Well it will just be a short post this week
On saturday we lined up in a pro Kermesse, so there was the odd protour rider and a few pro contis. The race was 157km with 200 starters so was looking like it was going to be a good race.
Lining up, I noticed something was feeling loose so I jumped off and found my cranks were wobbly. I figured not alot I could do so planned on racing for abit then once the race slowed I was going to try and get a spare bike off the Mavic guys.
So we set off on our way, and during the first lap the only real thing of note was a big crash right behind me, and my one attempted attack which didnt come to much. Coming into the 2nd lap the pace slowed down so i figured now was my chance to get a spare bike. I drifted my way back through the team cars and finally, now 40sec behind the bunch I came across the mavic spares. I stopped and they pulled up to me, so I told them my cranks were loose and if I could have a spare bike. This was when I was told that sorry, we only give out wheels the Bikes are for show. I was abit ripped and by now being a good 2 minutes down it was race over.
I was a little disapointed because I was feeling good. But thats racing, hopefully my run of bad luck with stuff breaking on the bike is over. I now have 2 broken wheels, 2 broken seat collars, a loose crank and a broken chain, so whats next who knows. Ryan manged to roll in with the bunch and due to a good ride is now lining up in the Tour of Belgium starting on wednesday. Also fellow new Zealander Sam Eadie manged 8th in the race, and considering the calibre of riders this was an immpressive result, so good to see.
Thats about all really, hopefully can get a few more races in over the next month or so.
Peace
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Germany Races
Well I'm sitting here at 11.15pm and cant sleep and find myself with a sudden motivation to update my blog. Which I have been meaning to do for a few days now.
The Races in Germany were 2 criteriums, 1 Saturday and 1 Sunday. Saturdays race was a 1.2km circut to be done 60 times for a total of 72ks or there abouts. The circut was an extremly difficult circut with a very steep 300m climb every lap, then downhill around a few corners then a 400m false flat to the finish line. Everytime up the climb I was sprinting at full capacity just to hold position and to make up any ground or follow the attacks I was ocasionally having to go into super sayan mode.
The race started with a neutral lap then coming across the line for the first time the 80 odd starters were off. The first time up the climb James attacked and went solo for the first 3-5 laps before being caught. I will admit to being in the box for those laps so kudos to James, but once he was brought back it settled down a wee bit. I was following a Sparkasse rider the only pro in the feild and figured if he moved it would be the one to go with. Well this seemed like a good idea but seems like the entire peleton knew he was the man to watch also, so every attack he attempted was covered, and he attacked alot in the first 30 laps. This constant chasing left a shattered peleton at halfway and there was probably only 40 guys left.
Halfway was when I decided it was time to stake my claim in the race. One guy was up the rode and had a good minute so was pretty much gona win but the race was still on for the minor placings. I attacked a few times and at one point was in a really good break of 6 riders and we were really smashing along but due to the nature of the course the peleton was able to bring us back. It was when we were brought back that some idiot tried to come under me on one of the corners. He came in way to hot and completly slid out, his bike sliding precariously close to me which was abit of a fright but funny seeing some guy slid across the road infront of you.
Coming into 5 laps to go I was feeling really good and was covering any dangerous looking attacks. With 1 lap to go the rider who had lapped the feild sprinted for the win and I used his draft to attack the bunch. I was going well but was abit cooked from a few to many attacks and got caught 500m to go and rolled in top 20. I was pretty stoked with my ride and James team manager was fizzing on our ride so its definitly been a boost to the confidence.
Sunday was abit of a differnt story. It was the same sort of course. 1,2km long with a tough climb up to the finish. It was 70 laps so 80 odd k. With a full comtingent of Pro team Sparkasse it was going to be a tough race. This showed after half of the 80 rider feild were dropped in the first 10k. I was feeling ok and just riding mid pack. After 35 laps I moved to the front and this is when things went bad. Sprinting up the hill my knee decided to poo itself and I was in considerable pain. I got to the top of the climb and decided it was best to stop than do anymore damage to my knee. So that was the end of my race. James had a goodie though and finished top 30 in a very difficult race.
My knee is algud now, its just muscle tightness so a good stretch has sorted it out but still a little dissapointing way to finish a race. But all in all a good weekend so I am happy with the form and with more improvements to still be made I am looking forward to the rest of the season.
My next race is a Kermess this weekend I think but not 100% sure. We will see.
Till next time.
The Races in Germany were 2 criteriums, 1 Saturday and 1 Sunday. Saturdays race was a 1.2km circut to be done 60 times for a total of 72ks or there abouts. The circut was an extremly difficult circut with a very steep 300m climb every lap, then downhill around a few corners then a 400m false flat to the finish line. Everytime up the climb I was sprinting at full capacity just to hold position and to make up any ground or follow the attacks I was ocasionally having to go into super sayan mode.
The race started with a neutral lap then coming across the line for the first time the 80 odd starters were off. The first time up the climb James attacked and went solo for the first 3-5 laps before being caught. I will admit to being in the box for those laps so kudos to James, but once he was brought back it settled down a wee bit. I was following a Sparkasse rider the only pro in the feild and figured if he moved it would be the one to go with. Well this seemed like a good idea but seems like the entire peleton knew he was the man to watch also, so every attack he attempted was covered, and he attacked alot in the first 30 laps. This constant chasing left a shattered peleton at halfway and there was probably only 40 guys left.
Halfway was when I decided it was time to stake my claim in the race. One guy was up the rode and had a good minute so was pretty much gona win but the race was still on for the minor placings. I attacked a few times and at one point was in a really good break of 6 riders and we were really smashing along but due to the nature of the course the peleton was able to bring us back. It was when we were brought back that some idiot tried to come under me on one of the corners. He came in way to hot and completly slid out, his bike sliding precariously close to me which was abit of a fright but funny seeing some guy slid across the road infront of you.
Coming into 5 laps to go I was feeling really good and was covering any dangerous looking attacks. With 1 lap to go the rider who had lapped the feild sprinted for the win and I used his draft to attack the bunch. I was going well but was abit cooked from a few to many attacks and got caught 500m to go and rolled in top 20. I was pretty stoked with my ride and James team manager was fizzing on our ride so its definitly been a boost to the confidence.
Sunday was abit of a differnt story. It was the same sort of course. 1,2km long with a tough climb up to the finish. It was 70 laps so 80 odd k. With a full comtingent of Pro team Sparkasse it was going to be a tough race. This showed after half of the 80 rider feild were dropped in the first 10k. I was feeling ok and just riding mid pack. After 35 laps I moved to the front and this is when things went bad. Sprinting up the hill my knee decided to poo itself and I was in considerable pain. I got to the top of the climb and decided it was best to stop than do anymore damage to my knee. So that was the end of my race. James had a goodie though and finished top 30 in a very difficult race.
My knee is algud now, its just muscle tightness so a good stretch has sorted it out but still a little dissapointing way to finish a race. But all in all a good weekend so I am happy with the form and with more improvements to still be made I am looking forward to the rest of the season.
My next race is a Kermess this weekend I think but not 100% sure. We will see.
Till next time.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Germany
Well this week I ventured to the country some call Germany, and others Deutchland. It was quite an epic journey and I will start from the begining. I had decided to ride to James' which according to a reliable source (google maps) was 125km away. I was giving myself 4.5 hours to get there and since James had a race and wasnt home till 6, I decided to leave a 2.30pm so he would be able to meet me somewhere.
The journey started off badly as I headed in the complete wrong direction as I left home and realised 5k later, and by the time I had turned around and had to travel back past home I had already done 10k for no gain. This was kinda depressing and I contemplated just going home but I journeyed on and decided maybe I would give myself 5 hours to get there. Little did I know that was only the begining of my problems.
I got to my first planned destination, Aachen which is right on the German-Belgium border. I got there with no major problems as we had ridden there a few times for training. But this is where all my problems began. Aachen is a big city and it took me a good 30 mins to find my way through it. I then began riding into small towns zigzagging my way north. After 4 hours I was still 80k away from Krefeld the fastest route and was getting a wee bit worried. Germany has no signs to places which is annoying so I had James texting me a list of towns to get to. This worked for a while and after 7 hours in the saddle i was only 40k away. Only problem was it was 9.30pm and getting quite dark. It was at this point I seriously considered having a kip on the side of the road since it was a warm night and starting afresh the next day. But with the thought of Krefeld on my mind I soldiered on and finally found a train station. I ended up jumping on the train the last 30k and arrived at 11pm abit tired.
Apart from the ride to Krefeld my week in Germany was good, I went and visited Julia our old exchange student who lived 50k away then on the way home we came across a WW2 Allied Cemetry. It was quite a somber place and you could feel the silence as we looked around. Of the 3000 odd graves 104 NZers where buried here so its quite a small world really.
We ventured around Krefeld city and its hundreds of shops which was a nice change from our bakery, marche, fritire, and pub in Belgium, and saw a few drug fried homeless people which is always abit funny/sad at the same time. But really we didnt do alot just relaxed and did abit of training so was a nice trip and broke the boredom of Belgium, so a few more trips are defenitly on the cards in the coming months.
I also had a couple of races up there but they will be included in my next post
Hope all is well
Chur
The journey started off badly as I headed in the complete wrong direction as I left home and realised 5k later, and by the time I had turned around and had to travel back past home I had already done 10k for no gain. This was kinda depressing and I contemplated just going home but I journeyed on and decided maybe I would give myself 5 hours to get there. Little did I know that was only the begining of my problems.
I got to my first planned destination, Aachen which is right on the German-Belgium border. I got there with no major problems as we had ridden there a few times for training. But this is where all my problems began. Aachen is a big city and it took me a good 30 mins to find my way through it. I then began riding into small towns zigzagging my way north. After 4 hours I was still 80k away from Krefeld the fastest route and was getting a wee bit worried. Germany has no signs to places which is annoying so I had James texting me a list of towns to get to. This worked for a while and after 7 hours in the saddle i was only 40k away. Only problem was it was 9.30pm and getting quite dark. It was at this point I seriously considered having a kip on the side of the road since it was a warm night and starting afresh the next day. But with the thought of Krefeld on my mind I soldiered on and finally found a train station. I ended up jumping on the train the last 30k and arrived at 11pm abit tired.
Apart from the ride to Krefeld my week in Germany was good, I went and visited Julia our old exchange student who lived 50k away then on the way home we came across a WW2 Allied Cemetry. It was quite a somber place and you could feel the silence as we looked around. Of the 3000 odd graves 104 NZers where buried here so its quite a small world really.
We ventured around Krefeld city and its hundreds of shops which was a nice change from our bakery, marche, fritire, and pub in Belgium, and saw a few drug fried homeless people which is always abit funny/sad at the same time. But really we didnt do alot just relaxed and did abit of training so was a nice trip and broke the boredom of Belgium, so a few more trips are defenitly on the cards in the coming months.
I also had a couple of races up there but they will be included in my next post
Hope all is well
Chur
Saturday, May 10, 2008
GP Marteen Wynants
Hi All
Well today I raced GP Marteen Wynants. It was a kermesse in a place called Helchteren, about 1 hours drive from home. The race was to be 118k or 18 laps of a 6.5?k circut. The circut was a tight quite dodgy circut with a few well placed roundabouts to help lift the heart rate, and some quite narrow roads.
I started the race pretty much in the last 10 wheels and with 120 starters on a tight technical circut it was going to be tough to move up. During the first few laps I managed to move my way up to the front half of the feild and with Ryan trying to make the early move and my legs feeling like a sack of shit I was content to stay there, for the time being anyway. The pace was kept fairly high for the next few laps and even after countless attempts no breaks were sticking. I was quite pleased with this as my legs had finally come to life and I was actually on a quite good day. After making possibily the greatest passing manouvere of my cycling career, by hitting it up the inside of the pelo as we came into a 180 degree corner and just hoping like hell I wasnt about to get chopped I managed to make up 50 odd wheels in the space of 100 metres and finally found myself at the front after 6 laps. For the next few laps I had a few digs and followed anything that looked promising but nothing could break the hold of the peleton and after 2 laps of continuisly attacking I was in need of a rest and within 1km had drifted back to the last 1/3rd of the bunch.
It was now that I saw what sort of toll the pace had taken on the bunch and a good 20-30 guys had already been dropped so I was glad to see that all the attacking had at least come to something. I just cruised along for the next 4 laps going about the normal things you do in a Bike race; Day dream, have a snack and abuse the odd guy. It was during my daydreaming phase that quite a funny thing happened really. We were going through the feed and some guy had dropped his bottle. Not paying to much attention I hit the bottle at 50km/h and the top flew off and smacked some guy in the head, This brought me a wee chuckle as I carried on, on my way.
After 12 laps had been done, and still no breakaway I decided to have a few more digs. My legs were feeling really good so I was pretty motivated to try and get something away. I managed to make a few small breaks and some of them seemed promising but we always seemed to get brought back. I managed to stay at the front and follow a few more attacks for the next 3 laps but still nothing was getting away so figured I'd save my energy till the last lap and try and have a dig then.
Coming into 1 lap to go I was up to about 20th wheel and was sitting good, unfortunatly coming into the first corner we got swamped and I ended up mid pack. I tried to move up during the lap but as it was probably the fastest lap of the race and with everyone else trying to move up it was difficult. Coming into 1k to go I was about 50th wheel and with an uphill head wind drag for the final kilometre and the road narrowing from 3 lanes to 1 with 400m to go it was always going to be dodgy. I decided to play it safe and just cruised in at the back of the bunch finishing with some insignificant placing. The winner managed to sneak away with 2ks to go and won by a few seconds with the bunch sprinting for 2nd.
All in all it was a good race and I had really good legs which was nice and means I am only getting stronger. I have another race on Monday which is a public holiday in Belgium for some reason, then I may be racing a 3 day tour Triptye Ardennes next weekend but am not sure of the selections yet, but if not I will ride to Germany and stay with James for a few days and eat all his food.
Hope all is well
Just keeping it real.
Well today I raced GP Marteen Wynants. It was a kermesse in a place called Helchteren, about 1 hours drive from home. The race was to be 118k or 18 laps of a 6.5?k circut. The circut was a tight quite dodgy circut with a few well placed roundabouts to help lift the heart rate, and some quite narrow roads.
I started the race pretty much in the last 10 wheels and with 120 starters on a tight technical circut it was going to be tough to move up. During the first few laps I managed to move my way up to the front half of the feild and with Ryan trying to make the early move and my legs feeling like a sack of shit I was content to stay there, for the time being anyway. The pace was kept fairly high for the next few laps and even after countless attempts no breaks were sticking. I was quite pleased with this as my legs had finally come to life and I was actually on a quite good day. After making possibily the greatest passing manouvere of my cycling career, by hitting it up the inside of the pelo as we came into a 180 degree corner and just hoping like hell I wasnt about to get chopped I managed to make up 50 odd wheels in the space of 100 metres and finally found myself at the front after 6 laps. For the next few laps I had a few digs and followed anything that looked promising but nothing could break the hold of the peleton and after 2 laps of continuisly attacking I was in need of a rest and within 1km had drifted back to the last 1/3rd of the bunch.
It was now that I saw what sort of toll the pace had taken on the bunch and a good 20-30 guys had already been dropped so I was glad to see that all the attacking had at least come to something. I just cruised along for the next 4 laps going about the normal things you do in a Bike race; Day dream, have a snack and abuse the odd guy. It was during my daydreaming phase that quite a funny thing happened really. We were going through the feed and some guy had dropped his bottle. Not paying to much attention I hit the bottle at 50km/h and the top flew off and smacked some guy in the head, This brought me a wee chuckle as I carried on, on my way.
After 12 laps had been done, and still no breakaway I decided to have a few more digs. My legs were feeling really good so I was pretty motivated to try and get something away. I managed to make a few small breaks and some of them seemed promising but we always seemed to get brought back. I managed to stay at the front and follow a few more attacks for the next 3 laps but still nothing was getting away so figured I'd save my energy till the last lap and try and have a dig then.
Coming into 1 lap to go I was up to about 20th wheel and was sitting good, unfortunatly coming into the first corner we got swamped and I ended up mid pack. I tried to move up during the lap but as it was probably the fastest lap of the race and with everyone else trying to move up it was difficult. Coming into 1k to go I was about 50th wheel and with an uphill head wind drag for the final kilometre and the road narrowing from 3 lanes to 1 with 400m to go it was always going to be dodgy. I decided to play it safe and just cruised in at the back of the bunch finishing with some insignificant placing. The winner managed to sneak away with 2ks to go and won by a few seconds with the bunch sprinting for 2nd.
All in all it was a good race and I had really good legs which was nice and means I am only getting stronger. I have another race on Monday which is a public holiday in Belgium for some reason, then I may be racing a 3 day tour Triptye Ardennes next weekend but am not sure of the selections yet, but if not I will ride to Germany and stay with James for a few days and eat all his food.
Hope all is well
Just keeping it real.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Lesson learned
Well today I learnt an important Life lesson. Pity this lesson had to be learned in french and due to my lack lustre ability to master the french language I didnt learn alot. Well the its abit of a story actually and all good storys start with Once upon a time so here goes.....
Once upon a time me and Ryan or for you english buffs Ryan and I decided we had, had enough of living on a chicken farm and we wanted bigger and better things. After 2 months on this chicken farm we finally had found a new apartment and today was the day for the big move. It started like any other. Up at 10 milling around on the internet for a couple of hours knocked out a Tour of Flanders and a Criterium International before lunch, a productive day really then before we know it is ticking over 3 o'clock leaving us a precious few hours to clean up the house and get the hell outta there. After 3 hours solid packing and cleaning and peeling dust off everything (probably the reason i've been sick for the past 2 months) we finally had the place tidy to a solid standard i must say. Standing there looking around I felt a sense of satisfaction that we had actually tidied the place up, the urge to leave the mess for the owner was tempting but we got there in the end. This is where my Lesson was learned....
Our team director Mathieu was picking us up to take us to our new home, it was going to be to trips so we packed up his car as full as we could, then jumped on our bikes for him to drag us to our new apartment. Our new Home is 10k from Pepinster, a nice wee town called Louvgnie. For the trip to Louvinge we held onto the car as he proceded to drive sometimes up to 100km/h. Some scary shit. It doesnt help i was holding onto the drivers side window having to dodge oncoming traffic and make sure I didnt get stuck in any of the rivets down the centre of most Belgium roads. Ryan had his own problems being on the passenger side with most of the potholes being on that side of the road so he had a bumby ride plus he tells me a few dodgy moments almost being put into the ditch at 100km/h. So that was our first lesson for the day learned. At all costs dont hold onto a car at 100km/h. There were positives though, we probably now hold the record for the fastest Pepinster to Louvigne trip by Bike. After unpacking the car it was time for me to return to the farm and learn my second lesson for the day.
On returning to the farm we were greeted by the owner not looking to happy. She begins to nut at me in french saying we havnt paid rent or given her key back. I politely told her to check her table and low and behold there was the rent and key, what a surprise. This knocked her off her guard abit and her next nut just didnt have the same affect if I hadnt just bummed her out 2 minutes ago. She takes me up to the apartment and starts nutting about the couch. We had removed the legs of the couch after one of them broke off and it was now abit of a lowrider. After explaining to her that it broke, not surprising for a 20 year old couch she went of the topic and proceeded to the next thing. It apeared that 2 towels were missing, By this point i was over her nut and pretty much told her to settle down no point nutting of towels. I think this might have put her abit on edge as she started counting the Knives and forks to see if any were missing. I think abit dissapointingly for her they were all there and she had to quickly think of something else to nut about before I took the upper hand. She had the nerve to try and tell me that the apartment was dirty and we had to pay her 50euro for it to be cleaned. I am not kidding the place was spotless and considering her house could be on one of T.v shows for messy house I thought she was being a wee bit hipocritcal. Our quarters were 10 times cleaner than any other part of the house and by this point I was thinking to myself get f**ked. We finally left and I am glad it will be the last time at the farm house. Now the lesson learned was landlords are F**ks and no matter how tidy a place is there always gona try find something wrong. Pity this lesson was learned in french and dosent translate over to english so really it was just funny instead of a real learning experiance.
But sitting here in our new CLEAN apartment it feels good knowing that the chicken farm part of my life is over and I can now move on. I think life is going to be a whole lot better now. Moral is on the up and hopefully i'll start racing abit more now that i'm getting strong. Thats enough of my ranting for now. Hope everyones well. I'll try put some pics of our new home up.
Peace Out
Once upon a time me and Ryan or for you english buffs Ryan and I decided we had, had enough of living on a chicken farm and we wanted bigger and better things. After 2 months on this chicken farm we finally had found a new apartment and today was the day for the big move. It started like any other. Up at 10 milling around on the internet for a couple of hours knocked out a Tour of Flanders and a Criterium International before lunch, a productive day really then before we know it is ticking over 3 o'clock leaving us a precious few hours to clean up the house and get the hell outta there. After 3 hours solid packing and cleaning and peeling dust off everything (probably the reason i've been sick for the past 2 months) we finally had the place tidy to a solid standard i must say. Standing there looking around I felt a sense of satisfaction that we had actually tidied the place up, the urge to leave the mess for the owner was tempting but we got there in the end. This is where my Lesson was learned....
Our team director Mathieu was picking us up to take us to our new home, it was going to be to trips so we packed up his car as full as we could, then jumped on our bikes for him to drag us to our new apartment. Our new Home is 10k from Pepinster, a nice wee town called Louvgnie. For the trip to Louvinge we held onto the car as he proceded to drive sometimes up to 100km/h. Some scary shit. It doesnt help i was holding onto the drivers side window having to dodge oncoming traffic and make sure I didnt get stuck in any of the rivets down the centre of most Belgium roads. Ryan had his own problems being on the passenger side with most of the potholes being on that side of the road so he had a bumby ride plus he tells me a few dodgy moments almost being put into the ditch at 100km/h. So that was our first lesson for the day learned. At all costs dont hold onto a car at 100km/h. There were positives though, we probably now hold the record for the fastest Pepinster to Louvigne trip by Bike. After unpacking the car it was time for me to return to the farm and learn my second lesson for the day.
On returning to the farm we were greeted by the owner not looking to happy. She begins to nut at me in french saying we havnt paid rent or given her key back. I politely told her to check her table and low and behold there was the rent and key, what a surprise. This knocked her off her guard abit and her next nut just didnt have the same affect if I hadnt just bummed her out 2 minutes ago. She takes me up to the apartment and starts nutting about the couch. We had removed the legs of the couch after one of them broke off and it was now abit of a lowrider. After explaining to her that it broke, not surprising for a 20 year old couch she went of the topic and proceeded to the next thing. It apeared that 2 towels were missing, By this point i was over her nut and pretty much told her to settle down no point nutting of towels. I think this might have put her abit on edge as she started counting the Knives and forks to see if any were missing. I think abit dissapointingly for her they were all there and she had to quickly think of something else to nut about before I took the upper hand. She had the nerve to try and tell me that the apartment was dirty and we had to pay her 50euro for it to be cleaned. I am not kidding the place was spotless and considering her house could be on one of T.v shows for messy house I thought she was being a wee bit hipocritcal. Our quarters were 10 times cleaner than any other part of the house and by this point I was thinking to myself get f**ked. We finally left and I am glad it will be the last time at the farm house. Now the lesson learned was landlords are F**ks and no matter how tidy a place is there always gona try find something wrong. Pity this lesson was learned in french and dosent translate over to english so really it was just funny instead of a real learning experiance.
But sitting here in our new CLEAN apartment it feels good knowing that the chicken farm part of my life is over and I can now move on. I think life is going to be a whole lot better now. Moral is on the up and hopefully i'll start racing abit more now that i'm getting strong. Thats enough of my ranting for now. Hope everyones well. I'll try put some pics of our new home up.
Peace Out
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Rant
Hi all, Hope everyones well.
Well this week I had no race due to it being regional champs throughout Belgium and not being from Belgium I was ineligable to compete. This was a wee bit dissapointing because after 2 months of sitting on a plateau of form I am finally getting stronger and was looking forward to riding myself into the ground for a few hours. Instead this has had to be done in training and after riding up tempo for a good 4 hours today I can tell you I am seriously smashed. But after a good old feed of frites, I have been able to lift myself out of this comatosed state.
The rest of the week has been pretty standard really. Get up at 10 practise at 11 home whenever and chilling out watching abit of cycling on the tube for the avo. Its a good life really. The only bad thing is being stuck in this chicken coup for another few days while we wait for some beds to arrive in the new apartment. I think the owner will be glad to see the back of us, we havnt exactly been tidy kiwis since we got internet. The internet is a thousand times better than doing the dishes so they dont get done until we have completley run out of all plates and cutlery. It is amazing how well a Knife can be used as a fork. I wont be complaining never having to ride back up to farm again either though. It is a depressing site.
Not alot else has happened really. I am hopefully racing a Kermesse on Tuesday and if all goes well I wil hopefully get a start in a few tours in the next month. Will just have to see how the form comes along, but if I've been going OK on bad form there is some hope once my legs decide to stop being weak. Just the task of convincing my brain to keep this hard training up. Ryans SRM has definetly made us step up a level in training though, now we have a number to hold so trainings become abit like math. Its hold this number or your weak and we definelty dont want to be weak. Hopefully I will have invested in my own SRM in the coming months but will just have to see how the budget is.
Thats enough rambling from me I'm not even sure the paragraphs make sense and I apoligise for all the spelling mistakes but Typos are important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they arnt distracted by the total lack of content in my writing. haha Now thats a next level quote for you. Ryans gona now teach me the art of drinking red wine. We have a bottle to down before we move tomorrow so...
Hope everyones well
I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew.
Well this week I had no race due to it being regional champs throughout Belgium and not being from Belgium I was ineligable to compete. This was a wee bit dissapointing because after 2 months of sitting on a plateau of form I am finally getting stronger and was looking forward to riding myself into the ground for a few hours. Instead this has had to be done in training and after riding up tempo for a good 4 hours today I can tell you I am seriously smashed. But after a good old feed of frites, I have been able to lift myself out of this comatosed state.
The rest of the week has been pretty standard really. Get up at 10 practise at 11 home whenever and chilling out watching abit of cycling on the tube for the avo. Its a good life really. The only bad thing is being stuck in this chicken coup for another few days while we wait for some beds to arrive in the new apartment. I think the owner will be glad to see the back of us, we havnt exactly been tidy kiwis since we got internet. The internet is a thousand times better than doing the dishes so they dont get done until we have completley run out of all plates and cutlery. It is amazing how well a Knife can be used as a fork. I wont be complaining never having to ride back up to farm again either though. It is a depressing site.
Not alot else has happened really. I am hopefully racing a Kermesse on Tuesday and if all goes well I wil hopefully get a start in a few tours in the next month. Will just have to see how the form comes along, but if I've been going OK on bad form there is some hope once my legs decide to stop being weak. Just the task of convincing my brain to keep this hard training up. Ryans SRM has definetly made us step up a level in training though, now we have a number to hold so trainings become abit like math. Its hold this number or your weak and we definelty dont want to be weak. Hopefully I will have invested in my own SRM in the coming months but will just have to see how the budget is.
Thats enough rambling from me I'm not even sure the paragraphs make sense and I apoligise for all the spelling mistakes but Typos are important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they arnt distracted by the total lack of content in my writing. haha Now thats a next level quote for you. Ryans gona now teach me the art of drinking red wine. We have a bottle to down before we move tomorrow so...
Hope everyones well
I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew.
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