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.
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Saturday, 21 November 2009
Saturday, 7 November 2009
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
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.
Saturday, 26 September 2009
The Duracell duels with Range Rover
With the Ironman tapering down for his Nessie Marathon next week, a flattish route was the venue for today's outing on the road bikes.
With The Fit One unavailable for team selection today, the posse was made up of some old favourites. Santiago has not been on his bike since the Col du Carnock International meet at the end of August but has now got over his disappointment on not achieving a podium position. Similarly, The Duracell returned to the saddle with the posse for the first time since the Col du Carnock meet. It feels like so long since the Marathon Man last came out with the posse, that it was probably around the time some bloke was talking about taking a giant step for mankind. Bigman and The Ironman made up the complement.
What a cracking day. A stiff breeze out of the west would make it a challenging push out to the wild west. Stirling and the Corrieri's Cafe was the target destination. The sun was shining brilliantly and the temperature was racing up to 17 degrees. Bigman was taking no chances and went for full winter fleecy longs. Santiago has missed the changing season and was resplendant in summer gear. The Duracell had full change of clothes for all seasons in his saddle bags.
The Ironman joined the posse on the cycle track to Clackmannan having done a wee 4 mile jog to warm up before coming out. The banter along the cycle track to Clackmannan was tremendous as the pairings changed enabling each rider to catch up on what had been happening in the lives of others. The watching dog walkers tipped their forehead in recognition of the posse as it passed by. Perhaps they are part of the 650 highly intelligent blog watchers reading these pages. Many people of all shapes and sizes, ages and sports were represented on the cycle track today. The sun has that affect on people.
The miles sped past as the posse chatted their way to Stirling with limited race activity. Well not until the smell of fresh coffee reached the nostrils of the Duracell. The Duracell is a renowned connosseur of fine coffee and after the last roundabout he drove his spurs into the Dawes and over a 300 yards distance wound up to warp 9. Santiago was shaken as the wake from sonic waves washed by. Bigman spotted the move and slotted into the wind tunnel The duracell had created. In reality, he was sucked in as he was following just behind as warp power was achieved.
The traffic was moving slowly ( around 25 mph) and so Bigman 'road the wave' of a transit van all the way to the cafe.
It would be inappropriate to report who ate what. Suffice to say three of the posse enjoyed a fine hot segment Apple and Caramel tart doused in vanilla ice cream to build carbs for the return journey.
A decision was made to return by a different route. The posse would climb to Fishcross and ride along the ridge towards Coalsnaughton. The views acorss the Ochil mountain range was superb with Castle Cambell near Dollar looking magnificent as it clung to the hillside. On the way though Fishcross a young and impatient driver rammed his fiesta (complete with go faster tinted glass windows, bazooka looking exhaust pipe, and AC/DC blasting out the sun roof)(at least he has good taste in music)in to first gear and put his pedal to the metal. The smell of burning clutch took Bigman back to Alpe d'Huez with lorries and busses wrestling with the gradient.
Why the need to rush, when there is so much to look at. No time to stand and stare ..........
The Famous Five turned onto the link road across to Forestmill Cafe which includes a slight rise before you reach the cafe. With the exception of the entry to Stirling the ride had been peaceful with limited bursts of testorone induced acceleration. Santiago was about to change all this. As the climb arrived he eased to the front. Bigman sensing the increased urgency moved to match the pace and effortlessly tracked Santiago up the climb. The Marathon Man, showed his lack of match fitness by claiming to not recognise a race was taking place! He missed the signs.
As The duracell approached the junction with the Saline road he shared a wee tip with The Marathon Man about how to beat the junction without losing momentum. Unfortunately on this occassion a 4 litre Range Rover was approaching from the West. Having a rapid risk assessment, The Duracell concluded teh likelihood of the Range Rover coming off worst in the duel wa slight and not one to be banked upon. The Duracell wisely gave way.
The climb over to Gowkhall was a gentle affair with the scenery being inhaled. A great day out covering 45 miles through some of Scotland's finest scenery. Great to be out with such a fine group
With The Fit One unavailable for team selection today, the posse was made up of some old favourites. Santiago has not been on his bike since the Col du Carnock International meet at the end of August but has now got over his disappointment on not achieving a podium position. Similarly, The Duracell returned to the saddle with the posse for the first time since the Col du Carnock meet. It feels like so long since the Marathon Man last came out with the posse, that it was probably around the time some bloke was talking about taking a giant step for mankind. Bigman and The Ironman made up the complement.
What a cracking day. A stiff breeze out of the west would make it a challenging push out to the wild west. Stirling and the Corrieri's Cafe was the target destination. The sun was shining brilliantly and the temperature was racing up to 17 degrees. Bigman was taking no chances and went for full winter fleecy longs. Santiago has missed the changing season and was resplendant in summer gear. The Duracell had full change of clothes for all seasons in his saddle bags.
The Ironman joined the posse on the cycle track to Clackmannan having done a wee 4 mile jog to warm up before coming out. The banter along the cycle track to Clackmannan was tremendous as the pairings changed enabling each rider to catch up on what had been happening in the lives of others. The watching dog walkers tipped their forehead in recognition of the posse as it passed by. Perhaps they are part of the 650 highly intelligent blog watchers reading these pages. Many people of all shapes and sizes, ages and sports were represented on the cycle track today. The sun has that affect on people.
The miles sped past as the posse chatted their way to Stirling with limited race activity. Well not until the smell of fresh coffee reached the nostrils of the Duracell. The Duracell is a renowned connosseur of fine coffee and after the last roundabout he drove his spurs into the Dawes and over a 300 yards distance wound up to warp 9. Santiago was shaken as the wake from sonic waves washed by. Bigman spotted the move and slotted into the wind tunnel The duracell had created. In reality, he was sucked in as he was following just behind as warp power was achieved.
The traffic was moving slowly ( around 25 mph) and so Bigman 'road the wave' of a transit van all the way to the cafe.
It would be inappropriate to report who ate what. Suffice to say three of the posse enjoyed a fine hot segment Apple and Caramel tart doused in vanilla ice cream to build carbs for the return journey.
A decision was made to return by a different route. The posse would climb to Fishcross and ride along the ridge towards Coalsnaughton. The views acorss the Ochil mountain range was superb with Castle Cambell near Dollar looking magnificent as it clung to the hillside. On the way though Fishcross a young and impatient driver rammed his fiesta (complete with go faster tinted glass windows, bazooka looking exhaust pipe, and AC/DC blasting out the sun roof)(at least he has good taste in music)in to first gear and put his pedal to the metal. The smell of burning clutch took Bigman back to Alpe d'Huez with lorries and busses wrestling with the gradient.
Why the need to rush, when there is so much to look at. No time to stand and stare ..........
The Famous Five turned onto the link road across to Forestmill Cafe which includes a slight rise before you reach the cafe. With the exception of the entry to Stirling the ride had been peaceful with limited bursts of testorone induced acceleration. Santiago was about to change all this. As the climb arrived he eased to the front. Bigman sensing the increased urgency moved to match the pace and effortlessly tracked Santiago up the climb. The Marathon Man, showed his lack of match fitness by claiming to not recognise a race was taking place! He missed the signs.
As The duracell approached the junction with the Saline road he shared a wee tip with The Marathon Man about how to beat the junction without losing momentum. Unfortunately on this occassion a 4 litre Range Rover was approaching from the West. Having a rapid risk assessment, The Duracell concluded teh likelihood of the Range Rover coming off worst in the duel wa slight and not one to be banked upon. The Duracell wisely gave way.
The climb over to Gowkhall was a gentle affair with the scenery being inhaled. A great day out covering 45 miles through some of Scotland's finest scenery. Great to be out with such a fine group
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
The Power of too .............. equals mour
It was billed as the race of the Autumn season and it had more thrills, yet no spills, than a Manchester football derby even without added time.
The Fit One and Junior too were wheeling out The Creepy Coupe Tandem Machine (borrowed from the Gruesome Twosome) Have they ever been seen at the same time in the same place???
It was dusk as the pair met up with Bigman on his mountain bike and they headed for a rendezvous with The Ironman just outside Dunfermline en route to race up the iconic ascent of the Col du Cleish.
Earlier in the day the Ironman had left a message to say that he was feeling under the weather with a serious bout of Ironman Flu and would give the outing a miss. Bigman, who had also been suffering from ordinary man flu and had had a 04:30 start yesterday and 05:00 start today was considering giving it a miss. Before listening to the voicemail message, he called The Ironman who was now up for the challenge. How could Bigman call off now?
Last week, Bigman had a battle of the bottle. Did he get on his bike or would sense prevail and crack open a bottle of Pouilly Fume. Sense prevailed and an outing lost. Tonight, with the support of a friend, common sense lost the day and the race was on. It is great how the power of two can spur you on to greatness.
Speaking of which the Gruesome Twosome in the Creepy Coupe were speeding ahead up through Townhill with the scent of victory in their nostrils. Well perhaps only Junior II, as The Fit One was clearing his tubes so frequently there is now a loch at the foot of Cleish.
The duo were in great form, and it is little wonder the charity is called Talking Tandems as the chatted for miles on end.
Despite operating at 60% power, The Ironman powered up and over the crest of Col du Cleish followed by The Bigman and an effortless push by the Gruesome Twosome saw the Creepy Coupe climb the crest. The lights of Kinross and Scotlandwell sparkled in the darkness on a still Perthshire evening. And then it was down the descent of the North Face with The Fit One in pilot position. Ordinarily he is a scary downhiller and Mrs junior II is expecting a little cyclist on Christmas day ( guess what the wee one is getting for Christmas if he pops out on time!)And this was no different. Have you ever seen one of those slow exposure photgraphs taken of car lights at night ..... a long streak of red light ......... this was the creepy coupy streaking down the North Face.
At the foot of the crags, the duo changed postions and Junior II moved to pilot position with The Fit One as the 'Jan Ulrich' engine on the back. Like a scene from Trawlermen, the Duo wound in the white lines, eyeing the horizon as it came closer to their grasp. The orange glow from the flaring at Mossmorran coloured the fluffy clouds brightly. Either that or the Wee Yin had got a bit excited when puting a log or two on the coal fire!
As they crested Cleish, Junior II called for maximum power and Ulrich responded and once again they were off like Dundee fans hearing there were only a few pies left at half time.
The final race point of the evening was close and The Fit One, like a rear gunner from 633 squadron, kept watch on the position of the competitors as they sped down from Cleish building momentum with every pedal stroke. Like a scene from The Descent of Shap on Lejog 2006 when The Duracell on the Dawes called for maximum warp, the creepy Coupe was calling for warp 10 'shouting the immortal words 'Scotty a cannae hold her, she's breakin up'.
The Fit One was calling the strokes from the back and when the Bigman, having tucked in the slipstream went for the win, the Duo stood up in unison and pushed for the line. They have practiced the manouevre well and Torvill and Dean would have been proud of the synchronised movement. The guys accelarated away and the Bigman was defeated and deflated for the first time in many weeks.
This was a brilliant fun evening and the banter was magnificent. A shower of rain reminded us the weather is on the turn however it did not dampen the spirits and there needs to be a revenge match. Will the Creepy Coupe Clobber Cleish next time or will the Ironman once more show his steel. You heard it first here!
The Fit One and Junior too were wheeling out The Creepy Coupe Tandem Machine (borrowed from the Gruesome Twosome) Have they ever been seen at the same time in the same place???
It was dusk as the pair met up with Bigman on his mountain bike and they headed for a rendezvous with The Ironman just outside Dunfermline en route to race up the iconic ascent of the Col du Cleish.
Earlier in the day the Ironman had left a message to say that he was feeling under the weather with a serious bout of Ironman Flu and would give the outing a miss. Bigman, who had also been suffering from ordinary man flu and had had a 04:30 start yesterday and 05:00 start today was considering giving it a miss. Before listening to the voicemail message, he called The Ironman who was now up for the challenge. How could Bigman call off now?
Last week, Bigman had a battle of the bottle. Did he get on his bike or would sense prevail and crack open a bottle of Pouilly Fume. Sense prevailed and an outing lost. Tonight, with the support of a friend, common sense lost the day and the race was on. It is great how the power of two can spur you on to greatness.
Speaking of which the Gruesome Twosome in the Creepy Coupe were speeding ahead up through Townhill with the scent of victory in their nostrils. Well perhaps only Junior II, as The Fit One was clearing his tubes so frequently there is now a loch at the foot of Cleish.
The duo were in great form, and it is little wonder the charity is called Talking Tandems as the chatted for miles on end.
Despite operating at 60% power, The Ironman powered up and over the crest of Col du Cleish followed by The Bigman and an effortless push by the Gruesome Twosome saw the Creepy Coupe climb the crest. The lights of Kinross and Scotlandwell sparkled in the darkness on a still Perthshire evening. And then it was down the descent of the North Face with The Fit One in pilot position. Ordinarily he is a scary downhiller and Mrs junior II is expecting a little cyclist on Christmas day ( guess what the wee one is getting for Christmas if he pops out on time!)And this was no different. Have you ever seen one of those slow exposure photgraphs taken of car lights at night ..... a long streak of red light ......... this was the creepy coupy streaking down the North Face.
At the foot of the crags, the duo changed postions and Junior II moved to pilot position with The Fit One as the 'Jan Ulrich' engine on the back. Like a scene from Trawlermen, the Duo wound in the white lines, eyeing the horizon as it came closer to their grasp. The orange glow from the flaring at Mossmorran coloured the fluffy clouds brightly. Either that or the Wee Yin had got a bit excited when puting a log or two on the coal fire!
As they crested Cleish, Junior II called for maximum power and Ulrich responded and once again they were off like Dundee fans hearing there were only a few pies left at half time.
The final race point of the evening was close and The Fit One, like a rear gunner from 633 squadron, kept watch on the position of the competitors as they sped down from Cleish building momentum with every pedal stroke. Like a scene from The Descent of Shap on Lejog 2006 when The Duracell on the Dawes called for maximum warp, the creepy Coupe was calling for warp 10 'shouting the immortal words 'Scotty a cannae hold her, she's breakin up'.
The Fit One was calling the strokes from the back and when the Bigman, having tucked in the slipstream went for the win, the Duo stood up in unison and pushed for the line. They have practiced the manouevre well and Torvill and Dean would have been proud of the synchronised movement. The guys accelarated away and the Bigman was defeated and deflated for the first time in many weeks.
This was a brilliant fun evening and the banter was magnificent. A shower of rain reminded us the weather is on the turn however it did not dampen the spirits and there needs to be a revenge match. Will the Creepy Coupe Clobber Cleish next time or will the Ironman once more show his steel. You heard it first here!
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Bigman Mountain Man....
It was a grey start in Fife. I met the Bigman at our usual corner and we set off towards Dunning. It was going to be a day of many hills. Many many hills.
As we climbed towards Knockhill, we chatted through our relative weeks, mine involved the theft of my identity, my new laptop, wallet, iPod etc etc - it was a disaster. I can only hope the poor soul who stole my identity makes a better effort of it than me!!!!
Anyway the climb up knockhill gave the first indication of the day that followed. Bigman led the way and I was dropped off the back. The pelaton was not it's usual size with only 2 of us making the trip. I didn't notice much difference from normal but every time the Bigman got in his stride I fell off the back. I assumed that the Bigman's extra training was paying dividents and felt inspired to let him know that he was 'the man' on the hills. Later in the trip he queried why I was dropping back because we weren't climbing exceptionally quickly. This worried me a little. I think training, like in life, you have good and bad days. Today was just a bad day at the office. Don't get me wrong not an entirely bad day at the office becuase we covered 90km at a reasonable speed.
We climbed up the hill to Dunning, me in the wake of the man mountain, and as we reached the top enjoyed the first glimpse of the autumn sunshine.Given we were both in full winter kit we were both operating above temperature...
In Dunning we met the Balingary Bikers. They were half way round the opposite route. We stopped and shared a few stories before setting off to climb the beast. We were reliably informed by the Fit One that this was the climb made famous by the Milk Race whenever the Milk Race was run.
It starts fairly gently before kicking up vertically and heading for the heavens. It's steep, very steep. You start nervously glancing down at the back ring of the big only to realise that you are already on the granny gear. The hill is unrelenting, uncompromising and the toughest bit of road I know. We climbed silently, well apart from the sound of heavy breathing. A high five welcomed us to the top. It had been a great climb.
The hills don't stop here though and continue for the next 6 miles until you drop down into the valley that is home to Milnathort. A quick chat and Loch Leven's Larder was the coffee venue. We arrived tired and happy. I fear that the arrival of 2 sweaty bikers might not be target market to which the Larder aspires but nevertheless we were welcomed enjoyed our carrot cake and scone before setting off home.
Cleish seemed a mear pimple after the hills we had climbed.
We reached the hill at the bus museum. I bided my time. I had after all lulled the Bigman into a false sense of security. I waited and waited. Just a few metres from the top I went for it. A big YeHa as a arrived on his shoulder and nudged past. But it was all in vein as the bigman managed to grab enough centimetres ahead to claim the victory. He had been ready and was geared up for my eventually doomed but carefully planned assalt at the King of the Mountains. He was a mountain man today. The hills were too small and the climbing looked easy. He is in awesome form at the moment.
The breeze home was a nice wind down to what had been a fantastic day out.
Night training was discussed and car deserted roads seem he place to head. We're on a mission to tame the Epic. Derek's ahead in terms of strength and fitness but I'm going to get stuck in and will get there in great shape. Weighed in at 13 st 10 lb which is not bad given my weakness to beer and chocolate in Belgium!
As we climbed towards Knockhill, we chatted through our relative weeks, mine involved the theft of my identity, my new laptop, wallet, iPod etc etc - it was a disaster. I can only hope the poor soul who stole my identity makes a better effort of it than me!!!!
Anyway the climb up knockhill gave the first indication of the day that followed. Bigman led the way and I was dropped off the back. The pelaton was not it's usual size with only 2 of us making the trip. I didn't notice much difference from normal but every time the Bigman got in his stride I fell off the back. I assumed that the Bigman's extra training was paying dividents and felt inspired to let him know that he was 'the man' on the hills. Later in the trip he queried why I was dropping back because we weren't climbing exceptionally quickly. This worried me a little. I think training, like in life, you have good and bad days. Today was just a bad day at the office. Don't get me wrong not an entirely bad day at the office becuase we covered 90km at a reasonable speed.
We climbed up the hill to Dunning, me in the wake of the man mountain, and as we reached the top enjoyed the first glimpse of the autumn sunshine.Given we were both in full winter kit we were both operating above temperature...
In Dunning we met the Balingary Bikers. They were half way round the opposite route. We stopped and shared a few stories before setting off to climb the beast. We were reliably informed by the Fit One that this was the climb made famous by the Milk Race whenever the Milk Race was run.
It starts fairly gently before kicking up vertically and heading for the heavens. It's steep, very steep. You start nervously glancing down at the back ring of the big only to realise that you are already on the granny gear. The hill is unrelenting, uncompromising and the toughest bit of road I know. We climbed silently, well apart from the sound of heavy breathing. A high five welcomed us to the top. It had been a great climb.
The hills don't stop here though and continue for the next 6 miles until you drop down into the valley that is home to Milnathort. A quick chat and Loch Leven's Larder was the coffee venue. We arrived tired and happy. I fear that the arrival of 2 sweaty bikers might not be target market to which the Larder aspires but nevertheless we were welcomed enjoyed our carrot cake and scone before setting off home.
Cleish seemed a mear pimple after the hills we had climbed.
We reached the hill at the bus museum. I bided my time. I had after all lulled the Bigman into a false sense of security. I waited and waited. Just a few metres from the top I went for it. A big YeHa as a arrived on his shoulder and nudged past. But it was all in vein as the bigman managed to grab enough centimetres ahead to claim the victory. He had been ready and was geared up for my eventually doomed but carefully planned assalt at the King of the Mountains. He was a mountain man today. The hills were too small and the climbing looked easy. He is in awesome form at the moment.
The breeze home was a nice wind down to what had been a fantastic day out.
Night training was discussed and car deserted roads seem he place to head. We're on a mission to tame the Epic. Derek's ahead in terms of strength and fitness but I'm going to get stuck in and will get there in great shape. Weighed in at 13 st 10 lb which is not bad given my weakness to beer and chocolate in Belgium!
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Entering the twilight zone ....................
Another cracker of a day and all the promise of a superb autumn evening. What better way to celebrate harvest season but with a twilight outing on the 'tractors'. The Ironman, fresh from international duty,accompanied by BIgman set out for one of Fife's most iconic ascents - Col du Cleish with its chiselled out cliff faces as you ascend the north face complete with hairpin bend (one).
The sun was beginning to rest for the day as it hesitated on the barley fields before turning the country side golden as it hid behind fields before disapperaring from view.
A role reversal took place with the pair swapping clothes. Well, not literally, The Ironman was resplendant in winter longs and full waterproof jacket and winter gloves. The Bigman, instead, went for teh summer look with shorts and fingerless mitts and no waterproof.
The plan was to kit up with full lights and do 4 climb repetitions of Clesih. This means climbing 2000ft, equivalent of 66% of Table Mountain which is day one of the Cape Epic and a distance of 40k which is twice the distance of the Table Mountain climb prologue stage on day 1.
It was great to be out on such a perfect night. The lights of Kinross sparkled as they viewed Perth and Kinross from teh crest of Cleish.
Somewhere out there, The Fit One, Santiago, and Junior II are forming a tandem posse with the Talking Tandem charity crew. It is a great night for cycling.
The sun was beginning to rest for the day as it hesitated on the barley fields before turning the country side golden as it hid behind fields before disapperaring from view.
A role reversal took place with the pair swapping clothes. Well, not literally, The Ironman was resplendant in winter longs and full waterproof jacket and winter gloves. The Bigman, instead, went for teh summer look with shorts and fingerless mitts and no waterproof.
The plan was to kit up with full lights and do 4 climb repetitions of Clesih. This means climbing 2000ft, equivalent of 66% of Table Mountain which is day one of the Cape Epic and a distance of 40k which is twice the distance of the Table Mountain climb prologue stage on day 1.
It was great to be out on such a perfect night. The lights of Kinross sparkled as they viewed Perth and Kinross from teh crest of Cleish.
Somewhere out there, The Fit One, Santiago, and Junior II are forming a tandem posse with the Talking Tandem charity crew. It is a great night for cycling.
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Caledonia etape re-visited
The Indian summer continues unabated and The Bigman and the Wee Yin decide to make the most of the fine weather and re-visit the Caledonian etape route for the first time since the disastrous Tack fiasco earlier in the year.
They set off from Pitlochry with some cloud and intermittent sunshine. It was not long before the clouds were burnt away and the countryside was shining in resplendant autumnal colours as the the fearns begin to turn and the trees start to shed their leaves in readiness for the winter snow.
The Wee Yin has lost none of her Alpine climbing ability as she zoomed up the Queens View.They witnessed an international incident as a Belgian bus and a Dutch bus danced with each other on the narrow raod. The bikes zipped past while the car drivers was with bemusement.
The Community Council have got together to run a cafe and post office in Kinloch Rannoch and this was the destination for the first coffee stop of the day. Quality food and a friendy environment. Bigman considered asking after the Tack man however grace kicked in before the words escaped and he moved on without question. There was very little wind and the Loch was stil in many areas.
As they approached the end of the loch, they met a couple who had lived in Cape Town for most of their lives before returning to Scotland. Bigman could not miss the opportunity to do a bit of a reckie for Cape Epic. Stunning scenery and lovely temperatures. Be sure to take in a game park was the advice. ( Clearly, The Ironman's reputation goes before him) It seems so near yet so far next March. Bigman is living the dream now. They circumvented the loch and headed back the route from which they had come. A couple of reasons - all the tacks may not be washed away and secondly Bigman had to be back for fives that evening. The reduced route of 65 miles would allow for a spot of lunch at the Loch Tummel Inn with stunning views over the loch.
Pitlochry was merely a short hop back. At an average speed of 26kph and elapsed time of just under 4 hours, a fantastic day out was had and it was great to experience such brilliant hospitality once again from the people of Perthshire. Bigman is about to sign up for Caledonian Etape 2010. Amongst his cycling compadres and in his 51st year, he will be in a class of his own, The Master Class.
Monday, 7 September 2009
Weekend Catch Up.....
What a weekend - quite amazing.
Thought I'd catch up with the activity of the weekend. The boys had been over and we had taken part in the annual competition for the golf mug - more hotly competed for than the Ryder Cup.....needless to say I didn't win.
One of the golfers over from Ireland was the Gasman, an anaesthetist by profession, joined us on the bike ride. The Fit One kindly provided the felt from his growing stock of bikes and also a pair of shoes. He's a good man that Fit One. So we set off top the Bigman's to be met by the wee yin and duracell. The bike ride was wet. Very wet. Oh and cold. Shorts were very inappropriate!
We climbed Knockhill sharing the stories of the week. The Fit One and Gasman leading the climb with the rest of us blethering through the rain. It felt like a November morning, again! The rain briefly abated at Yetts O Muckart, not for long but long enough to reach the fab Loch Leven's Larder. As the bigman said the carb loading went down a storm with the fruit scones (and square sausage) going down a storm!
The ride home was great and we all were glad to get back and into the shower to warm up. The Gasman enjoyed the ride - it was a good 75km round trip which was a bit longer than his normal bike run but he coped easily and we all enjoyed his company. The Gasman is one of life's gentlemen. A great friend and he is welcome to join the Crusaders any time.
Sunday was a run day. I planned to do 18 miles but had to stop after 12 because of chaffing. It was really painful. I've made some really stupid mistakes going running recently like forgetting water but to forget to vaseline my bits was a stupid in the extreme and I learnt a painful lesson! The shower after was an experience I'll not forget!
So the week ahead is lining up - run/bike tomorrow, bike Wednesday and then run again Thursday. Lots of work to do this week so going to have to make the time in the midst of it all.
Feeling good. 4 weeks to Loch Ness marathon......
Thought I'd catch up with the activity of the weekend. The boys had been over and we had taken part in the annual competition for the golf mug - more hotly competed for than the Ryder Cup.....needless to say I didn't win.
One of the golfers over from Ireland was the Gasman, an anaesthetist by profession, joined us on the bike ride. The Fit One kindly provided the felt from his growing stock of bikes and also a pair of shoes. He's a good man that Fit One. So we set off top the Bigman's to be met by the wee yin and duracell. The bike ride was wet. Very wet. Oh and cold. Shorts were very inappropriate!
We climbed Knockhill sharing the stories of the week. The Fit One and Gasman leading the climb with the rest of us blethering through the rain. It felt like a November morning, again! The rain briefly abated at Yetts O Muckart, not for long but long enough to reach the fab Loch Leven's Larder. As the bigman said the carb loading went down a storm with the fruit scones (and square sausage) going down a storm!
The ride home was great and we all were glad to get back and into the shower to warm up. The Gasman enjoyed the ride - it was a good 75km round trip which was a bit longer than his normal bike run but he coped easily and we all enjoyed his company. The Gasman is one of life's gentlemen. A great friend and he is welcome to join the Crusaders any time.
Sunday was a run day. I planned to do 18 miles but had to stop after 12 because of chaffing. It was really painful. I've made some really stupid mistakes going running recently like forgetting water but to forget to vaseline my bits was a stupid in the extreme and I learnt a painful lesson! The shower after was an experience I'll not forget!
So the week ahead is lining up - run/bike tomorrow, bike Wednesday and then run again Thursday. Lots of work to do this week so going to have to make the time in the midst of it all.
Feeling good. 4 weeks to Loch Ness marathon......
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Awesome climbs and scary drops
Just to reiterate the last post. What an awesome day we had yesterday. The whole event was organised by a company called No Fuss and I have to say the day was brilliantly set up. From the moment we arrived and signed in we both felt in good hands.
Bigman stole my race number when he arrived - it caused all sort of confusion but it turned out they thought we were a team not individuals. Anyway with my new number we set off. The climbs were testing but gave us road monkeys the chance to take a few places. Sadly, we lost the places gained on the downhills....
We played cat and mouse with people through the first 50 minutes of the course catching on the uphills, sharing the craic and the getting passed on the downhills.
I suppose yesterday was a learning experience and I think certainly for me I need to focus on the technical side of riding - the roots were a nightmare and I so struggled and went over 3 times. Despite the falls it was great fun.
The Bigman was storming yesterday and really strong. He was immense on the climbs and grew in confidence as the laps went on. It was a shame he snapped his chain - he was consistent in lap times and looked strong, if not midgy eaten at the end.
As he has mentioned I knew I was in trouble in lap 3 - my whole upper body was sore and my arm was getting increasingly numb. By the end of lap 3 I couldn't change gear and braking became more difficult. By the end of lap 4 I called into the medical tent for advice. They told me that they couldn't stop me but if they could they would. Given this was a training event I decided discretion over valour and packed in. Initially I felt rotten about the decision but as the afternoon went on I knew it was the right thing to do.
I think I'll pay a visit to the doc in the morning to find out what is wrong. I had this before I did Ironman NZ - didn't stop me racing and I'm sure that I'll be 100% soon.
Yesterday made me even more aware of the fitness levels I will need to achieve to get what I want out of the Cape Epic - it also built my confidence as I know that we'll be able to do it. I did some calculations based on time, distances and climbs and I think whilst we won't win we will finish.
Bigman is a great team mate. He could have gone quicker without me but every time he got ahead he would slow down and when I caught up he always had a word of encouragement. We shared our thoughts on strategy and agreed a plan for the day - it wasn't difficult, there was no arguments and I don't remember exactly who suggested what but between us we came up with a plan that was working until my arm gave up.
The strength that you get working in a team is also a factor that can't be underestimated and I think that we'll work well together in South Africa.
It's going to be great!
Bigman stole my race number when he arrived - it caused all sort of confusion but it turned out they thought we were a team not individuals. Anyway with my new number we set off. The climbs were testing but gave us road monkeys the chance to take a few places. Sadly, we lost the places gained on the downhills....
We played cat and mouse with people through the first 50 minutes of the course catching on the uphills, sharing the craic and the getting passed on the downhills.
I suppose yesterday was a learning experience and I think certainly for me I need to focus on the technical side of riding - the roots were a nightmare and I so struggled and went over 3 times. Despite the falls it was great fun.
The Bigman was storming yesterday and really strong. He was immense on the climbs and grew in confidence as the laps went on. It was a shame he snapped his chain - he was consistent in lap times and looked strong, if not midgy eaten at the end.
As he has mentioned I knew I was in trouble in lap 3 - my whole upper body was sore and my arm was getting increasingly numb. By the end of lap 3 I couldn't change gear and braking became more difficult. By the end of lap 4 I called into the medical tent for advice. They told me that they couldn't stop me but if they could they would. Given this was a training event I decided discretion over valour and packed in. Initially I felt rotten about the decision but as the afternoon went on I knew it was the right thing to do.
I think I'll pay a visit to the doc in the morning to find out what is wrong. I had this before I did Ironman NZ - didn't stop me racing and I'm sure that I'll be 100% soon.
Yesterday made me even more aware of the fitness levels I will need to achieve to get what I want out of the Cape Epic - it also built my confidence as I know that we'll be able to do it. I did some calculations based on time, distances and climbs and I think whilst we won't win we will finish.
Bigman is a great team mate. He could have gone quicker without me but every time he got ahead he would slow down and when I caught up he always had a word of encouragement. We shared our thoughts on strategy and agreed a plan for the day - it wasn't difficult, there was no arguments and I don't remember exactly who suggested what but between us we came up with a plan that was working until my arm gave up.
The strength that you get working in a team is also a factor that can't be underestimated and I think that we'll work well together in South Africa.
It's going to be great!
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Wings in my feet....
The boys were out on the bikes - the bigman will post later I suspect!
I set off for a 8 mile run in the late afternoon sun. It had been a full on day at work. Very satisfying but busy so getting out for a run was a real stress buster.
I'm not sure why but for the last few weeks I've been struggling. Every run have been a challenge, motivation has been low and I've been feeling really tired. Today was different. Very different. I felt alive. My shoes felt light, my feet had wings and I felt great.
The plan was to run for just over an hour. It was a warm evening and with some great music in the ipod I set off up to Dunfermline. I have to confess to a hint of jelousy at the guys heading out on the bikes but I was focussed on putting in an excellent session.
The bigman sent me some stuff on excelling last night. Inspirational!
So whilst thinking about the life the universe and everything it came to me how fortunate I've been. Running has provided a new lease of life. I'm fitter than I was 10 years ago which is cool but the running led to biking and biking opened up new friendships.
When I lived in Edinburgh I was a member of a tri club which was good but I never really bonded with the group - I always felt too fat and untri like. We moved over to Fife and I met the Bigman - we were introduced because a mutual friend recognised our shared love of biking. Since then I've got to know the Bigman, Fit One, Santiago, the Doc, Marathon Man, Duracell, Junior and a good few others - relationships and good friends are what makes life special and I'm very grateful I moved to Fife 2 years ago. A good move!
Anyway I finished with a sprint up the last couple of hills inspired by the Bigman's record breaking climb up the Aberdour Ascent! It was cracking run - just under 8 miles in just over an hour with room in the tank.
Happy days.....
I set off for a 8 mile run in the late afternoon sun. It had been a full on day at work. Very satisfying but busy so getting out for a run was a real stress buster.
I'm not sure why but for the last few weeks I've been struggling. Every run have been a challenge, motivation has been low and I've been feeling really tired. Today was different. Very different. I felt alive. My shoes felt light, my feet had wings and I felt great.
The plan was to run for just over an hour. It was a warm evening and with some great music in the ipod I set off up to Dunfermline. I have to confess to a hint of jelousy at the guys heading out on the bikes but I was focussed on putting in an excellent session.
The bigman sent me some stuff on excelling last night. Inspirational!
So whilst thinking about the life the universe and everything it came to me how fortunate I've been. Running has provided a new lease of life. I'm fitter than I was 10 years ago which is cool but the running led to biking and biking opened up new friendships.
When I lived in Edinburgh I was a member of a tri club which was good but I never really bonded with the group - I always felt too fat and untri like. We moved over to Fife and I met the Bigman - we were introduced because a mutual friend recognised our shared love of biking. Since then I've got to know the Bigman, Fit One, Santiago, the Doc, Marathon Man, Duracell, Junior and a good few others - relationships and good friends are what makes life special and I'm very grateful I moved to Fife 2 years ago. A good move!
Anyway I finished with a sprint up the last couple of hills inspired by the Bigman's record breaking climb up the Aberdour Ascent! It was cracking run - just under 8 miles in just over an hour with room in the tank.
Happy days.....
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
The road to nowhere....
The treadmill looked ominously big and imposing this morning. I've been a bit tired the last couple of days so decided that rest is always a good option but with the Loch Ness Marathon appearing like a monster on my calander in a few weeks I needed to get back on programme.
Today was marked as a speed session. Me and speed are opposite ends of the training spectrum (especially since I sold my 530i bmw!!). I'm a plodder on the bike or on my feet, a good old plodder. Like one of those toys you once got in crackers at Christmas - wind me up and I can keep going, not fast but keep going, until I fall off the table...
So my intervals were 1 minute at level 1 followed by a minute at level 4 repeated 5 times with 5 minutes at level 2 and all repeated again....confused - it took me a few seconds to work it out but I got started as the birds started the first shout of the morning chorus. It was fine, I watched the news on my newly wall hung telly and did the stuff deciding that level 1 was 7mph, level 2 was 7.5mph and level 4 was 9mph - not quick but quick enough for a fat lad like myself. I stuck to it and completed in about 35 minutes including warm up and warm down. Long enough to start seeing the same news stories repeating on the bbc...
Off the treadmill and straight on to the spin bike. I decided warm up for 5 mins, then a long climb for 30 mins increasing intensity every 5 minutes and then a 10 minute spin out and cool down. The news was well into it's second loop and I was getting a bit bored of it but I'd left the remote on the treadmill and couldn't reach it. In my head I was on Alp D'Heuz. The spin bike will never replace the real thing but I spend the climb trying to work out the restistance I needed to engage on the bike to get same feeling climbing like the Alp - I'll never know and I suppose that mystery will only be sorted by climbing the hill myself and finding it out first hand. The bigman has been up more alpine climbs than Julie Andrews so I'm hoping he might come round and set the resistance at alpine levels so I can do some proper climbing!
I stuck to the task increasing the restance every 5 minutes making each pedal turn tougher and tougher. In a sense I'm flying by wire with some of my personal training techniques - I have a feeling that working tired muscles will aid development but I've got absolutely no scientific base for this Macca (me) logic!
Moonwalker is walking like spotty dog after an evening on the Pentlands and waverider is basking in a good performance on the cricket pitch this evening despite ultimate defeat - a wee bit like being Freddie Flintstone in the England team!!!!
A good days training all round......
Today was marked as a speed session. Me and speed are opposite ends of the training spectrum (especially since I sold my 530i bmw!!). I'm a plodder on the bike or on my feet, a good old plodder. Like one of those toys you once got in crackers at Christmas - wind me up and I can keep going, not fast but keep going, until I fall off the table...
So my intervals were 1 minute at level 1 followed by a minute at level 4 repeated 5 times with 5 minutes at level 2 and all repeated again....confused - it took me a few seconds to work it out but I got started as the birds started the first shout of the morning chorus. It was fine, I watched the news on my newly wall hung telly and did the stuff deciding that level 1 was 7mph, level 2 was 7.5mph and level 4 was 9mph - not quick but quick enough for a fat lad like myself. I stuck to it and completed in about 35 minutes including warm up and warm down. Long enough to start seeing the same news stories repeating on the bbc...
Off the treadmill and straight on to the spin bike. I decided warm up for 5 mins, then a long climb for 30 mins increasing intensity every 5 minutes and then a 10 minute spin out and cool down. The news was well into it's second loop and I was getting a bit bored of it but I'd left the remote on the treadmill and couldn't reach it. In my head I was on Alp D'Heuz. The spin bike will never replace the real thing but I spend the climb trying to work out the restistance I needed to engage on the bike to get same feeling climbing like the Alp - I'll never know and I suppose that mystery will only be sorted by climbing the hill myself and finding it out first hand. The bigman has been up more alpine climbs than Julie Andrews so I'm hoping he might come round and set the resistance at alpine levels so I can do some proper climbing!
I stuck to the task increasing the restance every 5 minutes making each pedal turn tougher and tougher. In a sense I'm flying by wire with some of my personal training techniques - I have a feeling that working tired muscles will aid development but I've got absolutely no scientific base for this Macca (me) logic!
Moonwalker is walking like spotty dog after an evening on the Pentlands and waverider is basking in a good performance on the cricket pitch this evening despite ultimate defeat - a wee bit like being Freddie Flintstone in the England team!!!!
A good days training all round......
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Shiney happy bigman.....
Oh what a night......
I sent the bigman a text at lunchtime to find out his plans for this evening. So I pedalled over to Chez Bigman for 7pm and we set off into a balmy summer evening. The bigman sporting his winter jacket - handily a sweat jacket in the summer. The sauna bike rider is training like a boxer struggling to get down to his fighting weight! I'm really hoping the jacket gets a wash sooner rather than later!
The climb up through Townhill was easy on the new gears. The bigman led the way and we caught up on the weekend news. At the roadworks at the top of the hill the bigman followed the Fit One's green cross code and blasted through a slightly ungreen light - sadly I got held by an oncoming car the driver of which is no doubt discussing the state of the Fife cycle community......The bigman was off like a shot leaving me to face the wrath of the trog....
The climb to the top of Cleish passed easily and we crested in well under 30 minutes.
We turned into the wind towards Powmill and set up a train, sharing the wind and keeping up a pace of around 35kph - it was a hard stretch but very rewarding as we turned back towards Dunfermline happy with the effort. We got a nod of respect from the Stirling Tri boys out on their Tuesday night training set as we powered into the wind.
Cycling with the bigman you don't need to ask him to take over, he just knows and we cycle in harmony.
Turning towards knockhill the pace slowed slightly and we chatted once more about the bikes, future plans and the upcoming mountain bike challenge. We're doing a 10 hour continuous race in the next few weeks - should be a blast.
Anyway the final climb made for one final chance to show who was boss. I was truly undone. I was out of my seat straining every sinew when the bigman cruised up beside me, seated and cruising. I glanced over to see his shiny happy face smiling back at me. It cracked me up! Brilliant!
We parted at the bottom of the hill and I turned towards Saline happy with my nights training. 50km done at good pace - real good training session....
The bigman's domestique has a full day's rest before leading him out Cavendish style to what will be a new Aberdour Ascent record - he can't fail with an Ironman lead out can he.........
If he can get past......
I sent the bigman a text at lunchtime to find out his plans for this evening. So I pedalled over to Chez Bigman for 7pm and we set off into a balmy summer evening. The bigman sporting his winter jacket - handily a sweat jacket in the summer. The sauna bike rider is training like a boxer struggling to get down to his fighting weight! I'm really hoping the jacket gets a wash sooner rather than later!
The climb up through Townhill was easy on the new gears. The bigman led the way and we caught up on the weekend news. At the roadworks at the top of the hill the bigman followed the Fit One's green cross code and blasted through a slightly ungreen light - sadly I got held by an oncoming car the driver of which is no doubt discussing the state of the Fife cycle community......The bigman was off like a shot leaving me to face the wrath of the trog....
The climb to the top of Cleish passed easily and we crested in well under 30 minutes.
We turned into the wind towards Powmill and set up a train, sharing the wind and keeping up a pace of around 35kph - it was a hard stretch but very rewarding as we turned back towards Dunfermline happy with the effort. We got a nod of respect from the Stirling Tri boys out on their Tuesday night training set as we powered into the wind.
Cycling with the bigman you don't need to ask him to take over, he just knows and we cycle in harmony.
Turning towards knockhill the pace slowed slightly and we chatted once more about the bikes, future plans and the upcoming mountain bike challenge. We're doing a 10 hour continuous race in the next few weeks - should be a blast.
Anyway the final climb made for one final chance to show who was boss. I was truly undone. I was out of my seat straining every sinew when the bigman cruised up beside me, seated and cruising. I glanced over to see his shiny happy face smiling back at me. It cracked me up! Brilliant!
We parted at the bottom of the hill and I turned towards Saline happy with my nights training. 50km done at good pace - real good training session....
The bigman's domestique has a full day's rest before leading him out Cavendish style to what will be a new Aberdour Ascent record - he can't fail with an Ironman lead out can he.........
If he can get past......
Monday, 27 July 2009
Contador might have a race on his hands.......
The text lit up my phone at lunchtime. Fancy getting out on the bike later in the afternoon it beeped. We agreed 4.15pm at Carnock....
The bigman appeared on time - one thing on his mind - the Carnock Epic. Lets run the course.
We set off, timers clicked into action and we pedalled off up the wee hill out of Carnock. The bigman said let's take it easy - words that weren't really meant to be taken literally. We started at pace. I felt rusty and a bit tired but I was determined. I think yesterday's 11 mile run was still in my legs but I really had no excuses as the bigman had already completed a 40 mile tour earlier in the day.
He was pushing and I was hanging on. A regular tale recently. I felt like I was holding him up - not only felt but knew, there was no doubt he was faster than me. We reached the top of the climb to Saline a good 50 yards apart - I was behind. I checked my watch and we were a minute down on my previous best but then we weren't going for the record were we!
We turned into a really stiff westerly - it was hard going. The bigman was in front I was gasping for air behind. Everytime I moved in front to take my share he moved to one side to confront the breeze. I was pretty sure he wanted to do the ride unsupported. We reached the cafe at the end of the Saline Road and turned gleefully away from the head on wind. The downhill past the pig farms was a joy (despite the whiff of lingering pig poo in the breeze!).
Time was passing slowly! We were moving quickly - well the yellow peril was and I was still in the same grit the teeth and stick in. We were held up a few times on the path by dogs, people and small children. Some of the folk with dogs looked at us with disdain and our thanks remained unacknowledged. Frustrating cos it is after all a cycle path....
Anyway back to the col du Carnock, our local Alp D'euz. The bigman was flying up the hill. I was out of the saddle breathing out of everywhere. At the top there was no time to relax. The final push and we were back - 63.11 (edited - error notice by Fit One) on the clock. An amazing time for the 31.4km course.
All of the training is paying off....
PS The bigman's gone and got work. I wonder if it will affect the training regime......
The bigman appeared on time - one thing on his mind - the Carnock Epic. Lets run the course.
We set off, timers clicked into action and we pedalled off up the wee hill out of Carnock. The bigman said let's take it easy - words that weren't really meant to be taken literally. We started at pace. I felt rusty and a bit tired but I was determined. I think yesterday's 11 mile run was still in my legs but I really had no excuses as the bigman had already completed a 40 mile tour earlier in the day.
He was pushing and I was hanging on. A regular tale recently. I felt like I was holding him up - not only felt but knew, there was no doubt he was faster than me. We reached the top of the climb to Saline a good 50 yards apart - I was behind. I checked my watch and we were a minute down on my previous best but then we weren't going for the record were we!
We turned into a really stiff westerly - it was hard going. The bigman was in front I was gasping for air behind. Everytime I moved in front to take my share he moved to one side to confront the breeze. I was pretty sure he wanted to do the ride unsupported. We reached the cafe at the end of the Saline Road and turned gleefully away from the head on wind. The downhill past the pig farms was a joy (despite the whiff of lingering pig poo in the breeze!).
Time was passing slowly! We were moving quickly - well the yellow peril was and I was still in the same grit the teeth and stick in. We were held up a few times on the path by dogs, people and small children. Some of the folk with dogs looked at us with disdain and our thanks remained unacknowledged. Frustrating cos it is after all a cycle path....
Anyway back to the col du Carnock, our local Alp D'euz. The bigman was flying up the hill. I was out of the saddle breathing out of everywhere. At the top there was no time to relax. The final push and we were back - 63.11 (edited - error notice by Fit One) on the clock. An amazing time for the 31.4km course.
All of the training is paying off....
PS The bigman's gone and got work. I wonder if it will affect the training regime......
Saturday, 25 July 2009
It's not about the bike.....
Today was a cracker. The weather, company and coffee stop all combined to make it a cracker.
I set off from the house on my old bike, the blue one from the France photo, the spoke that was burst is still in the shop. The Fit One kindly told me that only Fat Gits burst spokes.......
Anyway met the guys at the usual road end - we set off in the sunshine up Knockhill. We had a full squad - the bigman, fit one and santiago. The Fit One wasn't feeling very fit - he'd been a bit moby dick on the way up to meet the boys but soldiered on regardless. The concluded view is that 3 weeks of intensive training has resulted in a bad bout of Overtraining. A few days rest will do him good.
As an aside a couple of the boys are off to Paris for the day tomorrow to watch Contador on his parade lap - they are going to have a great time! Personally I'm very jealous - I'll watch it on ra telly!
Anyway the route was agreed as being over Glendveon again to Auchterarder for coffee at Cafe Kriss. The climb through Glendevon was stunning. I use the word climb with caution given the alpine adventures of the bigman - it was a climb for the rest of us!
Santiago and the Fit One went off on one on the downhill and left myself and the bigman in there wake - the old bike was rattling down - I felt like Scotty on the Enterprise 'she can't take anymore!' as the old bike charged downhill....
The coffee stop was as good as ever - great cakes! We like a good cake!
Our return trip was great fun - the bigman and I led the climb up to Glendevon - it's not a difficult climb and we kept the speed up at 16mph most of the way up. I led the bottom section and the bigman took us to the top. A shake of hands as we crested the rise recognised a good effort.
At the top the fit one suggested a race to the hotel in Glendevon. The next few miles became a tactical battle. Would anyone go for it? How would the pelaton react? We pedalled a few miles waiting to see what was going to happen. Nobody was exactly certain where the hotel was so it was cat and mouse....
The number of houses started to increase. I drifted to the back of the pack. Dropped 10 yards off the back. The time was now, more and more houses, an old bike and my lack of sprinting ability. I decided to go for it. I wound it up, warp speed 2 was achieved and I cruised past the pelaton leaving bewildered cyclists in my slipstream. I had it. I could taste the victory. I'd left the pack and I was on the road to a momentous victory.
The next moment Santiago, crouching tiger hidden tri bars, flew past - it was like I wasn't pedalling. A second later the Bigman cruised by. My chance was gone. I was done. But then a chance, Santiago had missed the Sprint race announcement and slowed down. I was catching. More and more houses came to view.....
Bigman sensed the danger and moved ahead of Santiago but he was uncertain of how far to the hotel. I was catching by the second. The finish line just round the corner I knew I had a chance. I kicked hard on the pedals, sucking hard on the clean Glendevon oxygen and for the second time felt the whiff of victory in my nostrils. I was there. Then the 'shadow' appeared. Small to start with but quickly darkening the bright sunshine.
In a streak of yellow he went past, I was spent, nothing to give, he was gone. Gutted.
Victory for the bigman.
It was great! The race was fab. I was on my old bike but don't think it made a difference to the outcome of our race - it's not about the bike it's about sheer leg strength and the bigman is in good shape. I'm on his tail though......
The trip home was straightforward. Bigman blitzed Knockhill - showing his true climbing prowess - he is a machine. I cut off to Saline and was home.
It was truly a grand day out.......
I set off from the house on my old bike, the blue one from the France photo, the spoke that was burst is still in the shop. The Fit One kindly told me that only Fat Gits burst spokes.......
Anyway met the guys at the usual road end - we set off in the sunshine up Knockhill. We had a full squad - the bigman, fit one and santiago. The Fit One wasn't feeling very fit - he'd been a bit moby dick on the way up to meet the boys but soldiered on regardless. The concluded view is that 3 weeks of intensive training has resulted in a bad bout of Overtraining. A few days rest will do him good.
As an aside a couple of the boys are off to Paris for the day tomorrow to watch Contador on his parade lap - they are going to have a great time! Personally I'm very jealous - I'll watch it on ra telly!
Anyway the route was agreed as being over Glendveon again to Auchterarder for coffee at Cafe Kriss. The climb through Glendevon was stunning. I use the word climb with caution given the alpine adventures of the bigman - it was a climb for the rest of us!
Santiago and the Fit One went off on one on the downhill and left myself and the bigman in there wake - the old bike was rattling down - I felt like Scotty on the Enterprise 'she can't take anymore!' as the old bike charged downhill....
The coffee stop was as good as ever - great cakes! We like a good cake!
Our return trip was great fun - the bigman and I led the climb up to Glendevon - it's not a difficult climb and we kept the speed up at 16mph most of the way up. I led the bottom section and the bigman took us to the top. A shake of hands as we crested the rise recognised a good effort.
At the top the fit one suggested a race to the hotel in Glendevon. The next few miles became a tactical battle. Would anyone go for it? How would the pelaton react? We pedalled a few miles waiting to see what was going to happen. Nobody was exactly certain where the hotel was so it was cat and mouse....
The number of houses started to increase. I drifted to the back of the pack. Dropped 10 yards off the back. The time was now, more and more houses, an old bike and my lack of sprinting ability. I decided to go for it. I wound it up, warp speed 2 was achieved and I cruised past the pelaton leaving bewildered cyclists in my slipstream. I had it. I could taste the victory. I'd left the pack and I was on the road to a momentous victory.
The next moment Santiago, crouching tiger hidden tri bars, flew past - it was like I wasn't pedalling. A second later the Bigman cruised by. My chance was gone. I was done. But then a chance, Santiago had missed the Sprint race announcement and slowed down. I was catching. More and more houses came to view.....
Bigman sensed the danger and moved ahead of Santiago but he was uncertain of how far to the hotel. I was catching by the second. The finish line just round the corner I knew I had a chance. I kicked hard on the pedals, sucking hard on the clean Glendevon oxygen and for the second time felt the whiff of victory in my nostrils. I was there. Then the 'shadow' appeared. Small to start with but quickly darkening the bright sunshine.
In a streak of yellow he went past, I was spent, nothing to give, he was gone. Gutted.
Victory for the bigman.
It was great! The race was fab. I was on my old bike but don't think it made a difference to the outcome of our race - it's not about the bike it's about sheer leg strength and the bigman is in good shape. I'm on his tail though......
The trip home was straightforward. Bigman blitzed Knockhill - showing his true climbing prowess - he is a machine. I cut off to Saline and was home.
It was truly a grand day out.......
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Bigman's gone mad.....
The plan was to meet up for an hour. The day looked promising. The sun shone all morning and it was looking good for our 2pm rendevous to take on the Carnock Epic course....
I got up early and jumped onto the treadmill - it's great having one in the house cos you can run in whatever you fancy - today it was my boxers. Not got the physique of a greek olympic athlete....yet! So with my interval session done I headed off to the office knowing that I'd get out later on the bike. Intervals are where you alternate between fast and steady pace to raise your heart rate and increase performance.
As I mentioned it was muggy and warm - good news. The bad news came at about 1:30 - rain - not just any old rain but heavy downpours of the stuff. Bit a mixed summer so far. I wonder what has happened to the promised scorcher! So I called the bigman and suggested that we delay. I suppose I wimped out, a pathetic effort from one who is aiming to take on the Cape epic next year.
No wimping for the bigman - he stormed out on the knockhill loop in the rain. The weather is no barrier to a man on a mission. Given the sheer quality of the downfall including some lovely thunder and lightning (Although that may have been the big(mad)man blasting through Carnock in Back to the Future stylie!) I was stunned he set off. Mind you, he's so fit he probably was able to dodge the rain!
Tomorrow's a new opportunity and I plan another run - a steady tempo session and a spin set on the bike.
The back wheel has been delivered to the shop for a new (aero dynamic) spoke and I ordered a new Shimano compact chainset for the Trek. I don't think it will make a huge difference but it might make me think I'm better on the hills....
I finally weighed myself post holiday and I'm under 14 st and given the number of cakes I ate in Brittany some sort of miracle has occurred! Croissants must be a weight loss aid after all.....
I got up early and jumped onto the treadmill - it's great having one in the house cos you can run in whatever you fancy - today it was my boxers. Not got the physique of a greek olympic athlete....yet! So with my interval session done I headed off to the office knowing that I'd get out later on the bike. Intervals are where you alternate between fast and steady pace to raise your heart rate and increase performance.
As I mentioned it was muggy and warm - good news. The bad news came at about 1:30 - rain - not just any old rain but heavy downpours of the stuff. Bit a mixed summer so far. I wonder what has happened to the promised scorcher! So I called the bigman and suggested that we delay. I suppose I wimped out, a pathetic effort from one who is aiming to take on the Cape epic next year.
No wimping for the bigman - he stormed out on the knockhill loop in the rain. The weather is no barrier to a man on a mission. Given the sheer quality of the downfall including some lovely thunder and lightning (Although that may have been the big(mad)man blasting through Carnock in Back to the Future stylie!) I was stunned he set off. Mind you, he's so fit he probably was able to dodge the rain!
Tomorrow's a new opportunity and I plan another run - a steady tempo session and a spin set on the bike.
The back wheel has been delivered to the shop for a new (aero dynamic) spoke and I ordered a new Shimano compact chainset for the Trek. I don't think it will make a huge difference but it might make me think I'm better on the hills....
I finally weighed myself post holiday and I'm under 14 st and given the number of cakes I ate in Brittany some sort of miracle has occurred! Croissants must be a weight loss aid after all.....
Sunday, 19 July 2009
Bigman back bigger and better....
The bigman texted me to head out for a spin on his return from holiday. Many posts are expected and I anticipate days of being regailed of alpine climbs!
We met at the Saline junction and set off - nowhere in mind just wherever we fancied. We climbed up to Saline after a brief rain break sheltering under a tree. The first climb up to Saline gave me a taste of the trip ahead - the bigman blasted past me and climbed the hill in a big gear effortlessly. As I cruised up in his wake I realised just how much fitness he has gained while on holiday. I'm sure the hill training has really helped.
We turned right and headed towards the romantically named Vicars Bridge and then up to Dollar. We decided to bike to Bridge of Allen - it was a stiff westerly and we were heading right into it. Despite the wind we were flying - we kept the speed up at about 32kph into the wind. It was hard going but working together we kept up the speed and wheeled in to Bridge of Allen for coffee.
The bike back was revealing again. We had the wind behind and decided on the bike path. The bigman asked what speed we were doing - 32kph - he claimed 'I can't keep this average speed up'. It took me a while to work out what he actually meant - he couldn't keep it up but not because it was too fast but because we were going too slow!! He was strong today - chewed me up and spat me out trailing along behind. I need to get working on my fitness and the bigman has inspired me to renewed effort.
The bigman carried on up the bike path leaving me the Col De Carnock to negotiate - as I started I heard a clicking noise from my back wheel. I needed to get home so kicked up and made it home pretty sure that the effort of trying to stay with the pace of the bigman had caused me to break a spoke!
It was good to get out today. The Epic Caper is still over 6 months away but I'm now focussed on diet and training. Moonwalker and I worked through the diet plan for the week. I'm good at plans especially a plan written by someone else - I can stick to a plan. So day 1 - just over 2,000 calories taken in today and good calories at that. I'm on a mission.
I've an 8 mile run planned for first thing as I get my Loch Ness Marathon training kicked in. I'm in pretty good shape from a run perspective.....
Until tomorrow!
We met at the Saline junction and set off - nowhere in mind just wherever we fancied. We climbed up to Saline after a brief rain break sheltering under a tree. The first climb up to Saline gave me a taste of the trip ahead - the bigman blasted past me and climbed the hill in a big gear effortlessly. As I cruised up in his wake I realised just how much fitness he has gained while on holiday. I'm sure the hill training has really helped.
We turned right and headed towards the romantically named Vicars Bridge and then up to Dollar. We decided to bike to Bridge of Allen - it was a stiff westerly and we were heading right into it. Despite the wind we were flying - we kept the speed up at about 32kph into the wind. It was hard going but working together we kept up the speed and wheeled in to Bridge of Allen for coffee.
The bike back was revealing again. We had the wind behind and decided on the bike path. The bigman asked what speed we were doing - 32kph - he claimed 'I can't keep this average speed up'. It took me a while to work out what he actually meant - he couldn't keep it up but not because it was too fast but because we were going too slow!! He was strong today - chewed me up and spat me out trailing along behind. I need to get working on my fitness and the bigman has inspired me to renewed effort.
The bigman carried on up the bike path leaving me the Col De Carnock to negotiate - as I started I heard a clicking noise from my back wheel. I needed to get home so kicked up and made it home pretty sure that the effort of trying to stay with the pace of the bigman had caused me to break a spoke!
It was good to get out today. The Epic Caper is still over 6 months away but I'm now focussed on diet and training. Moonwalker and I worked through the diet plan for the week. I'm good at plans especially a plan written by someone else - I can stick to a plan. So day 1 - just over 2,000 calories taken in today and good calories at that. I'm on a mission.
I've an 8 mile run planned for first thing as I get my Loch Ness Marathon training kicked in. I'm in pretty good shape from a run perspective.....
Until tomorrow!
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
A bit of cross training...
Of the Cape Epic team the bigman is the footballer - a bulldozer going forward at speed with good ball control. Chopper Harris at the back - nothing goes past him....
I got a call this morning from a mate who was one short for tonight's game. I actually think his real motivation was to get a lift to the game and I was the only driver available. It was a fab evening in Dalgety Bay and the game kicked off in the late afternoon sun - I felt like a Brazilian in the world cup final except I was wearing a Caley Thistle top.
Our team's defence was tested early. Failed miserably as one of the young, gifted opposition ghosted past most of our team before belting the ball in the top corner. A breakaway brought the equaliser. The game moved into a midfield battle - few chances, lots of tackles and not much of a spectacle for the passing stray cats. Then the game burst into life and we were 3 down.
The old legs were grinding to a halt - passing the ball became key for our team as we tired in the continental sun. We got one back, then another and another. All square couple of minutes to go. Our keeper, who had a hip injury, rolled the ball out to our central defender. I made a deft run into space and the ball zipped into my feet. One touch and it was out to the right wing. I turned and ran into space on the right hand side, the ball was slid back to me and like the great Ronaldo with one touch again I passed to a runner in the centre of the pitch. With vision, he completed a beautiful pass to the left winger who picked the ball up and crossed it in to the box. I had continued my run. The net was bulging in my mind as I met the ball with a crisp volley. Sadly, I missed. A few inches lower and it would of been goal of next season but that's football.
To rub salt in the wound, they ran up the park and scored the winner.
Gutted, sick as a parrott and taking it a game at a time.....
On the way home I saw the Bigman's biking partner from last Monday out for a run. We had briefly discussed his alias when were out on Tuesday and I think agreed he shall be named Marathon Man. He is an exceptional marathon runner. When I bumped into Marathon Man tonight he was living up to his alias building up a head of steam on a training run round the streets of Dunfermline. He's a fast runner, did an exceptional time in completing last year's Edinburgh Marathon and an inspiration for plodders like myself.
Hopefully get out on the bike tomorrow....
I got a call this morning from a mate who was one short for tonight's game. I actually think his real motivation was to get a lift to the game and I was the only driver available. It was a fab evening in Dalgety Bay and the game kicked off in the late afternoon sun - I felt like a Brazilian in the world cup final except I was wearing a Caley Thistle top.
Our team's defence was tested early. Failed miserably as one of the young, gifted opposition ghosted past most of our team before belting the ball in the top corner. A breakaway brought the equaliser. The game moved into a midfield battle - few chances, lots of tackles and not much of a spectacle for the passing stray cats. Then the game burst into life and we were 3 down.
The old legs were grinding to a halt - passing the ball became key for our team as we tired in the continental sun. We got one back, then another and another. All square couple of minutes to go. Our keeper, who had a hip injury, rolled the ball out to our central defender. I made a deft run into space and the ball zipped into my feet. One touch and it was out to the right wing. I turned and ran into space on the right hand side, the ball was slid back to me and like the great Ronaldo with one touch again I passed to a runner in the centre of the pitch. With vision, he completed a beautiful pass to the left winger who picked the ball up and crossed it in to the box. I had continued my run. The net was bulging in my mind as I met the ball with a crisp volley. Sadly, I missed. A few inches lower and it would of been goal of next season but that's football.
To rub salt in the wound, they ran up the park and scored the winner.
Gutted, sick as a parrott and taking it a game at a time.....
On the way home I saw the Bigman's biking partner from last Monday out for a run. We had briefly discussed his alias when were out on Tuesday and I think agreed he shall be named Marathon Man. He is an exceptional marathon runner. When I bumped into Marathon Man tonight he was living up to his alias building up a head of steam on a training run round the streets of Dunfermline. He's a fast runner, did an exceptional time in completing last year's Edinburgh Marathon and an inspiration for plodders like myself.
Hopefully get out on the bike tomorrow....
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
the great escape.....
The bigman dug the tunnel and I accepted his kind offer to escape for a 90 minute blast through the west Fife countryside. The agreed escape route was from Carnock, up to the cycle path, Clackmannan, Culross and home via Col De Carnock.
The trip was some 40km completed in a fairly gentle 27kph average but it was windy in our defence. We swapped tails of thorny punctures, long office hours and the continuing unsettled weather. Albeit we got round today in the dry but it looked like some parts had been through a good hosing a few minutes in advance of our arrival.
Couple of things to add to the last post - Today no quarter was given and none was asked. We cycled the majority of the route side by side, no helping in the wind, taking shelter or leading taking your turn. It was a training ride and to maximise the benefit of a brisk easterly you take the wind in your own face. The burn in my legs as we crossed the new link road to the Kincardine Bridge was testament to the speed we did into the wind.
The bigman is a climber of some class. He has developed speed and strength that will stand him in good stead in South Africa. The last climb today was tricky - slippy road, slick tyres and about an inch of rubber touching the road at any given point. The top of the Col de Carnock was really slippy and I glanced up to see the bigman spin his back wheel round on the steaming road. He held his balance with grace, put the foot down and managed to avoid what I thought was going to be an inevitable meeting with the road. Power and grace are a rare combination.
It felt like the great escape today as, still occasionally, I feel guilty about taking a couple of hours off during the day. Fortunately I didn't need to jump the fence for freedom and only the hurdles in my mind could drag me back from where I had escaped.
The office, as suggested by bigman, should be converted into a cyclists cafe - an excellent idea. I'll do it the next time the Tour de France is in the village!!
Another great day on a classic route. We both felt great at the end of the ride - Sky's the limit!
The trip was some 40km completed in a fairly gentle 27kph average but it was windy in our defence. We swapped tails of thorny punctures, long office hours and the continuing unsettled weather. Albeit we got round today in the dry but it looked like some parts had been through a good hosing a few minutes in advance of our arrival.
Couple of things to add to the last post - Today no quarter was given and none was asked. We cycled the majority of the route side by side, no helping in the wind, taking shelter or leading taking your turn. It was a training ride and to maximise the benefit of a brisk easterly you take the wind in your own face. The burn in my legs as we crossed the new link road to the Kincardine Bridge was testament to the speed we did into the wind.
The bigman is a climber of some class. He has developed speed and strength that will stand him in good stead in South Africa. The last climb today was tricky - slippy road, slick tyres and about an inch of rubber touching the road at any given point. The top of the Col de Carnock was really slippy and I glanced up to see the bigman spin his back wheel round on the steaming road. He held his balance with grace, put the foot down and managed to avoid what I thought was going to be an inevitable meeting with the road. Power and grace are a rare combination.
It felt like the great escape today as, still occasionally, I feel guilty about taking a couple of hours off during the day. Fortunately I didn't need to jump the fence for freedom and only the hurdles in my mind could drag me back from where I had escaped.
The office, as suggested by bigman, should be converted into a cyclists cafe - an excellent idea. I'll do it the next time the Tour de France is in the village!!
Another great day on a classic route. We both felt great at the end of the ride - Sky's the limit!
Saturday, 13 June 2009
The man with the iron mask.....
What a great day. My first time over Glendeveon.
The Bigman picked me up later than usual and we set off to Auchterarder. It was chilly first thing and the bigman was dressed in spring to winter kit with a minor concession by wearing shorts. He had more layers on than a Gordon Ramsay puff pastry.....
We set off at a brisk pace up to Saline, a couple of club bikers went past us and we grabbed a lift on the back of the train. That took us up to Knockhill. The climb seemed easier than usual and we were rocking along.
The turnoff over Glendeveon opened up a new road for me. It was tremendous ride up the Glen on a beautiful road with stunning scenery. We floated up to the top of the hill with wings in our legs. We hadn't stopped pushing and the blast down to Auchterarder was a pleasant respite if not a little concerning as we considered the climb back up.
I played golf up until a few years ago most weekends but even the fine greens at Gleneagles didn't have the attraction of they once had. Auchterarder is home to many cafe's and we picked on of the finest. Cafe Kris is home to a fine toastie and even finer apple pie with caramel topping. We enjoyed the luxury of an extra coffee before setting off on the climb home.
The bigman had talked long about the hill but in reality it was a piece of pie (possibly apple with caramel topping!) - the hill was over before it started - I reckon it was the good company but the bigman only had me for company so I don't know what powered him up the hill. We averaged over 20kph all the way up. The bigman couldn't believe it was over and took some convincing that we were at the top.
Once over the top I engaged my iron head and we really turned on the power. We pushed hard all the way back and the trip home reminded me of racing on the bike leg of the ironman. We climbed Knockhill quickly passing a couple of other bikers like they were stood still and were rewarded with the downhill back to Dunfermline.
Another cracking day with the bigman - big respect to him for keeping up an average of 33kph all the way home especially after completing 35 miles before he met me. The bigman is very fit.
The scenery, climbs and weather were fab but the highlight was still the apple pie!
For the record, the diet is going pretty well with today's weigh in showing a 4lb loss for the week. It's not taken huge changes but a lot of little changes and the iron wife has been a great support.
The Bigman picked me up later than usual and we set off to Auchterarder. It was chilly first thing and the bigman was dressed in spring to winter kit with a minor concession by wearing shorts. He had more layers on than a Gordon Ramsay puff pastry.....
We set off at a brisk pace up to Saline, a couple of club bikers went past us and we grabbed a lift on the back of the train. That took us up to Knockhill. The climb seemed easier than usual and we were rocking along.
The turnoff over Glendeveon opened up a new road for me. It was tremendous ride up the Glen on a beautiful road with stunning scenery. We floated up to the top of the hill with wings in our legs. We hadn't stopped pushing and the blast down to Auchterarder was a pleasant respite if not a little concerning as we considered the climb back up.
I played golf up until a few years ago most weekends but even the fine greens at Gleneagles didn't have the attraction of they once had. Auchterarder is home to many cafe's and we picked on of the finest. Cafe Kris is home to a fine toastie and even finer apple pie with caramel topping. We enjoyed the luxury of an extra coffee before setting off on the climb home.
The bigman had talked long about the hill but in reality it was a piece of pie (possibly apple with caramel topping!) - the hill was over before it started - I reckon it was the good company but the bigman only had me for company so I don't know what powered him up the hill. We averaged over 20kph all the way up. The bigman couldn't believe it was over and took some convincing that we were at the top.
Once over the top I engaged my iron head and we really turned on the power. We pushed hard all the way back and the trip home reminded me of racing on the bike leg of the ironman. We climbed Knockhill quickly passing a couple of other bikers like they were stood still and were rewarded with the downhill back to Dunfermline.
Another cracking day with the bigman - big respect to him for keeping up an average of 33kph all the way home especially after completing 35 miles before he met me. The bigman is very fit.
The scenery, climbs and weather were fab but the highlight was still the apple pie!
For the record, the diet is going pretty well with today's weigh in showing a 4lb loss for the week. It's not taken huge changes but a lot of little changes and the iron wife has been a great support.
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