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Monday, 3 August 2015

Training Camps

It might be early August, but my mind is turning towards a winter training camp.

I blame work. I had to book a flight for a business trip last week and for some reason thought I'd better check flight prices for Mallorca in February... let's just say they were attractively priced.

Lets be clear right now about what constitutes a training camp. My definition is going away with a bunch of mates who happen to ride bikes. And you all want to ride as much as possible.

This works because we all want to take advantage of completely free, clear days to ride our bikes without having to worry about anything else - chores, work, commitments, responsibility. Its the closest you can get to living the life of a Pro. Most of us will never get any closer and that's just fine.

The riding is as intense or easy as you want to make it, but recovery sessions may include more Dutch beer and Lamumbas than a marginal gain would normally allow.

Last February in Mallorca it wasn't hot but it was 10 degrees warmer than home, the roads were great, it was cheap and because the winter economy of the island depends on cyclists, the drivers were courteous to a level no British rider is normally exposed to. 

A lot of hotels also have superb facilities for cyclists. We saw some snow, but it was where it belonged - on the tops of mountains and not on the roads (well maybe a little at the side of the road). We saw plenty of sunshine.

Oh, and there's scenery - did I mention that Mallorca is a beautiful island - particularly in the mountains. You couldn't ask for much more without building a justified reputation for being greedy.

The one thing I would change from the last trip? I won't expect to be in peak form for at least a couple of weeks afterwards... as a desperate Northern European who has escaped from the worst road conditions of the year at home, you want to make the most of it. And so you should... just expect to be knackered for a while on your return.

You can get a flavour of this year's trip with Velo Schils Interbike here 

Friday, 28 June 2013

Anniversary of The Great Tour

The impending start of the 2013 Tour de France has taken my thoughts back to the summer of 2010 and how I spent the first week of that edition. 


The Great Tour. I've written about it before and you can find loads about it on Google, but suffice to say it was a 64 day charity ride around the coastline of Great Britain.

It is one of the events that defined me as a cyclist and every now and then I like to remind myself of that summer by watching this video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=TXKVnd2xOoY

If you can stand watching video of people on bikes and my taste in music, it might be worth watching.

WARNING TO BRITISH VIEWERS - the bright thing in the sky was known as the sun. We used to get it sometimes in the summer. Remember?

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

100 Mile Time Trial Pacing, Nutrition, Strategy & General Planning and Preparation - ECCA 100 2013

I am writing this mainly because when I Googled “100 Mile Time Trial Pacing” it returned very little of use. Maybe I used the wrong search term or maybe its because time trialling is a peculiarly British pastime with the 100 being an even smaller niche or maybe even because the keepers of this wisdom want to keep it to themselves. I very much doubt the last possibility as you can’t stop most of the testers I know from offering advice on anything and everything.. Every chance they get.

I am not a coach and don’t claim to have any special knowledge on the subject. I have just done my first 100 and I will just tell you what I did, what I thought worked well and what didn’t – this doesn’t necessarily make it right for anyone else – first rule of seeking advice; take what you find with a pinch of salt and remember everyone is different. Most crucially – adapt and try to apply it to your own situation.

Firstly, my background – I am a very average club level time triallist. I am nowhere near a pro, or even a good amateur, but equally I am not coming into this with no experience at all. Most of my testing is done on the club Evening 10s, local Open 25s and 50s – in total, I probably time trial about 25-30 times a year. Currently my 10, 25 and 50 PBs (mostly on sporting courses I hasten to add) are 24.03, 1:04.54 and 2:09.17.

Rovers Open 50


I am 45, male, 1.83m and about 79kg. All of this is relevant but please adapt and apply this to your own situation, even if you just sit down and think realistically about who are you and what you might be capable of. Oh, my resting heart rate is also about 44bpm and my max at 185bpm. That’s about all the science clues you’re going to get because that is pretty much all I know myself.

Having failed to find anything much about 100 mile time trial preparation on Google, I asked around. I asked on Twitter and I asked clubmates, specifically about the pacing issue. Frustratingly, opinion was evenly divided.

Rovers Open 25
1.    Go out easy. Save yourself. Gradually ramp it up. The last quarter will be the worst thing you ever experience

2.       Don’t go out too slow – the last quarter is never as bad as you think its going to be.

Take your pick.

This is where I started to look at my known performances and ask another question – if I can do a 50 on a sporting course in 2:09, what should I be aiming at on a dual carriageway 100?

The answers came back again and this time varied between 4:20 and 4:40…

Take your pick… but… I now had a level of expectation and potential for a target time. I also looked at previous performances by clubmates I regularly race against and was able to get things a little clearer in my mind. I now knew I should go under 4.40, but would be happy with anything under 4.30 (based on bragging rights – another important consideration)

The leap into the unknown also involved the course – I have only ridden one dual carriageway time trial before and had experienced the significant increase in speed, but I had no idea of the topography or the organisers ability to marshall and signpost this one correctly. I have to say at this point that the organisers (Eastern Counties Cycling Association) put on one of the best organised, signposted and marshalled events I have taken part in. Anyway, I’ve gone off course too many times before, so the only answer was to drive it, which I did a week or so ahead of time.

I was mildly freaked out by the volume of traffic when I drove the course but had to remind myself this was why the event started at 5.00am.

Driving the course also gave me a chance to record it on a Garmin blu-tacked to the dash – this gave me a file that I could check for gradients etc and a course that could be used on the day if directions were a concern. Most importantly, I had seen the roads and turns, giving me a much better overview of the course and a bit of extra confidence. I found that building confidence and removing as many concerns for raceday as possible was very important.

Because I was doing this race unsupported, I was now also able to start working on my nutrition plan – I am rubbish at eating or drinking on a TT bike and avoid both as much as I can as it interferes with my rhythm but most importantly is hard to do in windy conditions (which most of my races seem to be). Please note that I am not a camel and although I don’t eat or drink on 10s, 25s or 30s, I do drink on a 50. I will also take a gel on a 50 but rarely use it at this distance. However, I knew I had no choice with a 100 – you simply have to fuel responsibly. The knowledge gained from the drive was crucial in coming up with a simple plan – basically down a gel at each of the turns (4 of them)  where I could get some shelter and not lose too much speed and then to drink every 10 miles. It was rough, but it was a plan. 


Nutrition will always come down to personal preference. There’s no point downing stuff that is going to make you puke – it slows you down and gives you lost fuel to make up for…You need to experiment with different products in good time for your event.  I personally like  the SIS gels that don’t need water but they only have 31g of carbs. I hate the Zipvit gels that do need water (I can never get them down properly) but they have 51g of carbs. I like the gels with caffeine which seem to work for me… so here is what I did.

Zipvit bag of gloop 15 minutes before start with water
SIS nice gel at first major landmark - 14 miles
Zipvit stuff at 34 mile turn
SIS nice one at 54
Zipvit Caffeine at 70
Zipvit Caffeine at 90
Bacon sarnie at 102.

I love the caffeine gels and regularly have one 15-20 minutes before a ten. I’d assumed this would be fine for any distance but was correctly warned by a friend the week before the event to only use caffeine products towards the end when you really need them. The low that can be experienced once the effects of caffeine wear off is not worth it – nor is the diuretic effect. Also (and this one takes dedication) the effect of the caffeine gels is increased if you abstain or at least cut down on caffeine intake for about a week before the event.

I was also told by another friend who does 24hr MTB stuff that the body can absorb 1.3g of carbohydrate for every kg of body weight and this is what you want to aim at. I learned this the day before the event, did some sums and thought… bugger. Not enough. But decided to stick to my original plan. Taking the plan apart would heave created too much disruption and uncertainty at this pont. To be honest, I couldn’t have downed more gels if I had tried. Well, I could but they would have come back up again and then my sums would have been seriously affected.

All this nutrition stuff  hasnothing to do with pacing, apart from I found it useful to start thinking and planning and conceivably have fewer things to worry about on the day. I suppose this is what Dave Brailsford might describe as “process”.

Even World Champs can over-prepare
Now. To accommodate all this nutritional luggage, I had to do away with the skinsuit for this event and stick with the club jersey and its trusty rear pockets. This was also useful as I normally ride with an aero bottle with a can of Vittoria Pitstop tucked inside in case of any p&*%ture dramas with tubs. As I needed both bottle cages for bottles, I had to find a home for the Pitstop, of which I decided to carry two cans for this race.

I had two 750ml bottles – one with my isotonic drink of choice and the other with plain water to help wash down the gloop.

Another challenge presented by the 100 was the start time – the event started at 05:00 with me going off at 5.36. Working things back, I knew I wanted to be there an hour before my start, it takes an hour to drive there and I wanted my regular raceday breakfast of cold skimmed milk, organic porridge oats and sliced banana 3 hours before my start. This meant setting the alarm for 02:30, which in turn meant an early night. A very early night.

On the drive to the HQ I sipped at a 500ml bottle of Lucozade sport and munched through a well filled PBJ sarnie. All very slowly.

Inevitably, I needed the loo a number of times before the start – the last time in a hedge about 4 minutes before my start time. Bizarrely, I was then dying for a wee from about 8 minutes into the ride – that desire finally left me around the 60 mile mark and I have no idea why.

In the days leading up to the race I was keeping a very close eye on the weather forecast although in reality this is a variable over which you have no control – its just nice to know. 
A busy Eagle Road Club Hut at 5.00am - ECCA 100 

Fortunately raceday remained pretty dry (just a few spots of drizzle early on) but it felt windy as hell. I hate riding into the wind, just as most sane cyclists do, but you have to play with the hand you’re dealt and as it turned out the wind was very helpful  in determining the final pacing strategy which was created partially on the hoof.

I elected for the go out easy and try to build steadily but with a few crucial wind inspired amendments. A wonderful tailwind meant I was able to keep the heart rate down, put the minimum effort in but still roughly maintain a 25mph average. For the first 35 miles or so.

Due to my unnatural speed, I knew there must have been significant help from the wind – often you don’t realise how much until you turn to come back the other way – and realised I had to keep a lid on this wind assisted effort as I would need every ounce of power to get me back to the roundabout turn a further 20 miles back the other way. Wise move but it needed great discipline – I was just itching to power along at 30mph plus – I just had to keep that lid on.

At the turn I was able to pick up the pace again with the help of the wind but this time, having experienced 20 miles of the headwind, I kept just a little bit more in reserve. More discipline – its not my normal approach, honest!



Anyone can turn their hand to testing
This section was crucial as I knew it was not just the 20 miles back to the roundabout but the course demanded the final 30 miles back into the wind with the last 10 being on slower roads. As a result of saving a bit more while the going was good I was able to complete the first 20 of that final headwind section faster than the previous lap.

One nutrition point raised its head at about 95 miles when my left quad started to cramp a bit, suggesting  that I could have possibly done with a bit more of the isotonic drink earlier.

Once over the line I was pretty pleased with myself on the one hand but felt a bit too fresh for the end of a time trial – I hadn’t left everything out on the road. On the other hand, due to the cramp, I would not have been able to go much further at any kind of speed – in that sense I had done the best my body would allow and I had the confidence to set a more challenging target for the next race at this distance . The thought I couldn’t get out of my head was that I only time trialled half of it – the windy bits. For the rest of it I was just riding my bike. With the benefit of hindsight those sections were crucial in being able to complete the distance and beat my target time.

I finished with 4:25.17 – an average of 22.7mph – and am very happy with that, particularly in the conditions. As is the way with testing, I now have my marker and the plans for the next one will be built on this experience.

The Strava file with heart rates, speeds etc can be seen here - the effects of the headwind section are clear to see! http://app.strava.com/activities/62279490


So to summarise this waffle – the best piece of advice I can give  is to start thinking about your event as early as possible and write stuff down. Do different calculations and compare the results – imagine what it might feel like and compare it to some other exertion you are familiar with. Ask questions, use Google, talk to people who have done it and read forums. You need to raise the bullshit filters but you’ll get a feel for sensible advice after a while. Oh, and ride your bike as much as you can – I ‘ve not touched on training here at all as that’s a whole subject in its own right. Ride as much as you can and rest as much as you can. There you go… I managed to sign off with my own piece of contradictory advice… Go figure…

100 mile TT + 2 x Leffe Blond = ........

Thursday, 20 October 2011

The Great Tour 2010

I can't have a cycling blog without writing something about The Great Tour.

This was one of my defining moments in cycling, encompassing all the joys associated with great rides - superb company, scenery, sunshine, mileage and accomplishment; just on a much bigger scale. In cycling, you have to accept that for every up there is a down, in every sense. The Great Tour also delivered the worst spill I have experienced.
In a nutshell, the 2010 ride was planned as a circumnavigation of the coastline of Great Britain in 64 days to raise money for The Prostate Cancer Charity and retail trade charity Caravan. Graeme Knott, Hugh Roberts, Alistair Cope, Mike Sweeney and Sam Mashford were the hardy souls who completed the whole thing, starting and finishing in Seaton, Devon.

My involvement was just to ride the first two weeks - Seaton to Scarborough - approx 900 miles. My trip was cut short on my home stage, close to St Osyth, when I had a nasty spill and was carted off to Colchester A&E. My focus then became getting fit enough to rejoin the ride, which I managed and subsequently had the priviledge of taking part in the final week.

It was special for me, and pulling the video clips together for this 8 minute summary of my time on The 2010 Great Tour was a really nice trip down memory lane. Sunshine, bikes, great people and an excuse to air the Superstars theme tune! My thanks go to Dan Broom for producing such a fine video record of a great event which I have randomly plundered and shoddily edited for my own purposes.




Friday, 29 July 2011

Solo Touring - East Anglia Day 1


Colchester to Cromer

Planned 128 miles

This was a hastily arranged trip. Having originally planned something a little longer, I just ran out of time. However, I was still able to do what I set out to do – try a multi day, self supported solo touring trip. This was merely a taster compared with some people’s truly epic rides but it still presented me with some decent challenges.


A few of the things I would need for 3 days on the road
Having said my goodbyes to my wife and son, I gingerly wobbled my way out of my road and down the first hill of the trip. Of course, I should have tested the fully loaded bike before the big day, but hey, this was going to be a trip of lessons.

I quite quickly adjusted to the new sensation of pedalling a well known bike, but with mudguards, racks and fully loaded front and rear panniers. Everything, except the steering, just felt a bit softer.


Locked up in Ipswich
My plan was to go out easy, keep to a sensible pace and stop frequently, so the first target was Neptune Quay in Ipswich for a cafĂ© stop, a mere 20 miles from home. My initial fears about being able to propel such a heavily laden machine were soon dispelled as I bowled along quite nicely – just a little above my planned pace. I still had a bit of my time-trialling head on from the previous night’s club 10 and had to regularly remind myself to keep the pace nice and slow.

The 10% descent of Cox’s Hill at Lawford proved entertaining and I even managed to stop at the bottom. By the time I was spinning up the hill in Brantham on the other side of the River Stour I realised that propulsion was not going to be a problem. I even began to wonder what all the fuss was about - keeping a steady touring pace just seemed too easy.


What a great first stop...

Colours Continental Café in Ipswich provided me with one of the best espressos of the trip and a great piece of Victoria sponge. After 20 minutes I was back on the
Foxhall Road
on the gentle climb out of Ipswich, passing Foxhall Stadium, the scene of some fond and not so fond cyclocross memories.


After a short stretch on the dual carriageway A12, I made the first real mistake of the trip. It’s a mistake I have made many times in the past and I am sure its one that will be repeated many times in the future. I followed a sign for the cycle path into Woodbridge rather than sticking to my road plan. The trouble with cycle paths is they invariably disappear before your destination, are poorly signed, much slower than the road and full of pedestrians. In my book, pedestrians are more unpredictable and therefore much more dangerous than motor vehicles. However, I never learn and keep being tempted onto these “cycle” paths.


I found myself on the more familiar road out of Woodbridge and passed the old US Airbase at Bentwaters a bit later than expected, but was now making for Snape at pace.

Aldeburgh

It was at this point, the reason for my superfast legs and easy progress became clear. I was being pushed along by a huge and very obliging tailwind. Yet again, I wasn’t as good as I thought I was...

On the long, undulating road to Aldeburgh I was passed by a teenager on a road bike. He made the mistake of turning his head and smiling. Normally a polite and friendly gesture, this was not the time or place. I made sure I didn’t drop more than 15-20 yards off his wheel and amused myself at his big gearing by closing and sitting right on his wheel on the uphill sections. We entered Aldeburgh and he sat up and pulled over. Teenage Racer 0 – Middle Aged Tourist 1. Childish, yet satisfying.


Aldeburgh was originally scheduled as my next stop, but I decided to push on to Thorpeness and enjoyed another espresso and cake while watching the hired rowing boats and kayaks on the Meare.
Having checked my watch and map, I settled on making Southwold, at roughly 66 miles, for lunch.

Fish and chips were on my mind and in my nostrils as I arrived in Southwold. Following a quick circuit of the town centre I couldn’t track down the source of the delicious smell and settled on the Red Lion.

Its never good to take pictures of yourself
Mistake No. 2. If you fancy fish and chips by the sea, go to a chippy. Don’t bother with pub fish and chips – its bland and expensive. On the upside I met a couple of older guys from the Midlands who were riding down to Harwich before catching a ferry to the continent to spend the summer pottering around Europe. Now that’s what I call a constructive use of retirement. We compared notes on campsites, wished each other well and headed our separate ways.



The route, as I headed into the marine/industrial/holiday park landscapes of Lowestoft and Great Yarmouth was becoming less and less familiar. Before Caister, I even repeated my earlier bike path mistake – seduced again! I stopped at Caister and with a view of an offshore windfarm called a campsite close to Cromer and booked. That was it – I was committed – it was now Cromer or bust.

North of Caister, the route became more picturesque and noticeably flatter. The rain also started as I passed the 100 mile mark at West Somerton.


The 100 mile mark. In the rain.

The coastal road wound its way round towards Cromer with light houses, gas pipeline facilities and radar stations providing points of interest. The last few miles of a ride like this are the trickiest – when you are searching for a particular location in the middle of nowhere. I don’t have a GPS unit and prefer to rip a page out of a road atlas, so its my own fault really!

If you are on a road you don’t want to be on and the rain is hammering down, you can almost guarantee that something bad is going to happen. And so it came to pass that at 125 miles I got my first puncture of the day. Then I realised my usual procedure would be complicated by heavy pannier removal and a bit of extra faffing.

Defending the Nation

Fortunately, the downpour gave me some nice deep puddles, perfect for pinpointing punctures. Having loaded everything back up, I set off in a bit of a huff. Soaked to the skin and peed off.


My second puncture happened at the 127 mile mark. Having repeated the process and in even more of a dark mood, I rolled into the campsite about an hour later than planned. Reception was closed, but the security guy showed me to my pitch where I set everything up, got a brew and some food on, showered and retired to the clubhouse for a well earned pint of Guinness. The best Irish recovery drink on the market. My only niggling concern was that the strong and very helpful tailwind of today was going to become a troublesome cross wind as I turned from North to West for Day 2.


Home, sweet home
129 miles completed at an average of 15.1mph after 8hrs 31 in the saddle.

My legs didn’t feel too bad either.




Monday, 20 June 2011

Belgium

Perspective. Its how things look from where you are. As a cyclist, you immediately have a very different perspective to non-cycling members of our society. You see things differently. You might not think that you do, but believe me you do. It does no harm to remind yourself of this every now and then. Its good to get some perspective.

Examples of cycle-specfic perspective are many, but the most obvious include:

Lycra - to the cyclist it is practical, essential, even cool. To huge swathes of the public at large it is not acceptable in any polite circumstance. Ever. I do lycra quite a bit. Most days.

Shaved Legs (male) - again, completely acceptable to those in the know (although there appears to be no consensus on exactly why) and guaranteed to raise more than an eyebrow in most outside circles - particularly the non metro-sexual ones. Haven't taken the plunge personally - doubt I will.

Red Traffic Lights - for far too many of us on the cycling side of the fence, these appear to mean nothing. Perspective, bordering on blindness. To society in general a red traffic light means you stop and wait for a green one, or amber at the very least, but you stop, before ploughing on. I'll say one thing for motorists (I am one from time to time) at least the vast majority know a red light when they seen one and stop.

Belgium - for me, this is the big one. A country that separates itself as clearly as the cycling community can define itself from the nasty outside world. Belgium - a political basket case of a country which finds itself without a government for over a year, paralysed by the failure of the two populations to come together. Belgium - its a joke.

Can you even name a famous Belgian? Belgium - known for beer and chocolate that most people think is French anyway. Belgium - Plastic Bertrand, Tin Tin and  Poirot. Again, most people probably assume anything marginally famous and Belgian to be French.

We live in blissful ignorance of Belgium, until we cycle.

It is possible for your perspective on Belgium on its own to define you as a cyclist, even if you never ride a bike

Perspective. Belgium - commonly viewed by many as the epicentre of the cycling world. A cycling Garden of Eden, if you will. The spiritual home of cycling as a real sport. The races, the riders, the cobbles, the climbs - only in Belgium, and most of us want a little bit of Belge to rub off on us. We crave it. We even pay for it. Kit with a flash of black, yellow and red. Bikes from Ridley, Merckx, Flanders...

The greatest of the cycling greats? Why it can only be Eddy Merckx... the Belgian legend that grows each year - he is the starting point for most newbies to our sport (at least they can see past Armstrong). By the time my son is boring people in pubs about the unbeatable Mr Merckx, the legend will have grown yet further to prove that he won every single bike race on the face of the planet between 1967 and 1976.

Think about beer and sport... Budweiser/Carlsberg/Amstel, Official Beers of whichever football tournament is currently raking it in... talk to a cyclist about beer and you will get one of two responses - CTC leaning types will invariably go for "a pint of old stuff with bits in it" (beards are wonderful bit filters) but talk to anyone with a modicum of race interest and I would be surprised if you weren't bombarded with some of the most obscure Belgian brews available. I am a little more commercial in my tastes and happy to settle for Duvel or Leffe, but your hardcore race fan will swear by some Flemish Monkische Scrotebrau and settle for nothing less.


Belgium - produces more World Tour riders than any other country. Given the size of the place this is amazing. The Spring Classics fought out on the cobbles and climbs of Flanders and Wallonia each year are OWNED by Belgian winners in a way that French fans of the Tour de France or British Tennis fans at Wimledon can only dream of. Take the Ronde, or Tour of Flanders as an example - run on 95 occasions. Won by Belgians 67 times. They own it.

How many famous Belgians can you name? Newbie cyclists, probably at least five. More established riders and fans, at least 10 to 15. I bet many hardcore, long term race fans will be able to name 25 - 50, or even more.

Cyclocross - don't even get me started on cyclocross, my favourite racing discipline - I could be here all night... there will be many posts to follow on cyclocross in the coming months, but you cannot deny that 'cross is possibly more Belgian than Belgium itself.

Oh Belgium... how I have come to admire you... but only because I cycle.