Bendigo 6 Hour

After my disastrous attempt at Jubber Land 2 weeks ago, I was hoping for a better day on the bike at the Bendigo 6 Hour.  Not great preparation for the day due to work demands (sitting for 12 hours on Wednesday, then standing for 6 hours on Friday) and dog demands, but that's life.  

I started the event with the plan to ride somewhere between 4 - 6 hours, depending on what my legs had.  I started not too bad, but soon realised that I should have ridden my bike before the event after having my front fork serviced.  I think Aido must have thought I was looking like a bit of a heifer on Facebook, cause the fork was pretty well ramped up for someone 10 - 20 kg heavier, which meant I had very little front suspension on such a rugged course.  It kind of took away some of the fun of the Sedgwick course that I love so much.  Also, now that I have my full travel back rather than the reduced travel pre-service, I think I might need to go another 5 degrees negative on a new stem - the front seemed very upright compared to my sweet race bike that I'd been riding for 2 weeks.

  

The day was truly gorgeous - sunny Sedgwick was at its best for the first 3 hours, but clearly my body thought it was a little too warm to be trying to eat and ride, and 2 hours into the event my body was rejecting any food I put in.  Fluids were fine, but anything food-like tried to bounce straight back out again.  This is a familiar endurance race response that my body has exhibited since 2006, but after not racing for pretty much 4 years it appears I have softened, because I just couldn't deal with dry-reaching with every mouthful of food for any longer than 2 hours.  

What's with the ugly photo faces these days???

Stomach problems aside I was lapping pretty well but fatiguing all over as the day progressed.  Sedgwick is a pretty demanding event on the whole body, and eventually my hamstrings were killing me on each climb and I realised I wasn't enjoying the event too much anymore.  So I happily pulled the pin at 4 hours and had a great time.  

I managed to get home, shower and return to the event with the dogs for the presentations.  Buzz thought he'd join me on the podium, and Beep was trying desperately to get her body up there too.  

Also, it was so good to see Roz Bradley out there lapping on her singlespeed for the 3 hour - a tough climbing course for a tough chick.  And also congratulations to Carrie Edney for placing 3rd in the solo women's 3 hour.

Rocky Rider Chicks - Carrie Edney, Justine Leahy & Roz Bradley

Solo Women's 6 Hour Podium (plus 2!)

One of the last climbs on my last lap - the face says it all.....OUCH!!

Other riders made this corner look so hard - me?....I'm enjoying a laugh with the photographer!

Liv/Giant Girls Ride and Jubber Land 3 Hour

I don't think I've been to Castlemaine to ride since moving to Bendigo 12 months ago, but I made up for that this weekend by riding there twice!  

Jane's Liv/Giant Girls Ride is always something to look forward to and treasure.  Always good rides, lovely 'ladies' (I use that term loosely) and lots of laughs.  As it was, the laughs were on me on Saturday.  

I had a busy Saturday morning coaching netball (last game of the season) then rushed to Castlemaine to meet up with the girls on their way back from Vaughan Springs.  Not far after I'd met up with the girls I was following Jane through a fast section when I big stick flung up from her rear wheel that hit me in the arm.  After a few laughs I then realised that it had pulled the hydraulic cable from my lockout leaver, leaving me with locked out front suspension for the remainder of the ride.  The first rough decent had me complaining that having no suspension exacerbated my bingo wings, tuck-shop arms, fedebedahs (I think Mick calls them that cause that's the noise they make when they flap around), and of course Jane had her quick laughs to add to the mix.  All laughs aside, damn, considering I was racing that bike on Sunday.  But on the upside, it's a good thing that I have 2 Scalpels.  

Sunday didn't exactly go to plan.  However the social side of the race was as it always has been - fun, supportive people, some I have known for many years, some more recent friends.  And I was on my race Scalpel, so I was really looking forward to a beautiful ride.  

The first lap was great fun and had the heart and legs going hard.  I knew the second lap wouldn't be as fast, but I was enjoying the company.  I had a verbal altercation with a roadie who was strong on the easy climbs but struggled on the technical climbs and descents, but this didn't fluster me, but I will say that when someone says 'Rider....RIDER' that means that if you are walking a technical section you GET OUT OF THE WAY and let them ride it!!  That guy learnt Mountain Bike Etiquette 101 very quickly....just because he can't ride something doesn't mean everyone else behind him has to walk it too.  

The 'A' line beat me for the first time ever.  It's been 9 months since I last rode there, and as I found out it's changed a bit.  I made it through the hard rocky descent but was focusing too much on it and forget to look ahead for the sharp left-hander immediately after it.  I managed to steady myself and tried to rectify it but stepped off and slid down the hill on my front.  A dirty jersey, grazed chin and a chest full of dirt is a dead giveaway that I face planted.  Nothing hurt and a quick recovery and I was back on my way.  And many thanks to Andy for having my bike upright for me by the time I had run back up the hill to get it.  

I was struggling halfway through the second lap.  I stopped to help out a female friend on a couple of the technical descents, which she mastered with a couple of attempts.  Once sorted she rode off in front very pleased with her achievements, and I really hope she managed to ride them in subsequent laps.  Jake and the photographer gave me a huge double thumbs up for some nice air I pulled off a rock drop - always a bit of a motivator.  

By the third lap my bike was making a clunking sound whenever I launched off something.  I was a bit worried about this noise, and was thankful that I pulled the pin early on the race when I found that I had sheared one of the rear shock bolts off.  

I was struggling very much, but I rode briefly with the very lovely Amanda Herd - always supportive and friendly, and good for a laugh.  I was fatiguing to the point where I was starting to make silly mistakes, and baffled as to why I was so exhausted.  Surely I've got more in me than 2.5 hours.  I pulled the pin after 3 laps having had lots of fun, but also having had lots of time to think about why I was struggling so much.  I know work has been stupidly busy with 4 - 5 weeks of trips all over the state, but had that really taken that much out of me?  Or was it these interruptions that have meant that little riding/training has been done during this time.  Or has the unusually wet Bendigo Winter been the bit contributor?  Or my poor nutrition during the week and days leading up to the event?  Or simply a combination of all of the above?  Though I thoroughly enjoyed the day, it has been a realisation of many things - some I can actively do something about, some I can't.  But I do know that the days are getting longer, the temperatures are getting warmer - who'd have thought that we would be racing in nicks and a jersey in August in Castlemaine! - and I always have 2 beautiful babies to return home to after a good or not so good ride.  

Thanks to Bruce for running a great event, and to Jake and crew for all your hard work and the hours spent preparing the track.

The puppies gave me a good laugh after my race.  i gave them 2 new stuffed toys to entertain them while I had a relaxing bath.  5 minutes in Buzzy had destroyed his toy and was eyeing off Beep's.  However she wasn't giving hers up in a hurry.  The progressive photos below tell the story very well.  

Buzzy excited with his new toy

Buzz having destroyed his own toy is now eyeing off Beep on the couch with her intact toy

Buzz doing his best to hijack Beep's toy, but she wasn't giving in easily and even pulled the nose back

The Winter Sun Has Finally Shone

Finally some sun has shone in Bendigo and the dogs and I decided to make the most of it.  I enjoyed an easy mountain bike ride and came across a few other riders who were enjoying the warmth of sunshine.  One of the guys I followed smelt like bubble gum, but when I told him this I think he thought I was a fruit loop, until I made a tricky maneuver passed him and his mates on the water race.  But they were kind a friendly and I went on and enjoyed my ride.

I did actually do something really silly, but it took me a while to figure it out.  I was riding a rocky fast single track and was thinking 'I really need to get this front fork serviced', but not completely blaming the fork, I also admitted that my skills must really be lacking at the moment because I was landing really hard when launching over rocks and tree roots.  It wasn't until I got home and lent on my handle bars that I realised that my front fork was locked out!!  I then recalled that I locked it out 2 weeks ago on a long road section, and had been riding it locked out for the past 3 mtb rides!!  No wonder I was feeling that the rear shock also needed servicing, cause it was feeling saggy and low compared to the front.  Well, it's a good thing I can ride a bike pretty good, cause sometimes there's not much going on in my brain!

And for some relaxing, I spent hours reading my book in the sun with the dogs.  However I was quickly relegated to sharing the dog bed with one dog, when both Buzz and Beep decided they preferred the chair than the dog bed.  The things we do as parents.....

Where do I sit????

Buzzy sharing his happiness with me - kisses are treasured treats from my boy,
but he wasn't holding back yesterday!

Police & Emergency Services Games 3 Hour

Though this is just one of those events that don't really phase me, it was conveniently timed in my return to racing, and a duration that was doable but still challenging.  

I vaguely remembered the course at Officer to be technical with lots of hard climbs.  I also remembered that I think it was Officer that I had a huge crash at 10 years ago.  I was also much fitter and lighter 10 years ago.  

I knew that my inability to climb strongly would be my weakness, therefore I consciously hammered the technical descents and sections to make up valuable seconds each lap.  I was loving throwing my Scalpel round the course, over rocks and tree roots, and letting the bike flow and float over the rough sections.  As I got to know the course I was able to nail sections better each time.  The climbs didn't get any harder or easier than the first lap, until about the 2 hour mark where I accidentally took the lead.  Once in front I was driven to not lose the lead.  So I pushed harder on the climbs; I descended as hard as I could to clock up those seconds gained on each rugged section.  

One amusing point occurred during the 2 hour mark.  In my attempt to gain seconds on the descents, I was hammering a fast flowy section that had a fast 90 degree right hander, and then continued on a fast descent.  A male rider was propped on his bike on the outside of the corner, obviously having over-shot the corner and decided to have a rest.  He had watched me descend fast, floating the bike over rocks and ruts and cornering at speed, and had the gall to make the comment as I rode past him on the corner 'Don't hurt yourself.'  DON'T HURT YOURSELF!!!  Who did he think he was talking to???....someone who couldn't corner like himself?  I did have a laugh over that one.  For the rest of the lap.

I have to say that I had a fantastic race.  Results weren't a goal, but I had many other factors to do that I could measure success against.  

1. I had a great warm-up riding the technical first half of the course, identifying that the tech sections were going to be my only ally in this event
2. I talked myself through the entire race, complimenting myself on each achievement
3. I climbed strong the entire race, even when I had absolutely nothing left in my legs and had to walk the 2 steep climbs in the last 2 laps
4. I used my strengths to my advantage and didn't let my weaknesses bring me down
5. I had an absolute ball, including laughing with some of the marshalls every lap, and woo-hooing on the awesome sections of fast technical track

What did I learn?  To buy bananas the day before the race before the shops shut.  I was a little under-done in the nutrition area and I'm pretty sure my legs could have done with a bit more than Endura gels.  

My Comeback To Racing - Wombat 50

I decided that the Wombat 50km was going to be my first race where I would actually race - race in the sense that I would give everything I had on the day.  Life now is so unpredictable that it is difficult to have those days of planned training that you stick to, good preparation the week before, and the only thing you have to think about the day before is your race.  I have accepted that this is no longer the way of my life and, at times, simply making the most of being at a race is the best I can do.  The Wombat 50 was one of these times.  

The day before the race I was exhausted.  By 6pm my legs were aching and I wanted to go to sleep.  By 8pm I was driving Gav to the race and going to sleep in the car and not race.  
Driving to the event at 5am meant dodging a lot of kangaroos along Sedgwick Rd.  I don't think Gav had a complete grasp on what I meant when I said 'You're on kangaroo watch' until 5 minutes from home I nearly sent Gav through the windscreen to miss a 'roo jumping across the road in front of me.  From then on he was a great co-pilot.  

Somehow I managed to wake up once the sun rose as Gav was waiting for his race start.  By my start time I was in my kit and at the start.  First goal ticked off - getting to the start line.  At the start line I met my regular fellow-casual-approach-starter, Bevo.  Bevo is just awesome, and she made me feel good about getting to the start line without even knowing what she'd done.

The first 20km was awesome.  I was flowing beautifully through the singletrack with Tegan and chatting away - I was able to keep the bike moving smoothly through the slippery track while floating over tree roots nicely.  I felt good on the bike, although my legs were expectedly tired even during the warm-up.  

The next 10 - 15km was horrible.  I went into a slippery bit of singletrack without thinking about what I was doing, with a 'gu' in my mouth, and I 'd lost my flow.  I was stuffing up stuff that I had previously been nailing, I was getting angry with myself, and I was tired.  Lost my head for a while, but when I realised this I consciously tried to put it back on and not let it take hold any longer.  At this point there were huge fire trail rutted mud puddles 20cm deep in water and mud, and my call was to walk around these if they couldn't be ridden around.  Some of the guys riding past commented that I was riding 'girly' but my comment back was 'I don't want a $300 bill out the other side of this race'.  I love my bike too much to put it through that when the stakes are low.  It was also at this point that I wondered of myself, 'How did I used to race 24 hour solo races competitively?'

By the 35km mark I knew I only had 10km to go, so I stuck to my plan and pushed harder on the climbs.  My descending flow came back a bit which egged my on.  I past a female rider fixing a flat, and though I had no idea if she was in the same category, I used this as a motivator to not let her catch me.  

With 5km to go I gave it everything.  I was making loud noises of pain on the climbs and talking myself through the descents.  I finished with a look of pain on my face, and an emotional feeling that I had fulfilled my goal.  I had nothing left in my legs and I had completed my first comeback race.  I finished, cooled down, made my way to some grass in the sun, and lay there for 15 minutes before I could move.

Upcoming Events

Well I've taken the plunge and entered a couple of events.  The Wombat 50km and the Police & Emergency Services Games 3 Hour.  I have no expectations in either of these results wise....my results are based on pushing myself to finish each event with nothing left in the tank, and to have a great time doing it.  

My brother Gav is coming down to race the Wombat 100 so I thought instead of just 'riding' the 100km, I'd try and have some legs and actually race the 50km, within means of what is possible at a busy time of year.  

Gav and I have a week of mountain biking planned post-race, then I'm entered to race the following weekend at P&ES Games at Officer.  Again it should be about the same duration as the Wombat, so let's hope my legs aren't too tired from the week of riding and that I have something left in them for the race.  It's exciting and motivating having some racing goals, even if they are minor ones.  

I'm loving being on the bike, and after the hectic and demanding days at work I push myself to get on the bike, even for 30 mins, which blows away the worries of work and allows me 'my time' and 'down time'.  A few tunes to sing along to that always distract me from my heavy thoughts and take me to memories from long along linked to particular songs, or songs that make me drive that hill climb, or liken my life to the lovely words and melodic tunes.  I love my bikes and I love my life.

Golden Triangle Epic 50km Race

Roz and I agreed that we would 'ride' the 50km option of the Golden Triangle Epic race.  Being in our backyard we would have been pretty silly to not enter, though neither of us were in any form to actually race the event.  As it turned out, Shelley McColl ended up another great chick to ride with.

In line with our fun approach to the event, it was only fitting that we don the 'flanny jersey' (or Lumberjane as Sugoi call it) ready for laughs and fun comments.  And in true form hairdresser Roz came through with matching colour for our hair!  We were certainly catching everyone's eye, if not in the normal manner that you gain notoriety at a race.

We rode at trail ride pace and had the most awesome day.  We talked for 4 hours pretty much non-stop, which I'm pretty sure is a record for Roz and myself.  But what a great day....laughs, catching up with Shelley, a bit of dribble towards the end, and even a song yelled out loud to get us through the last 5km.  Mind you that last 5km we actually started to drop other riders, so I'm not sure if it was our increased flow and momentum with singing and laughing about it, or if they couldn't stand our singing.  Either way we ended up in great spirits.

Thanks heaps Roz and Shelley - I look forward to doing it next year again.

Roz and myself at the end of 50km - still lots of smiles

Long time no update

 In brief, it's been busy.  The piccies somewhat sum up 2014 so far.  

• 3 tours away with fire going to a different location and doing a different role each time; trying to keep my job under control whilst being away
• Doing a few rides with Roz in between being away
• Finally getting my hardcopy Postgraduate Diploma in Bushfire Management, which Dave from work absconded with and renamed calling me a 'smart arse' (as can be seen in photo)
• Feeling guilty about putting the dogs in kennels for the extended periods of being away
• Trying to locate and kill a brown snake in my backyard that the dogs had bailed up at my back door (thanks to neighbour Jeff for the heads-up phone call)
• Watching my friends at the Women's XCO Round 3 of the National Series at Echuca

My grafitti'd Postgraduate Diploma

An interesting phenomenon - reduced grasses/weeds beneath trees meant lower intensity burning of the foliage

Em Parkes racing hard

Got to spend some time with Em after the race

Dear friend Tory Thomas racing to 3rd position - you inspire me every day, Tory.

Beep not perturbed after interaction with snake - Buzz exhausted

Birthday, Dogs, Riding, Christmas, Dogs, Riding

It's a great time of year for everything - so much to do and so many daylight hours to do it all.  A piccy of the dogs at Christmas after Buzz opened their presents.  Buzz was finally allowed to grab the pressies from under the tree and open them, after a week of nudging them with his muzzle and being told to refrain from opening them.  Buzz happily shredded the wrapping, then moved onto the next pressie, while Beep ran off with the toy to play with it.

I've also had some great rides with Roz.  This mtb ride was in honour of our new purchase....the flanny jersey!!!  Great laughs, especially when we got some laughs and comments from passers by at the coffee shop.  Just wait til we hit up a teams event in these babies!!  Our competition will be laughing too hard to even have a chance!  

Leahy Track, Sedgwick State Forest

Guess what I found?!!  Yep, the guys from the DSE Bendigo Depot came through with the goods.  

This trail was the final section of trail that I rode through in Sedgwick State Forest that led to my house in Sedgwick.  I used to ride this trail from the end of my street through the unused road reserve, jump the fence and onto singletrack, that widened to this trail that was unnamed at the time.  The Bendigo guys graded the trail to open it up for fire use and when they heard that I rode it often (especially to work and back) they said they would name it after me.  When I moved back to Bendigo a couple of months ago Darryl mentioned there was a track named after me, so I've been hanging out to see it.  

Thanks Tranter, Scotty and Doosh for making me feel special by etching my name in Sedgwick State Forest for all time.

And of course I had lots of fun and a small 'off' heading out there on the One Tree Hill trails.  A great 2hr mtb on a most gorgeous day.

'Leahy Track' named after me by the guys from DSE Bendigo Depot

A return to Mt Sugarloaf

It's been no less than 7 years since I last rode from Bendigo out to Mt Sugarloaf and back, and it hasn't changed much in that time.  Except for the last pinch, rocky climb to the top and the descent back down.  Roz and I headed out in the showery weather and followed a brilliant dark blue cloud for 1.5hrs, then ended up in the cloud for 30 mins with some rain.  But what a brilliant 60km 3.5hr mtb ride.  Chatting all the way of course!  And it's so good to be free of study FOREVER....never again.  But that's what I said when I finished my undergrad.  But for now it's back to bikes and dogs - the way life outside of work was meant to be.  

I'm planning on a bigger couple of weeks on the bike in preparation for the Duael with Roz.  Better late than never.  And in the words of Bon Scott, 'Ride On' (by the way, one of my favourite AC/DC songs...you can take the girl out of Penriff - the 'riff - but you can't take the Penriff out of the girl !!).  

It's been a long time

No, I'm not bursting into Led Zeppelin's song here - just simply stating a fact.  3 months actually.  But oh so much has happened in that time.  I now live in Bendigo (again).  I now love my home (and yes it is a home, not a house).  The dogs love their new home too, and have settled in remarkably well - but let's face it, they're well adjusted to moving house since this is house number 6 for their short lives of 7 and 8.  The location of my home is perfect for work and play (both dogs and bikes).  

I did my first race a week after moving to Bendigo.  My race preparation included 3 rides with Roz in the week preceding the race.  I placed 1st Solo Female in the Bendigo 6 Hour.  I rode for 4hr 45 min - my longest ride in over a year.  I have not raced since.

Work has taken hold, then a slight mishap with my uni subject meant that the last 5 weeks have been spent completing 2 subjects.  Not much riding in the last 5 weeks.  But now I only have to finish off a 20 min powerpoint presentation, present it on Monday, and I'm done.  I'M DONE !!!  I will then be 

Justine Leahy BAppSc, Dip Mgmt, PGDip.  3 degrees....how's that for a 'Penriff girl' who dropped out after Year 10?!!!!

I was to race this weekend at the Wombat 6+6 Hour - 6 hours Saturday; 6 hours Sunday.  Well a huge work and study week meant that I finally had time to think about the race at 6pm on Friday night.  Wash bike.  Prepare race nutrition.  Pack clothes.  I slept through the first alarm on Saturday morning.  I woke with the second alarm but dozed back off to sleep for 20 mins.  If I had've climbed out of bed at that point and head straight to Woodend I would still make it in time for registration.  At this point I decided I was obviously exhausted, I was only going to be 'riding' not 'racing' due to my lack of training, and I really needed to just stop.  I haven't stopped for 5 weeks.  

So I stayed in bed with my babies; walked them for 45 mins; sat out the back in the sun and read a fantastic book I'm really enjoying while the dogs happily chewed their bones.  I lay down on the back step and closed my eyes, and realised that I was at peace.  For the first time in my life I WAS AT PEACE.  For someone who is restless, ambitious, determined, driven to achieve, this was a new and welcome feeling that was coming from within me.  

The time ticked on and I wanted to get a big ride in today even though I wasn't racing.  Bendigo - Kamarooka - Raywood - Bendigo seemed like a great idea.  A 90km mostly flat ride for my weary and unfit legs.  By the time I'd gotten to Raywood I was feeling okay but realised I must have had a fair tailwind, as my average speed was 30 km/h.  Sure enough, I then had 30 km straight into a head wind to get home.  It shattered me.  I dropped down to average 26.4 km over this distance.  Just under 3.5 hrs and this is the longest road ride I have done in 3 years.  An hour long bath helped my aching legs to recover, but I was glad that I had done the ride.  It used to be one of my favourites long ago because of the gentle undulations and quiet roads - nothing has changed.

I'm now going to sleep for a long time.

Dave's Bogan Biking Sheila

A ride with Dave on Sunday arvo was just what I needed, and as always with Dave, laughs that I needed came with some great mountain biking.  Dave gave me the confidence boost I needed in myself, which then turned a simple compliment into me being a bogan biking sheila....a nickname I now smile at, whilst writing this blog.  Thanks Kylie, for sharing your wonderful husband with me on some great rides.  And as always, (mud-splattered) smiles at the end of the ride.  And I'm sick of cleaning my bike after every ride!  Bring on next weekend - or maybe a mid-week night ride with Kira to keep me sane during the week's commuter riding (boring, but a good time to chill and listen to some awesome tunes).  

Great MTB Rides and Rainy Weather

Had a good couple of mtb rides over the weekend.  Saturday was the great trails of Bendigo - though only a brief 1.5hr ride, then raced off to a work do.  But sweet trails of fun, though I am still struggling for strength and fitness so the climbing wasn't as much fun as it used to be.  The rain didn't really dampen my riding spirits too much, expect for packing up the car and changing into dry clothes.

Sunday was a cruisy Dandenong Ranges mtb.  Up the never-ending Basin-Olinda Rd climb, where it started raining.  Descending from Olinda to Sassafras I had a brain-freeze from the cold and wet - not nice.  Went on a different firetrail descent than usual which cut out some climbing, but I got the brain-freeze back again.  I was glad to get back to the flats of Boronia and on my way home to dry off and warm up.

Back to a week of work, then planning next weekend's rides!!

Blores Hill 3/6 Hour Race

A week ago I committed to doing the 3 Hr race at Blores Hill, Heyfield.  I knew I didn't really have 6 hours of riding in my legs, and also it was just getting too difficult to get sorted for a night away with the dogs and riding for 6 hours.  

I hadn't raced or ridden at Blores Hill before but had heard it was fun, relatively flat, with some rocky stuff up the top end or the course.  My race plan consisted of:

1. Get to the event
2. Don't take it seriously - just have fun
3. Ride for 3 hours

And guess what?  I did all 3, and managed a 2nd place!!

It started well when a 10 mth old staffy-baby greeted me at registration.  I had to make a few gear adjustments while warming up, and I must have done something right because I had no problems throughout the day.  I lined up at the back of the pack for race start - chatting away to a familiar face who now has a name - Amber - and not checking out the competition AT ALL.  I was there for fun.

I passed a few riders in the first 5 mins then rounded a bend in the fire trail, only to find a former fire work colleague from Bendigo standing on the side of the track in Parks Victoria uniform.  I hadn't seen Cliff for 6 years since I'd left Bendigo, so of course I had to stop and chat.  Cliff commented that obviously I had backed it off a notch from when he knew me, seeing as I was stopping mid-race to chat for 5 mins.  The last rider passed me, so I thought I should probably get going again.

I thoroughly enjoyed the technical rock garden at the top end of the course - lots of rocks to climb on, to ride over, and to descend on.  I gave the 'A' line descent a shot on my 2nd lap and nailed it - so much smoother than the 'B' line, though you needed guts to do it.  The pump section was great fun, and the marshalls told me to stop laughing each time I came through working it.  After this section there was lots of easy pedalling with gently climbs.  

Transitioning for my 3rd lap I stopped to chat to my good friend Jane.  Yabba yabba and off I went.  It was at the 2 hour mark that my glutes began to burn - not just burning while pedalling, but REALLY burning while descending the technical stuff.  Obviously they haven't had to hold me upright in that position with that much demand for a very long time.  Too long.  Throughout the race I passed and was by old racing friends - many I hadn't seen for some time.  It was fantastic.  I came across Cliff again, stopped for another chat, then rolled on.  

Final lap and my glutes and triceps were burning worse than I have ever felt.  But I still rode the technical climb and descent, and had a huge smile at the top of the rocky climb.  During the race I had no thoughts on where I was placed - I actually thought I was 6th out of 8.  Amanda filled me in at the end that I had placed 2nd!!  Still can't believe it....all I could say was 'But I stopped and chatted all race!'.  Maybe that was the key....to have fun.

Thanks to all my racing friends (and Cliff) for a great day out.  And thanks to my Scalpel for never letting me down.

Daylesford, Smiths Gully & Lysterfield all in one week

I've had a great week of mtb-ing.  On the way to Daylesford it starting snowing, and ended up quite a depth the closer I got to Daylesford.  We were to ride out and meet 3 amazing chicks (Jane, Amanda and Beth) who were riding on the Dry Diggings Trail from Castlemaine to Daylesford.  The 3 of us procrastinated, made up excuses, dilly-dallied, then finally got out on the bike for a great ride.  Cold, but great.  I've committed myself to riding more of the Dry Diggings Trail when the weather is a bit warmer and dryer.  

Kira and Jo mid-ride (once we finally got out of the warm house)

The sun shone for my Smiths Gully ride, even though the temp only reached 9 degrees for the entire ride.  Still better than 4 degrees for the Daylesford ride!  The trails were good, the climbs were good but hard, and I finished the ride with not a whole lot left in the tank.

Kira and I decided on a night ride at Lysterfield.  We somehow picked up a lone rider in the car park named Damien, who rode with us.  He didn't seem to mind our slowness, and didn't laugh too hard when I fell off.  Overall, a great night ride mid-week.

Redesdale Race

What can I say?  It rained on the way there.  It rained during the briefing.  And it rained while I was racing.  But everyone else was in the rain too, so it was an even playing field.  

The 7km prologue was boring - lots of climbing, lots of fire trail.  But I was looking forward to the main course with lots of singletrack.  My bike had other ideas.  It started making a familiar grinding noise that reverberated through the carbon in the first few kms, and it was more than just grinding wet dirt on the gears and chain.  It wasn't doing it yesterday, but I'd had this problem with my other Scalpel late last year.  I thought it might ease so I continued on through the prologue.  My legs were feeling the climbs, but still feeling really good and I was enjoying myself, despite the rain.  

I'd ridden about 3km of the actual course (so 10km all up) when the grinding noise became worse.  It was a time to make a call - turn back while the start/finish was still within easy rolling distance, or continue to torture my poor bike and possibly cause more damage.  I couldn't do it to my lovely Scalpel so I turned back.  40 mins of riding in the rain - not much of a race.

BUT.....I got there, I got on the start line, I started racing, and my legs felt good.  I didn't feel so good standing in the increasingly heavy rain, attempting to clean my bike enough to put in the car, and then get changed into some clothes that started out dry but were very wet by the time I'd gotten changed.  

Hoping my bike will magically wash itself in the rain

Hoping my jersey will magically wash itself when I get home

Smiths Gully - Christmas Hills Girls MTB Ride

Jane's Liv/Giant girls mtb ride this month left from Smiths Gully through to the Christmas Hills trails that I had ridden last December (?) with Dave and Neil.  Lots of fun with 14 girls all up - a great choice of trails by Jane.  Some of the 'usual suspects', and a few that I had never met before.  No major incidents, and no major laughing episodes like the last one.  All finished off at the Smiths Gully cafe for some good food.

Saturday night was good fun with Dave and Kylie.  We went to see The Lone Ranger - a good laugh, entertaining, and long.  

Thanks all for a great Saturday.

Castlemaine x 2

The weekend started with Jane's Liv/Giant women's ride in Castlemaine.  The ride was on the Dry Diggings Trail from Castlemaine to Vaughan Springs, return.  And the group of 11 girls didn't let anyone down.  We rode well together and laughed well together.  It was the longest ride I've done since early February, so I was happy to pace myself and be sweeper for the most part.  The ride to Vaughan Springs was incident and mechanical free - all of us chatting with old friends along the trail and meeting new friends.  

Vaughan Springs lunch stop - the 'footy' shot

And the 'girly' shot

We rode into Vaughan Springs for lunch and I spotted my nemesis....the Vaughan Springs slippery-dip.  I've been to Vaughan Springs on rides over the past 10 years and have never had the guts to ride the slippery-dip, like the guys did each time.  Today was the day I would try.  I tried to get sorted at the top but was finding it difficult to balance myself upright while preparing to descend.  The platform was only just long enough for my bike, but there was nowhere to lean my knee on to stabilise myself.  There was a family picnicking in the park and I heard a guy say 'I've always wanted to do that.'  I looked up and they were all watching and had the video camera on me!  I balanced myself up enough to start, went a bit off line but managed to get it back on straight, and down I went!  So so happy!!  

SUCCESS !!!

First flat tyre - turns out it takes 5 degrees and 15 years of study to put a tube in a tubeless tyre!!

The ride back to Castlemaine was a long slog for me, not having any fitness at all.  But I chugged away slowly.  Beth flatted on the way back, which was a bit of a laugh to put a tube in the tubeless tyre.  Not hard, but a laugh non-the-less.  But the final touch was the 2nd flat for the day, 10 minutes riding from the cars.  The following photos pretty much tell the story.  2 tubes, 4 cartridges, 2 cartridge adapters, 2 pumps, a pulled laughing muscle, and sore stomachs all round pretty much sums it up!!

A simple change-tube scenario ended up nearly 30 mins of continuous laughter.  An opportunity for the flattee to change her first mtb tube (many road, but no mtb).  After a premature cartridge release it was found that the tube had a short valve for the deep-dished rims.  Tube number 2 and a pump was tried (which did not work with the little bit of valve that stuck out).  Cartridge number 2 was tried with little success.  Jane thought this would be an opportunity to practice using her cartridge and adapter.  Cartridge 1 prematurely released, then realising that the adapter had a 'Close' label that was obviously not closed.  Cartridge 4 successfully gassed the tube with enough CO2 to get a pump on the valve.  Except as Jane removed the adapter, she also pulled the valve out of the tube!!!  So our only tube, Jane holding the adapter with the valve still in it, and another girl holding the wheel with her finger plugging up the hole where the tube should be!!!  You can imagine how, at this point, we lost it.  Completely.  All work on the wheel stopped while we laughed so hard our stomachs hurt...tears rolled from eyes, and we couldn't stop.  Jane finished it off beautifully by looking at Kira with the cartridge in hand, saying 'You're the engineer Kira....fixed it.'  Valve successfully screwed back in, and the old and faithful (but slightly odd) pump was put to action.  We were back on the trail to the cars all smiling the whole way and chuckling still.  

How many tubes, pumps and cartridges does it take to change a tube?

The laughs were enough to pull a laughing muscle

RESULT !!  Tube changed - finally heading home after way too much hilarity 

 This day of fun riding and laughter was backed up by another trip to Castlemaine for the Inter Winter Series Round 2....back to the Pineys.  I was disappointed in the Super D being on before the XC, mainly because it delayed my race 2 hours.  I wanted to enjoy the race, enjoy the social scene, and get back to the dogs by mid-afternoon.  The Super D was okay - my legs were still tired from Saturday so I rolled everything that I didn't have to peddle for, and enjoyed the descents.  

By the time the XC came around I was hungry and psyched out.  So I enjoyed 1 lap of my 2, started getting angry with numpty riders who can't climb or descend singletrack, and decided to pull the pin.  If nothing else, the XC was the drive I needed to get fitter so I can out-climb the numpties at the start and get into the singletrack before them.  But overall, a great weekend of riding and laughs.

Got out of my bath to find both the dogs sharing the beanbag in front of the warm fire

June Long Weekend - Part 1

I had been looking forward to the long weekend since April.  It was a goal to work towards during long hours of study and work....a 3 DAY WEEKEND!  Though the details were scant, I knew it involved lots of riding, relaxing/reading, and time with the dogs.

Weeks ago I'd lined up to ride with Roz in Bendigo at some point.  I couldn't wait.  In arranging an overnight stay I overlooked a minor problem - no roof racks on the Impreza (I still hadn't had time to swap them over with Dave who bought the Outback).  So it ended up a day trip with the doggies as well as the mtb.  The dogs loved running round new places and new smells in the Crown Land parcels near Roz, and they became suitably tired enough to sleep while we went for a ride.  I realised after the ride that the dogs had been in the car with a bag of dog bones in the footwell of the back seat - the dogs were there for 1.5 hours, only 6 inches from the bones and didn't even touch the bag!  I'm so proud of my well-behaved babies.  

Lots of old trails that we used to ride up until 2007 - they've changed a bit, but are still there.  I was horrified at one section that is now 15 feet wide - an off-camber corner that clearly no-one could ride so they just made it wider through lack of skills - very annoyed indeed (LEARN HOW TO RIDE, PEOPLE...DON'T JUST MAKE ANOTHER LINE).  But the ride was great fun with undulations, rocky pinch climbs, and LOTS of talking!  Yes, we talked the entire 1.5 hours.  It was great.  

A beautiful Roz special home-made Yellow Lentil Dahl for dinner went down well with lots more conversation.  

Old friends out for a ride (Roz made me feel so welcome when I first moved to Bendigo - nothing changes)

Bendigo trails (and a gorgeous chick)

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Not sure what happened with the formatting of my previous post, but I'm sure you got the gist.

BIKES ARE BETTER THAN STUDY !!!!!

It's over.  After 18 months of personal time being taken up by study, I handed my final assignment in on Monday morning.  I ended up curled up on the floor at work and had a chuckle with one of the other girls.

Study finished, I curled up in the foetal position for some down time and a laugh

Never in my life have I been so sedentary.  Sunday afternoon I had the guts the look at my training calendar for 2013.  It was looking as miserable as I was feeling.  I sent an email to my always supportive riding friends - it went like this:

"I've just downloaded my Garmin and was actually game enough to look at my exercise files of 2013.  The black lines are days that I have been on the bike.  January (raced mid-Jan) was looking pretty good - 4 days a week.  Then look at that....I did a subject in Feb and I went down to 2 - 3 days a week.  March was assignments - 1 day a week.  April was a subject and assignments - 4 times in the entire month (2 of those were stress relief whilst at uni).  May....well, what can I say - half my May training was this weekend just gone (the end of my assignments and the start of my life again).

But the good thing?  See those green lines for the next 3 months?  They are races that I AM GOING TO.  And of course all the rides that go in between them.

But for now, I still have another 2 - 3 hours of assignments to do.  But this is just a screen shot of my 2013.  I will NEVER take on study again whilst working full time.  I WANT MY PERSONAL TIME AS MY OWN.  And I want my body back, too.....  And I don't want to fall off my bike as many times as I did today.   Nor get that close to Wire Grass again....it tastes funny, and made the bottom half of my face itchy."

So my life begins again.  And it started with a good 2.5 to 3 hr ride in the Mt Dandenong Sylvan Trails.  Lots of climbing, lots of fun descending.  And more than my usual share of falls.  All slow and stupid, but falls none-the-less.  And I realised that mountain biking is hard.  I guess you take it for granted that, when you ride on and off all the time, you've still got a fair bit of fitness.  But starting from scratch is HARD.  And I also realised that you can go out on the road bike and do an easy ride, but riding the type of fun, technical trails I like, there is no easy.  It's long steady climbs, then a pinch climb that you just don't have the legs for but refuse to be defeated by the climb.  So it's all hard.  

I was purely exhausted after the ride and would have liked a nice nana-nap, however another 5 hours of study had to be done to complete that assignment.  

I promised the dogs I would not touch my laptop for a couple of nights, and instead spend the time walking and playing with them.  They have been such good babies throughout all this, and if there was any way I could thank them more, I would.  And they have helped me through all this too.  The laughs they give me without even trying - I took them for a long walk Saturday morning, beginning by going past the tennis courts where they get very excited about all the dozens of tennis balls flying around and rolling on the ground.  They always look for holes in the fence to try and get the balls.  In this case there was a competition game being played - the ball went astray and ended up rolling next to the fence where the dogs were.  Beep stuck her head under the fence, pinched the ball, then ran off down the path waiting for me to throw it to her !!!  The people playing tennis obviously wanted their ball back, but had a good chuckle at the same time.  Beep was well put out when I returned the ball under the fence.  

It's taking a while to get used to not having study to do all the time.  I sat down to watch a couple of Big Bang Theory episodes on Monday night, and 3 times during these I thought it was Friday night because that's the only time I turn on the TV when I've been studying.  Seconds later I realised that I shouldn't feel guilty for not studying, and unfortunately I had to go to work the next day.  So a brief feeling of pleasure followed by a sense of doom that it wasn't yet the weekend.

I look forward to writing of my riding exploits and my training, like life used to be.  Only different.