At the start of 2013 I sat and prepared a post which looked forward to what I hoped to achieve during the coming 12 months.
With the calendar rolling from one year to the next I find myself repeating the exercise, with one eye on the previous year whilst the other gazes at the potential filled new year.
So, 2013..
Goal One was to complete the Wentwood 50k in a good time, as my post at the end of May explained, I could have done better. The illness which dogged me for the first three months effectively sealed my fate and a dogged approach to riding wasn't going to out do poor preparation.
Goal Two was to ride 2013 miles. Again, not good, by the end of may I had managed 358 miles, a new job, illness and new baby all ensuring that riding time was limited. During the next six months I added just over 1400 miles to that, bringing my annual total to 1760 miles. Good (in fact my highest mileage year to date) but falling well short of my target
Goal Three was to learn to jump, I'm happy with this, I'm not tail whipping off every bump in the trail but I'm now getting happier with my wheels leaving the ground, regaining a love for riding has helped with this but I see it as a work in progress that will only improve with time
Goal Four initially to complete a half iron man, amended to complete an imperial century was completed with panache at the Malvern Mad Hatter in September. After giving it some thought, I'm shelving the idea of completing a long distance triathlon.. I just don't like the triathletes I brushed shouders with during training.
So, a strike rate of 50%, not bad, but plenty of room for improvement!
2014 then..
With my biking mojo back I again want to challenge myself, but I'm keen not to rehash last years..
Goal One
Ride 3000 miles
Yeah yeah, I know it's a rehash, but this will prove challenging, equating to around 60 miles a week I'm gong to need to have consistent riding through the year to hit my target. It's my target though, so I'm going to include road, offroad and turbo riding. Miles gained by turning pedals counts ;)
Goal Two
Blog more and improve my writing style
I keep trying, keep failing, but I want to make this site work.. I'm going to make sure I take a camera with me and document my biking adventures for the coming year. I also am aware that my writing style is pretty dire at times, I'm going to try and develop more flair and finesse in my writing.. it's a goal, but I don't know how I'm going to get there yet!
Goal Three
Get 15000 page views
Tied in with the above, I want to double the traffic through the site. I hope that reviews and more frequent posts will allow me to achieve this..
Thursday, 2 January 2014
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Watch Wednesday
Don't worry, this isn't a regular feature to the blog, but in the follow up to the hugely popular Road Bike Party Martyn Ashton has done it again with a little help from his friends, who seemingly have recreated some of their own vids but on a rather fine road bike.
It's demonstrations by some of the UK's finest riders, so sit back, grap a cuppa and spend 6 minutes of your life having a watch
Friday, 29 November 2013
Travels
It seems that an inevitable part of my job these days involves travel. Any notion I may have had that this was romantic or exciting quickly dissapated during my trip to the states last year when, instead of a road trip down 'Route 66' I spent a week rushing between meetings and spending more time than is healthy sat in various regional airports.
This weeks trip to Denmark , although not filled with multiple flights again left me with little in the way of cultural enrichment but a head and to do list straining at the seams.
Couple this with numerous issues back at the office requiring me to work into the night whilst my colleagues were consuming the entire 2013 production output of Denmarks micro-brewery industry and I can safely say that I'm looking forward to getting back to normality over the weekend.
Good intentions when packing to hit the gym or pool on a daily basis quickly faded as well. The first afternoon in Copenhagen was spent catching up with work and the regional hotel we stayed at the for the following three days (which boasted comprehensive facilities on it's website) had a swimming pool, which seemed to be 10mtrs long and closed for 23 hours a day, the one hour it was open was obviously the hour I was either sleeping or working.
Without sounding like a travel-phobe, I've not really enjoyed the food either, I've become increasingly concious of what I eat and the food in the hotels seemed heavy and made for stodging you out. Maybe that was just the lack of exercise though, I'm pretty sure that a few hours of exercise during the week would have easily burnt off the food I ate. As it was, I cut down on portions and promised myself a ride when I get home..
I've developed a love of just going out and wandering round new places, this may not be sensible but I've not had any problems and you get to see places which are fantastic. Copenhagen is a stunning city, the architecture is something that even an uneducated oaf like me can appreciate and the people are friendly. The cost of everything can only be described as eye watering though, and the first time I had to hand over 9 quid for a pint I almost ordered a second at the same time just to numb the pain of the first.
Bike friendly place though, my local colleague informed me that the order of priority in the city is Cyclists, Pedestrians, Cars. That's not bad and Danish seem to be a law abiding bunch as I didn't see a single light jumper on my wandering.
Fixies and sit up and begs seem to be en vogue for the average Dane and I spent the final evening strolling through the centre admiring the more odd bikes on display along with a colleague from England who, it appears, is another bike nut.
The first was the beauty which sat proudly in the window of the Louis Vuitton shop. All stainless, black and brown..
At the other end of the spectrum was a trike type contraption which had obviously been constructed with lumpng stuff around in mind
So I've waved Denmark off at the airport and am heading home to catch up on family life, watch Dash eye ball his advent calender with increasing excitement and plan which of the new urgent jobs is the most urgent.
I guess I better squeeze some training in there as well, god knows I've missed it!
Friday, 22 November 2013
Quiet
Not just the blog either, I've fallen foul of the dreaded winter sickness bug in the last couple of weeks, training was replaced with bed and stairs faced with a deep breath and much use of handrails.
I got out and rode Wednesday, it was good too, the call which came through 5 minutes before our meet time followed a day of heavy rain, the roads home were flooded and I admit to a certain amount of trepidation.
My response to the 'Are you riding question' was a simple "Hell Yes", in my mind sits the fact that I've missed a couple of weeks and face next week in Copenhagen with no chance of riding, I was going no matter what. Jamer was game as ever, trooper that he is and when I got to his house he let me know that we had a few other hardy souls joining us.
His demo Giant 650b sat proudly in the rain whilst last minute faffing was done and we were off.
It was cold and I quickly realised that my winter gloves need a little bit of thought, 10 minutes from home and I was already losing the feeling in my fingers.
Getting to the wood the rain returned and so did the mist, it made it ethereal and I was soon enjoying my legs moving again, no point dodging puddles, it was too wet for that and to try was simply wasting energy.
With my arse perched on a Selle Italia SLR and fit clipped into Shimano XTRs for the first time I was in for a voyage of discovery..
Loved it though, my night riding set up is finally as I want it with decent lights on both bar and head and good company with great mates.
The descents were hard earned and techy, stuff ridden countless times takes on new challenge when the water is racing you down hill and even the most innocuous roots have turned wet glass slippy. My riding felt good though and I was pretty chuffed with my fitness even after the illness. I'm a fair way off century fit, but I've a few months of turbo to work on that ;o)
I got out and rode Wednesday, it was good too, the call which came through 5 minutes before our meet time followed a day of heavy rain, the roads home were flooded and I admit to a certain amount of trepidation.
My response to the 'Are you riding question' was a simple "Hell Yes", in my mind sits the fact that I've missed a couple of weeks and face next week in Copenhagen with no chance of riding, I was going no matter what. Jamer was game as ever, trooper that he is and when I got to his house he let me know that we had a few other hardy souls joining us.
His demo Giant 650b sat proudly in the rain whilst last minute faffing was done and we were off.
It was cold and I quickly realised that my winter gloves need a little bit of thought, 10 minutes from home and I was already losing the feeling in my fingers.
Getting to the wood the rain returned and so did the mist, it made it ethereal and I was soon enjoying my legs moving again, no point dodging puddles, it was too wet for that and to try was simply wasting energy.
With my arse perched on a Selle Italia SLR and fit clipped into Shimano XTRs for the first time I was in for a voyage of discovery..
Loved it though, my night riding set up is finally as I want it with decent lights on both bar and head and good company with great mates.
The descents were hard earned and techy, stuff ridden countless times takes on new challenge when the water is racing you down hill and even the most innocuous roots have turned wet glass slippy. My riding felt good though and I was pretty chuffed with my fitness even after the illness. I'm a fair way off century fit, but I've a few months of turbo to work on that ;o)
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
Name Change
I've been unhappy with the blog for a little while, maybe that is one reason why I just haven't kept it up to date.
During the past week, I've swung between closing my account and quitting the world of blogging and starting anew. I sat and thought about it though and I decided that to be honest, a name change to something which is a little more accurate would be a good starting point for refreshing mojo for sitting and writing.
So, Velo Addict it is, that sums me up, I love bikes and biking, whilst I may not have the biggest collection of bikes there isn't much time that goes by without me thinking about rides I've done or am planning on doing.
Maybe this is the digital equivalent of having kids to save a marriage, but I'm willing to try and make it work.. are you?
During the past week, I've swung between closing my account and quitting the world of blogging and starting anew. I sat and thought about it though and I decided that to be honest, a name change to something which is a little more accurate would be a good starting point for refreshing mojo for sitting and writing.
So, Velo Addict it is, that sums me up, I love bikes and biking, whilst I may not have the biggest collection of bikes there isn't much time that goes by without me thinking about rides I've done or am planning on doing.
Maybe this is the digital equivalent of having kids to save a marriage, but I'm willing to try and make it work.. are you?
Friday, 1 November 2013
Catch Up
A lot has happened since the last blog post, I'm busy and struggling to sit in front of the screen long enough to finish off the half written post about the Malvern Mad Hatter.
That's a shame because the ride was fantastic and went utterly to plan. As a natural self critic I am perpetually disappointed in my own performance, able to find the smallest issue and honing in on it until all other good stuff is lost.
Not so this time, the 104 miles of the Malvern Mad Hatter passed under my wheels in 5hrs 49 minutes and I finished feeling bloody great. The last 10 miles were a bit of a slog as my nutrition plan of stopping only once and being self sufficient for the remainder
of the ride saw me moving on when the group I had happily stuck with for 40 miles pulled in to take advantage of the generous feed stations, that coupled with a few stinging climbs and a bastard headwind meant I was in a head down get there mindset for the first time all day.
My stretched goal of achieving a gold medal worthy time of 6hrs 30 minutes was obliterated as I rolled over the line 40 minutes ahead of it and I didn't suffer the normal issues I get from long rides thanks to a little care and the excellent products on offer from High5.
I've enjoyed the increased fitness I've gained over the course of the summer and my regular Wednesday night rides in the exceptionally hilly Symonds Yat area were all achieved on a singlespeed, not only that, I was storming away from my mates in the process up the
steepest of hills.
My last post of exile appears to have been written just before an important tipping point. On the last of my wednesday night mountain bike rides before I set out to attempt the Malvern Mad Hatter I found myself at the top of what I considered to be a nasty little drop in on a downhill trail, I reasoned that after investing heavily in both a new bike and higher levels of fitness, smashing myself up to
simply prove a point (to whom I wasn't sure) only three days before my first imperial century was a little foolish to say the least. The result of this was that I just wheeled down the chicken run and watched whilst my riding buddies ummed and ahhed for a while.
That's been an epiphany for me, rather than battering myself mentally I accepted I didn't want to do it, my mates didn't immediately dis-own me, the world didn't implode and I wasn't denounced as a coward when we walked into the pub a few hours later. Since then, my off road riding has seemingly come on, my jumping is better, my descending better and I just have my mojo back. The crisis of confidence has left these shores, at least for the time being.
That's a shame because the ride was fantastic and went utterly to plan. As a natural self critic I am perpetually disappointed in my own performance, able to find the smallest issue and honing in on it until all other good stuff is lost.
Not so this time, the 104 miles of the Malvern Mad Hatter passed under my wheels in 5hrs 49 minutes and I finished feeling bloody great. The last 10 miles were a bit of a slog as my nutrition plan of stopping only once and being self sufficient for the remainder
of the ride saw me moving on when the group I had happily stuck with for 40 miles pulled in to take advantage of the generous feed stations, that coupled with a few stinging climbs and a bastard headwind meant I was in a head down get there mindset for the first time all day.
My stretched goal of achieving a gold medal worthy time of 6hrs 30 minutes was obliterated as I rolled over the line 40 minutes ahead of it and I didn't suffer the normal issues I get from long rides thanks to a little care and the excellent products on offer from High5.
I've enjoyed the increased fitness I've gained over the course of the summer and my regular Wednesday night rides in the exceptionally hilly Symonds Yat area were all achieved on a singlespeed, not only that, I was storming away from my mates in the process up the
steepest of hills.
My last post of exile appears to have been written just before an important tipping point. On the last of my wednesday night mountain bike rides before I set out to attempt the Malvern Mad Hatter I found myself at the top of what I considered to be a nasty little drop in on a downhill trail, I reasoned that after investing heavily in both a new bike and higher levels of fitness, smashing myself up to
simply prove a point (to whom I wasn't sure) only three days before my first imperial century was a little foolish to say the least. The result of this was that I just wheeled down the chicken run and watched whilst my riding buddies ummed and ahhed for a while.
That's been an epiphany for me, rather than battering myself mentally I accepted I didn't want to do it, my mates didn't immediately dis-own me, the world didn't implode and I wasn't denounced as a coward when we walked into the pub a few hours later. Since then, my off road riding has seemingly come on, my jumping is better, my descending better and I just have my mojo back. The crisis of confidence has left these shores, at least for the time being.
Friday, 23 August 2013
Exile
As the Summer begins to fade and my fitness continues to increase I find myself in a strange two wheeled no mans land.
Cycling has always been a social event for me, yet as my fondness for road biking grows my rides are generally solitary affairs.
The number of mountain bike miles added to my annual total since June can be counted in low double digits, whilst hundreds of miles have been covered exploring an expanding area centred around home. Local climbs and descents have been learnt and my Strava times on segments continue to improve, once happy with getting somewhere close to the top 10 or an occasional KOM off road, I have gathered multiple crowns in my Strava feed in recent weeks.
And yet...
Something is missing, as I said, I'm a sociable creature, my mates are mtbers, they have seen me at my worst and best and carried me through in both cases. My road experiences have none of this camaraderie, and whilst I get an occasional enquiry I can see that the interest is surface deep, routes and distances mean nothing to them and I feel increasingly the same when descents, jumps and trails are discussed in return.
Requests for company on the road have met with refusals and excuses, the option left to me is to join a bike club, something I can't yet bring myself to do. I'm proud of my increased fitness and reduced waist, I take a passing interest in cadence and understand what my HRM is telling me during the stages of a ride but to me a club means stern chairmen and arm patches, rule books on club conduct and inevitable posturing and club politics.
On the rare occasions I have met riders on the road they are invariably going in the opposite direction and I'm too nervous to spin around and ask for company.. fearing that I'll be dropped unceremoniously on the next climb as my mouth writes cheques that my legs aren't able of cashing.
A mates brother road rides, I've seen him a couple of times and in each case we have spent 10 or so miles together discussing the world and his adventures as an ultra runner. Whilst Pat is happy to spin along at tick over however I find the pace too low and we soon part ways.
During the 77 mile Peak District Sportive however, my ride companions were a tall and powerful ex work colleague from Sheffield and a Cat 1 semi-pro bike company owning cycling monster. I was suffering a migraine and my pace was humiliatingly pedestrian in comparison to these gods of the road, they pulled me round though, dropped their pace and protected me from headwinds as we covered miles in the stunning scenery of the Peaks. I felt immense gratitude for their actions and this further fueled my love of the road, returning home though I was back to lonesome rides.
My confusion grows; too slow for Cat 1 Racers, too quick for an evening bimble, too nervous of speed and fitness and politics to join a club, too disinterested in throwing myself off gap jumps to ride off road.
For now, then, I'll continue to experience the solitude of the road.. if you see me out please say hello
Cycling has always been a social event for me, yet as my fondness for road biking grows my rides are generally solitary affairs.
The number of mountain bike miles added to my annual total since June can be counted in low double digits, whilst hundreds of miles have been covered exploring an expanding area centred around home. Local climbs and descents have been learnt and my Strava times on segments continue to improve, once happy with getting somewhere close to the top 10 or an occasional KOM off road, I have gathered multiple crowns in my Strava feed in recent weeks.
And yet...
Something is missing, as I said, I'm a sociable creature, my mates are mtbers, they have seen me at my worst and best and carried me through in both cases. My road experiences have none of this camaraderie, and whilst I get an occasional enquiry I can see that the interest is surface deep, routes and distances mean nothing to them and I feel increasingly the same when descents, jumps and trails are discussed in return.
Requests for company on the road have met with refusals and excuses, the option left to me is to join a bike club, something I can't yet bring myself to do. I'm proud of my increased fitness and reduced waist, I take a passing interest in cadence and understand what my HRM is telling me during the stages of a ride but to me a club means stern chairmen and arm patches, rule books on club conduct and inevitable posturing and club politics.
On the rare occasions I have met riders on the road they are invariably going in the opposite direction and I'm too nervous to spin around and ask for company.. fearing that I'll be dropped unceremoniously on the next climb as my mouth writes cheques that my legs aren't able of cashing.
A mates brother road rides, I've seen him a couple of times and in each case we have spent 10 or so miles together discussing the world and his adventures as an ultra runner. Whilst Pat is happy to spin along at tick over however I find the pace too low and we soon part ways.
During the 77 mile Peak District Sportive however, my ride companions were a tall and powerful ex work colleague from Sheffield and a Cat 1 semi-pro bike company owning cycling monster. I was suffering a migraine and my pace was humiliatingly pedestrian in comparison to these gods of the road, they pulled me round though, dropped their pace and protected me from headwinds as we covered miles in the stunning scenery of the Peaks. I felt immense gratitude for their actions and this further fueled my love of the road, returning home though I was back to lonesome rides.
My confusion grows; too slow for Cat 1 Racers, too quick for an evening bimble, too nervous of speed and fitness and politics to join a club, too disinterested in throwing myself off gap jumps to ride off road.
For now, then, I'll continue to experience the solitude of the road.. if you see me out please say hello
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