is in full view of several motorists waiting at the traffic lights it all adds to the entertainment value!
Another great day out with around 50k closer to the Cape Epic which is now just over 17 weeks away.
Bigman is counting down to his winter training camp in Lanzarote in under two weeks.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Dopey deserts the magnificent seven!
The clue is in the name, Dark Knights Posse. And so it was a tadge surprising when the Ironman called off due to being drained of energy, or at least his batteries were. Perhaps he should have called on the Duracelll!
The Posse was seven in all with Santiago delayed due to work commitments, Knight Rider similary delayed. JuniorII was on The Bombproof Buggie tandem with Clyde (aka Rudolph resplendant in flashing Christmas lights), The Fit One on the Creepy Coupe tandem ably supported by The Boss driving the engine ad frequntly calling for 'more gear'. The Miner's Daughter was back, with The Wee Yin and Bigman.
It was a cracking night with no wind and slight cloud cover. Junior II and Clyde were itching for the sprint sections and were powering ahead at every category three climb as if to scare any pretenders.
The Miner's Daughter was in good form cruising along with ease, supported by a dose of Hip Hop beat to set the cadence. The climb up to Cleish was straight forward with the Creepy Coupe and Bombproof Buggie halting at the monument to the Gruesome Twosome by Loch Fitone. As the ascent of the South Face started The Boss called for more gear from The Fit One and soon there was merely a red streak as the Coup zoomed off into the dark.
The Miner's Daughter got into a rhythm matching breathing with cadence and would in the tarmac carpet all the way to the crest before pushing on to the Kinross viewpoint with the lights laid out below the posse. It was suggested to the assembled posse that there was the option of a 'short cut' through the forest to Mont VeKnockhill.
With no volunteers the posse set off back down Cleish. There was a small amount of water on the tarmac when the Creepy Coupe and The Bombproof Buggie decided to have a race. The Boss slipped her stirrups and The Fit One was in the wrong gear and The Buggie was off but failed to build a big enough lead before the Bigman eased past.
The Bus Museum Sprint would be different affair. And so it came to pass, The Buggie started the push early and held the pace downhill with no loss of power on the climb. Bigman sat on their tail however could not make enough distance and The Buggie had bagged the Category 1 race.
As the Posse approached the Bowershall turn off, a small red Renault chose to share the sound of his horn as he passed. This startled The Fit One and he was of like a shot chasing down the French Machine. It was irrelevant that he had not planned to take that route. The Posse hoped the French one would not be caught! It is assumed The Boss on the back of TheCoupe was supportive of the chase!
The Fit One did not catch the car however it was close!
Another cracking night closer to the Epic Caper and 32 km in the bag!
The day the lights went out....
I woke up early and took my dog out for a run. It was a nice but cold start to the day as we set off towards Gowkhall. It was a short 4 miler, long enough to tire out the dog but not completely wreck us. I turned towards Crossford and then on to the bike path. I was surprised how busy the path was. Runners and bikers some exercising some commuting.
It was time to reflect. Running is a great place to contemplate and consider life. I discovered a few weeks ago that a friend of mine had passed away. It was confirmed to me that he'd taken his own life when I bumped into a mutual friend yesterday. I was so sad to hear the news and today I took time out to remember some of the good times that we shared......
I was supposed to be joining the posse for tonight's bike ride but I was stupid last time out and forgot to charge my lights after the ride. So having sorted out my clothes for tonight I realised what I'd done and left a message for Bigman with my apologies.
It's been a day to take some time out and remember our fallen hero's, which I did at 11am this morning along with the nation.
Hopefully, I'll get on the bike tomorrow and catch up on the session that I missed tonight.
The Cape Epic gets ever closer!
It was time to reflect. Running is a great place to contemplate and consider life. I discovered a few weeks ago that a friend of mine had passed away. It was confirmed to me that he'd taken his own life when I bumped into a mutual friend yesterday. I was so sad to hear the news and today I took time out to remember some of the good times that we shared......
I was supposed to be joining the posse for tonight's bike ride but I was stupid last time out and forgot to charge my lights after the ride. So having sorted out my clothes for tonight I realised what I'd done and left a message for Bigman with my apologies.
It's been a day to take some time out and remember our fallen hero's, which I did at 11am this morning along with the nation.
Hopefully, I'll get on the bike tomorrow and catch up on the session that I missed tonight.
The Cape Epic gets ever closer!
Col Du Galibier.........
I did my own spin set this morning. Avoiding the Scottish hills went for steady climb up the Col Du Galibier. Now the Bigman and Wee Yin have done this in real life and as I couldn't teleport myself to France I did all this in front of the telly in the gym.
So in reality, my Col du Galibier may have been no more that Col du Carnock! Did I care, most certainly not. I'd worked hard to climb my Col and could rightly claim whichever Col I wanted so Col du Galibier it is.
Tomorrow, the real col du cliesh awaits! Going to be good fun getting out with the posse.....
So in reality, my Col du Galibier may have been no more that Col du Carnock! Did I care, most certainly not. I'd worked hard to climb my Col and could rightly claim whichever Col I wanted so Col du Galibier it is.
Tomorrow, the real col du cliesh awaits! Going to be good fun getting out with the posse.....
Monday, 9 November 2009
Spinning up stage 3 of the Cape Epic
Tonight, Bigman retreated to teh relative warmth of the Cowdenbeath Sports Centre for a spinning class accompanied by The Fit One.
It was a tough session. After forty five minutes Bigman made it look like the swimming pool had moved to a new location with oddles of puddles lying around his spin bike!
After the class, the duo exchanged notes. The Fit One felt it was less than a Col du Cleish. Bigman was hoping it was more like a stage 3
Time will tell!!!
It was a tough session. After forty five minutes Bigman made it look like the swimming pool had moved to a new location with oddles of puddles lying around his spin bike!
After the class, the duo exchanged notes. The Fit One felt it was less than a Col du Cleish. Bigman was hoping it was more like a stage 3
Time will tell!!!
Sunday, 8 November 2009
If you go down to the woods today ....................
The Wee Yin and Bigman headed out on a clear and crisp November day intent on exploring the off road route between the North Face of Col du Cleish and Mont VeKnockhill.
Folklore has is said that a road runs through the 'enchanted' forest and comes out just south of the summit of Mont VeKnockhill. A night cycle was being planned and it seemed a goo idea to explore in daylight.
It was a cracking day with no wind and brilliant sunshine. The climb up and over Cleish was a joy with superb views over the carpet of fields below. In areas where the sun had not climbed high enough to wipe away shadows the frost still lay white from overnight.
At the appropriate forest entrance the adventurous duo turned right off the tarmac road and immediately on to a hilll climb that felt like cycling through treacle as if the gravel was hugging the tyres holding the riders back as if warning against going deeper into the forest.
It quickly became clear this forest road had Forestry Commission monster trucks travelling this route. The gouges in the track were three feet wide and at least two feet deep.
The duo persisted and climbed the hill before the road started to drop. The pair could have been forgiven for thinking this must be the route out of the forest. It was not to be. Instead there was one of the finest turning points ever created in the middle of a forest
At this point, an un-named party who had spread malicious rumours about a 'fine cycle' through the forest was being considered in an ungracious way! There was nothing else to do but re-climb the hill through the 'ravines' of tractor trails. The journey back to the the road was 'quiet' in that sort of mutual understanding sort of way!
The climb up the North Face was indeed straight forward compared to the recent experience.
It will be some time before we return to that 'fine cycle'!
Back on track....
It was yet another fab day and all the encouragement I needed to grab the running shoes and head out.
I picked a route that took me up to Dunfermline, onto the cycle track, down to Blairhall and back home. It was a stunner. The views back over to Grangemouth were immense. Hopefully you can see the steam rising in the distance.
I found the run easier than expected. I've taken my running fairly easy since the Loch Ness Marathon. They say it takes a day per mile run to recover from a big event and therefore I should have rested for 26 days. I didn't and I wonder if that had an impact on my other training because I've been quite tired of late.
When I was on the bike path I passed a guy with a retriever wandering along. About 15 minutes later I saw the same guy strolling back towards Comrie. I wondered which path was the shortcut and decided to stop to find out. So I did. He looked at me obviously not understanding the question. Turned out to be an identically dresses bloke with the same type of dog. Hugely embarrassing. I suppose at least I learned that no shortcut on to the cycle path at Comrie!
I watched the first programme in a series on the Extreme Sports channel about the Cape Epic. It showed stage 1 of this year's race. Food for thought. Big hills with loads of climbing seemed to be the theme. I'm going to record the entire series and have a Cape Epic fest one evening with the Bigman. So excited about the race!
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Baby it's cold outside....
Winter has gripped Fife this week and the cold weather continued and as the Bigman has already re-counted it was frosty and had potential to be a bit slippy.
It was good to meet the Shredder and he's a welcome addition to the posse. Sadly for Mrs Shredder the day has generated a rather long list for Santa as bike kit requirements grew by the mile. So much so a pre-emptive warning call was made from the cafe to start the requests in case any were forgotten by the time he made it home! He was a bold boy heading out in shorts and fingerless gloves but maybe he was just proving his hard northern credentials!
As well as the taloned birds swooping around a big metal bird landed beside us at Milnathort. It turned out to be microlight landing at the small landing strip beside the road - it was a spectatular sight. I can't imagine getting in one of these machines - too scary by half.
We had a great laugh today as well as a good cycle. The banter was great!
I was really pleased that the Shredder made it over Cleish nearing the end of the bike ride. Given he hadn't been out for a few months it was an impressive return.
It was good to meet the Shredder and he's a welcome addition to the posse. Sadly for Mrs Shredder the day has generated a rather long list for Santa as bike kit requirements grew by the mile. So much so a pre-emptive warning call was made from the cafe to start the requests in case any were forgotten by the time he made it home! He was a bold boy heading out in shorts and fingerless gloves but maybe he was just proving his hard northern credentials!
As well as the taloned birds swooping around a big metal bird landed beside us at Milnathort. It turned out to be microlight landing at the small landing strip beside the road - it was a spectatular sight. I can't imagine getting in one of these machines - too scary by half.
We had a great laugh today as well as a good cycle. The banter was great!
I was really pleased that the Shredder made it over Cleish nearing the end of the bike ride. Given he hadn't been out for a few months it was an impressive return.
The Shredder destroys the North Face
The Posse welcomed a new member today. The Shredder had a tadge of apprehension in joining the Posse on the Saturday morning outing.
He was joined by the usual bandits, The Ironman, The Fit One, Santiago and The Bigman as they headed out on a frosty morning with ice clad cars at 08.30 in the morning as the sun climbed in the sky.
These are the kind of days where the views can be crystal clear yet the bends may hide catastrophe with small areas of black ice, enough to take out a cyclist on skinny road tyres that grip very little road at the best of times.
With a depleted Dark Knights Posse on Wednesday, there was much news to catch up on. Concerns about jobs, challenges around the volume of work to be done and limited time to do it, challenges around fitting in family responsibilities. A challenge shared is less of a burden.
John Lennon once wrote, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." Saturday morning Posse outings give you the chance to live in that moment whilst sharing it with others.
The Shredder was tearing up the road as the Posse headed up and over Mont VeKnockhill towards Yetts of Muchart. The scene was like viewing the landscape through a camera filter. The bowns were very orange against a skyline that was bluer than blue. One of these dramatic landscape often captured in calendars.
The plan was then to head to Milnathort in pursuit formation maximising efficiency as the team cut through the icy cold air. As the posse cruised along the road, a buzzard glided along in front of the posse as if seeking to be part of the team. It flexed its massive wingspan puffing out its chest, proud to be leading the Posse. An amazing sight that may have lasted for only minutes however had the posse transfixed on the ease with which it moved through the air.
The Shredder had the added 'benefit' of being extra cool with his cycling shorts and fingerless mitts. A quick call to Santa Claus and Winter Longs have now been added to the Christmas List.
It may have seemed harsh on his first outing with the Posse, however it has to happen some time and so today was as a good a day as any to tackle the North Face of the iconic Col du Cleish.
And so, after refreshments in the cafe in Kinross, The North Face was the target. The steepest part is at the start of the climb. Bigman encouraged The Shredder by helping him understand that burning lungs that feel like bursting was a good sign as it acted like a barometer for his fitness. The Shredder confirmed his lungs were bursting, and on fire, his legs felt like lead, but he could still feel his fingers. The Fit One confirmed this was a good sign as it demonstrated he was still alive! The Posse belief in positive mental attitude and always seek to encourage.
With loads of encouragement and no physical aid, The Shredder arrived at the crest of the Col du Cleish. He is now truly a member of the Posse.
It has been some time since the Posse has had a road bike race at the Bus Museum sprint. The Fit One was chatting away about technical bike maintenance training and was tucked in behind Santiago. To chase down a break he would have to first move clear. The Ironman was pondering when to make his move when the peace was shattered by Bigman pummelling the pedals to build a lead on the downhill stage before the road reared up in front of him. Santiago moved down on the tri bars and kicked down eventually passing Bigman and looked good to win the sprint when, with the virtual finish line in sight, the power drained from his legs faster than the Wingman downs a pint of cider at the Seven Kings on a Friday evening!
Bigman powered passed however The Ironman continued to pursue with steel in his eye. Bigman managed to hang in there but, without question, Ironman was a new man from the Thursday evening outing. Clearly the iron lung is back!
Meanwhile, The Fit One was conducting an assessment as to why his pedals were turning so fast without pace to match? Cruising in the middle ring was the answer.
It was another fantastic day out with the Posse and 64 km nearer the Cape Epic. It will take many more Col du Cleish climbs to get prepared for stage 3 of the Cape Epic.
He was joined by the usual bandits, The Ironman, The Fit One, Santiago and The Bigman as they headed out on a frosty morning with ice clad cars at 08.30 in the morning as the sun climbed in the sky.
These are the kind of days where the views can be crystal clear yet the bends may hide catastrophe with small areas of black ice, enough to take out a cyclist on skinny road tyres that grip very little road at the best of times.
With a depleted Dark Knights Posse on Wednesday, there was much news to catch up on. Concerns about jobs, challenges around the volume of work to be done and limited time to do it, challenges around fitting in family responsibilities. A challenge shared is less of a burden.
John Lennon once wrote, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." Saturday morning Posse outings give you the chance to live in that moment whilst sharing it with others.
The Shredder was tearing up the road as the Posse headed up and over Mont VeKnockhill towards Yetts of Muchart. The scene was like viewing the landscape through a camera filter. The bowns were very orange against a skyline that was bluer than blue. One of these dramatic landscape often captured in calendars.
The plan was then to head to Milnathort in pursuit formation maximising efficiency as the team cut through the icy cold air. As the posse cruised along the road, a buzzard glided along in front of the posse as if seeking to be part of the team. It flexed its massive wingspan puffing out its chest, proud to be leading the Posse. An amazing sight that may have lasted for only minutes however had the posse transfixed on the ease with which it moved through the air.
The Shredder had the added 'benefit' of being extra cool with his cycling shorts and fingerless mitts. A quick call to Santa Claus and Winter Longs have now been added to the Christmas List.
It may have seemed harsh on his first outing with the Posse, however it has to happen some time and so today was as a good a day as any to tackle the North Face of the iconic Col du Cleish.
And so, after refreshments in the cafe in Kinross, The North Face was the target. The steepest part is at the start of the climb. Bigman encouraged The Shredder by helping him understand that burning lungs that feel like bursting was a good sign as it acted like a barometer for his fitness. The Shredder confirmed his lungs were bursting, and on fire, his legs felt like lead, but he could still feel his fingers. The Fit One confirmed this was a good sign as it demonstrated he was still alive! The Posse belief in positive mental attitude and always seek to encourage.
With loads of encouragement and no physical aid, The Shredder arrived at the crest of the Col du Cleish. He is now truly a member of the Posse.
It has been some time since the Posse has had a road bike race at the Bus Museum sprint. The Fit One was chatting away about technical bike maintenance training and was tucked in behind Santiago. To chase down a break he would have to first move clear. The Ironman was pondering when to make his move when the peace was shattered by Bigman pummelling the pedals to build a lead on the downhill stage before the road reared up in front of him. Santiago moved down on the tri bars and kicked down eventually passing Bigman and looked good to win the sprint when, with the virtual finish line in sight, the power drained from his legs faster than the Wingman downs a pint of cider at the Seven Kings on a Friday evening!
Bigman powered passed however The Ironman continued to pursue with steel in his eye. Bigman managed to hang in there but, without question, Ironman was a new man from the Thursday evening outing. Clearly the iron lung is back!
Meanwhile, The Fit One was conducting an assessment as to why his pedals were turning so fast without pace to match? Cruising in the middle ring was the answer.
It was another fantastic day out with the Posse and 64 km nearer the Cape Epic. It will take many more Col du Cleish climbs to get prepared for stage 3 of the Cape Epic.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Cape Epic 2010 announces Wagon Trail challenge for the Posse
Looks like Col du Cleish just a lot larger and a lot longer!Stage 3:
Date: 23 March 2010Start/Finish: CeresDistance: 115kmClimbing: 2280m
Riders get to warm up on undulating terrain before facing the major obstacle of the day and perhaps of the whole race, this high mountain and the radical descent will determine Stage 3. It appears in two parts of which the first follows a wagon trail at a 12% gradient, built over a hundred years ago and becoming continuously more rugged as the climb goes on. A short flat section follows allowing for some recovery, and giving riders a view of the peak high above which will soon be referred to as Mount Evilrest. The surface to the summit is smooth but the gradients reach 25%. Up on top riders will get rewarded with 360 degree views before plunging into the long and technical descend over big boulders and washouts deep enough to swallow both rider and bike! This is truly rugged but fun mountain biking terrain and slower riders will take a good hour before some temporary relief awaits them on the flat, gravel roads to the last water point and before the Gouda Pass descent. Although from here one can see Ceres at the bottom of the valley – the flat stretch back into town seems to go on forever. This could be the epic day of all epic days.
Date: 23 March 2010Start/Finish: CeresDistance: 115kmClimbing: 2280m
Riders get to warm up on undulating terrain before facing the major obstacle of the day and perhaps of the whole race, this high mountain and the radical descent will determine Stage 3. It appears in two parts of which the first follows a wagon trail at a 12% gradient, built over a hundred years ago and becoming continuously more rugged as the climb goes on. A short flat section follows allowing for some recovery, and giving riders a view of the peak high above which will soon be referred to as Mount Evilrest. The surface to the summit is smooth but the gradients reach 25%. Up on top riders will get rewarded with 360 degree views before plunging into the long and technical descend over big boulders and washouts deep enough to swallow both rider and bike! This is truly rugged but fun mountain biking terrain and slower riders will take a good hour before some temporary relief awaits them on the flat, gravel roads to the last water point and before the Gouda Pass descent. Although from here one can see Ceres at the bottom of the valley – the flat stretch back into town seems to go on forever. This could be the epic day of all epic days.
The morning after the night before
Bigman and The Ironman were slacking last night as the posse headed for Col du Cleish.
The Wee Yin, The Fit One, Marathon Man, Junior II was out on the The Bullet Proof Bomb (Tandem team)with a new member of the Ant Hill Mob - Clyde, along with The Miners Daughter.
It was a cracking night with a good doze of frost threatening as the posse set off from Dunfie. Some new members of the posse meant loads of opportunity for people to exchange stories. Unfortunately The Ironman was not present to regale stories of his epic adventure in the Ironman New Zealand earlier this year. There is also next week!!!!
The great news everyone mad it to the top of Col du Cleish. Off course it was appropriate to introduce new posse members to the monument to the Gruesome Twosome alongside Loch Fitone at Yellowstone Country Park. The Fit One was on his road bike when a challenge was put in by The Anthill Mob by the famous Bus Museum Sprint Stage.
There remains a lack of clarity about the winner. More to be reported later.
The increased numbers this week should make for a massive posse next week when Knight Rider will also be back in the saddle.
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Rocket over Cleish as The Ironman sparkles
With the Bigman and Ironman both posted missing in action from the Dark Knights posse climb up Col du Cleish last night, they managed to fit in an extra outing tonight.
Bigman was at a black tie dinner last night and needed to work off the excesses of a 'death by chocolate ' pudding. It was a cracking night.
The fireworks were exploding high in the sky over Pittencrieff Park as the small yet perfectly formed posse climbed to Cleish. There was not a breath of wind and an inkling of frosty breath as they neared the crest.
The view across to kinross was magical and mystical with a slice of haze cutting the skyline in two.
It has been nearly 5 days since they rode out together and so there was much to cover. The climb back over Knockhill was just as magical. The clouds of steam rising from Grangemouth on the other side of the forth were like plumbline rising directly from the chimney stacks.
All was silent and the world was at peace .............................. at least in that place , at that time.
Another 40 kilometres nearer the Cape Epic. An email was received tonight asking for a deposit for the transponder that will measure times on each leg. A reminder also to update your bio.
Also a reminder to sort out team kit. It is all getting very close. Almost down to 18 weeks to go.
Bigman was at a black tie dinner last night and needed to work off the excesses of a 'death by chocolate ' pudding. It was a cracking night.
The fireworks were exploding high in the sky over Pittencrieff Park as the small yet perfectly formed posse climbed to Cleish. There was not a breath of wind and an inkling of frosty breath as they neared the crest.
The view across to kinross was magical and mystical with a slice of haze cutting the skyline in two.
It has been nearly 5 days since they rode out together and so there was much to cover. The climb back over Knockhill was just as magical. The clouds of steam rising from Grangemouth on the other side of the forth were like plumbline rising directly from the chimney stacks.
All was silent and the world was at peace .............................. at least in that place , at that time.
Another 40 kilometres nearer the Cape Epic. An email was received tonight asking for a deposit for the transponder that will measure times on each leg. A reminder also to update your bio.
Also a reminder to sort out team kit. It is all getting very close. Almost down to 18 weeks to go.
Bigman does his Guy Fawks......
Guy Fawkes also known as Guido Fawkes, the name he adopted while fighting for the Spanish in the Low Countries
The Bigman, the name he adopted whilst biking in the central belt, was like Guy Fawkes setting fire to the road tonight. He was climbing at speeds only known to him with me, legs like jelly and guts churning, gasping air like a beached fish trailing in his wake. He was on fire.
The Bigman has maitained his impressive fitness levels from his summer alpine bike climbing and seems to have built on it. Maybe the spin classes in Cowdenbeath rank as a category 1 spin classes but his strength is mighty impressive.
The evening was a cracker. A pretty full moon guided our path and the fireworks over Dunfermline and Edinburgh were an impressive site. My heart was lifted by the sight.
We met at the usual spot and headed up Cleish. We swopped stories but I was struggling right from the start. We didn't hang about and the hill passed quickly. Once we had climbed a quick check confirmed we were going for the full circle over knockhill. The view of the moonlight on Loch Leven was stunning - it made me so grateful that I'd come out and not sat in front of the telly.
We rocked along to the bottom of Knockhill. The climb up Knockhill was good but as we reached the last section the Bigman pulled away and opened up a 80 yard gap - it showed the gulf in class!
We parted at the bottom of Knockhill and I set off to Saline and home. I was enjoying the moonlight so much I took the opportunity to switch off the front light on the last single track section - it was safe because I knew the road was straight and I only put my hand over the light but it was exhilirating biking in the dark!
The bigman lit the fireworks - I was the roman candle that went fuff. Still I stuck in and really enjoyed the evening.
The Bigman is good company.
The Bigman, the name he adopted whilst biking in the central belt, was like Guy Fawkes setting fire to the road tonight. He was climbing at speeds only known to him with me, legs like jelly and guts churning, gasping air like a beached fish trailing in his wake. He was on fire.
The Bigman has maitained his impressive fitness levels from his summer alpine bike climbing and seems to have built on it. Maybe the spin classes in Cowdenbeath rank as a category 1 spin classes but his strength is mighty impressive.
The evening was a cracker. A pretty full moon guided our path and the fireworks over Dunfermline and Edinburgh were an impressive site. My heart was lifted by the sight.
We met at the usual spot and headed up Cleish. We swopped stories but I was struggling right from the start. We didn't hang about and the hill passed quickly. Once we had climbed a quick check confirmed we were going for the full circle over knockhill. The view of the moonlight on Loch Leven was stunning - it made me so grateful that I'd come out and not sat in front of the telly.
We rocked along to the bottom of Knockhill. The climb up Knockhill was good but as we reached the last section the Bigman pulled away and opened up a 80 yard gap - it showed the gulf in class!
We parted at the bottom of Knockhill and I set off to Saline and home. I was enjoying the moonlight so much I took the opportunity to switch off the front light on the last single track section - it was safe because I knew the road was straight and I only put my hand over the light but it was exhilirating biking in the dark!
The bigman lit the fireworks - I was the roman candle that went fuff. Still I stuck in and really enjoyed the evening.
The Bigman is good company.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Winter's chill in the air...
The weather turned today. So far the Autumn has been about the best weather we have had so far this year - dry and mild.
Today a northerly blast brought the temperatures back to more normal and it felt baltic.
I had considered getting out into the col after work but after a quick walk with the dog decided an indoor workout was a more sensible option. I'd plugged in my iPod and it downloaded a new podcast from Sufferfest - I was excited at the thought of a new sweatfest as I thrashed myself on my spin bike to some great music and biking clips. I was gutted to find out it was only an advert for the next edition.
I decided regardless to crack on did an interval session focussed on 3 10 minute intervals with sprints and tempo sessions as well.
It was a good hour on the bike. I decided to crack on and do some weights as well.
Moonwalker was away so I cranked up the music and really enjoyed the workout! Tomorrow is a run day - if it's dry I head out first thing with the pooch....
Today a northerly blast brought the temperatures back to more normal and it felt baltic.
I had considered getting out into the col after work but after a quick walk with the dog decided an indoor workout was a more sensible option. I'd plugged in my iPod and it downloaded a new podcast from Sufferfest - I was excited at the thought of a new sweatfest as I thrashed myself on my spin bike to some great music and biking clips. I was gutted to find out it was only an advert for the next edition.
I decided regardless to crack on did an interval session focussed on 3 10 minute intervals with sprints and tempo sessions as well.
It was a good hour on the bike. I decided to crack on and do some weights as well.
Moonwalker was away so I cranked up the music and really enjoyed the workout! Tomorrow is a run day - if it's dry I head out first thing with the pooch....
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Good to be back
After my jaunt to the States last week it was great to be out on the bike again. Winter bikes were selected by those with a choice which in itself was probably a mad call given the warmth of the late Autumn sun and blue skies.
It was good to see the posse again and catch up with marathon man again. I shared my stories of Loch Ness and the 5 mile run I did in Central Park. It was as I was verbally puffing out my chest that I realised that marathon man can run a marathon at the pace I ran my recent 5 mile race at. He is an athlete and very close to qualifying for entry into some of the big races on a good for age grading.
Yesterday made us all realise how good it is to live in West Fife. The autumn colours and leaves falling are a stunning site creating an amazing palette across the landscape. In New York I saw loads of bikers cycling round Central Park. They have nowhere else to go other tackle the busy NY roads and mad drivers so they pedal round and round the park. West Fife offers miles of relatively quiet roads - well apart from the odd boy racer and impatient road rager.
The Fit One's brush with the wing mirror yesterday was a scary reminder that we share the road and not all drivers take the care they should overtaking.
As the afternoon sun was setting I grabbed my running shoes, inspired by my entry into the Outlaw, and ran 4 miles. It was still warm and the late sun was setting in the west - just stunning. A weights session closed out the exercise for the day. Core strength is going to be important in South Africa and I have loads of core to work on!!
It was good to see the posse again and catch up with marathon man again. I shared my stories of Loch Ness and the 5 mile run I did in Central Park. It was as I was verbally puffing out my chest that I realised that marathon man can run a marathon at the pace I ran my recent 5 mile race at. He is an athlete and very close to qualifying for entry into some of the big races on a good for age grading.
Yesterday made us all realise how good it is to live in West Fife. The autumn colours and leaves falling are a stunning site creating an amazing palette across the landscape. In New York I saw loads of bikers cycling round Central Park. They have nowhere else to go other tackle the busy NY roads and mad drivers so they pedal round and round the park. West Fife offers miles of relatively quiet roads - well apart from the odd boy racer and impatient road rager.
The Fit One's brush with the wing mirror yesterday was a scary reminder that we share the road and not all drivers take the care they should overtaking.
As the afternoon sun was setting I grabbed my running shoes, inspired by my entry into the Outlaw, and ran 4 miles. It was still warm and the late sun was setting in the west - just stunning. A weights session closed out the exercise for the day. Core strength is going to be important in South Africa and I have loads of core to work on!!
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