Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Almost time to depart
Why Belgium? Hmm... Well, why not. Belgium hosts the oldest of the cycling classics and is a country I have vague memories of from when I was 6 years old so it just seems right.
Why a big race instead of a touring / slow adventure? I don't have the answer. I think it had something to do with the influence of the person I am traveling with. I had never thought of doing a ride anywhere but in Africa but Andy took my sense of adventure and helped me expand on it and showing me thst food and adventure is not limited to SA and I think with my new fitness and drive, it was a good fit.
So what preparations did I have to do? Well, I had to get fit and start enjoying climbing. I now love climbing and oddly enough on Sunday Andy mentioned a climb he wanted me to do and I got a big smile on my face and got excited!! I couldn't wait. I felt like a kid on Christmas. I am perhaps not as strong or fit as I would like but... Are we ever happy with our fitness? I also had to adjust my mindset. I have become more focused and oddly it has affected my home life. I see that because I have to be more structured with my fitness, I have had to become more structured and organized at home. Personally, I feel I have grown as well. I am more positive and focused and I think I have learnt a lot about myself.
I have spent an insane amount of time over the last few months on my bike and have racked up more kms than I have done in ages. I have also met and become friends with some fantastic people.
The packing... A friend once said to me I have obsessive compulsive list disorder. It's true of this trip again. But the list saved me again because once a merry time ago, I went away and forgot my wallet at home. Think I have everything this time - and possibly a bit more. I have taken my favorite Gearup cycling bag and packed my stuff in it. It's not a big bag but it is my traveling bag so it adds a sense of comfort. Packing tip: get duplicates of shampoo, deo etc so you don't have to pack those last minute.
I also have Rex packed. Rex is my bunny who goes on all my adventures with me. A race is not an adventure without the bunny so he is with me. When the going gets tough in a race, its having Rex that can sometimes be the difference between laughing or feeling horrid. I know I am gonna rely on Rex on Saturday. Just hope I can get an extra stamp or 2 in his passport!
How about flying? I enjoy it. As a student, I loved flying in and out of George which is an insanely short runway surrounded by mountains on one side and the ocean on the other... In fact, for a 737 its the shortest distance it can land! Haven't flown in or out of Europe since I was 8 so don't know how I am gonna handle the length of the flight. Part of me thinks I am going to enjoy it since I usually settle in the second half of local flights, then part of me is worried about how well I am going to handle the long flight with not moving around a lot. This is the great unknown!
The funny or random thoughts in my brain are the best... We need to see the main cathedral in Brussels cause this is the host of 1 of 3 embarrassing stories from when I was 6 years old that I know of, so it will be cool to see this place. Then, I have these memories of what my aunt and uncles home looked like when I was there and I keep wondering just how much is spot on.
So, tomorrow Andy and I are off on this adventure... I can't wait!!!!! But, I know this would not be possible without some rocking friends who in their own small way have motivated me. I cannot forget my colleagues who are manning the fort whilst I am away. All the best guys!
Then, last but not least my family. Mom and Dad you are always there got victories and down days. I wouldn't be able to do this without you. Thank you. To Gareth and Danielle, thank you for playing driver for me. You are gonna be part of a road cycling first with my strava segments!!
Thank you to Jason and the team at Ballistic bike trading for the opportunity to ride for you guys!! I know I am racing for a winning team on an awesome bike! And in Decca kit which is made in Belgium (a factory which we fully intend on visiting)! Thanks for welcoming me into the Bryton family.
I know I have forgotten some people but I have writers block so sorry, but thank you
Next post will be from the road!
Monday, 1 April 2013
A Big Weekend in the Saddle
Starting on Friday, I joined Graham, Francis and Daniel at Suikerbosrand Nature Reserve for a 1 loop ride. We ended up doing a really really nice ride around the reserve and I felt good - matching the attacks from the guys and ending the ride feeling I could have done more. Good sign. I had dinner plans so as tempting as a 2nd lap was, I needed to get in the kitchen and cook!
Saturday's ride was also a fairly short ride (80km) with the guys but the boys were feeling fresh and we did a lot of attacking so it was by no means an easy ride!! After leaving the guys, I went and found a few more hills and then enjoyed my afternoon of chilling and just being a human. Sunday, I took the day off to chill with friends and just had fun.
Then came Monday. The big test. I joined up with a friend who occasionally rides with me (Russell) and a Club Bryton USN rider from Heidelburg (Arno) and the 3 of us set off into the hills of Suikerbosrand Nature Reserve for a 2 lap extravaganza of fun. The wind hit us and did not relent but we fought on like fierce warriors and we kept going on. My Ghost and I cruised up the hills and I felt strong. Arno and I did the extra loop and whilst on it we found a poor triathlete with gear issues so we stopped and assisted before continuing up the next hill and to where Russell was waiting for us. The next bit was rather uneventful with us passing a few others who had issues with their bikes (honestly think people were just hiding from that crazy wind). At the end of the loop I was feeling stronger than when I had when I started so after a bit of cold drink some chocolate and bottle refills, Arno and I set out on lap 2 whilst Russell loaded his bike and got ready to follow us for the lap. To make it fair on Arno who was on an mtb, I decided to slow myself down and ride a bit in the big chainring. Was kinda fun messing with my legs that way. We got over hill 1 successfully and a certain hill which scares me (where it was reported to me last year that someone was told to go down the climb to push me cause I was so slow) approached and I thought it could be fun to try see how far I could get riding in the big ring. So up I went, legs in a touch of pain but it felt good!! I got up quite easily, grabbed a coke from the car and waited for Arno but slowly we realized there was a problem and then came the news from others: he had chain issues. I saddled up and went down to find him to find my new friend walking with his chain in his hand. At the top we loaded his bike on the bike rack and Russ decided he would ride with me for a while so he got his bike off and got ready to ride. The next bit is kinda flat so we attacked each other a bit and had some fun. Fortunately the wind had also calmed down a bit so we were able to attack the downhills a bit more so that was awesome. Then came the climbing again and I decided to muck about again and just stay in the big ring. Russ rode with me for a fair bit and in fact past where I thought he would ride and eventually got in the car to be my support. I was alone. Me, my bike and my bunny.
Riding alone is like therapy and is actually really hard cause there is no excuse to ride slow. So... I kept on torturing myself. The one hill is a meanie and I plodded up, Russ and Arno came up in the car and blocked the wind for a while and I was able to focus on my climbing whilst they chirped me about being a monster and being insane. It was SORE!! So, I attacked. Kinda dumb considering I was the only one riding at that stage and I know my car is faster than my legs. But, it felt great to attack my legs. The last hill came kinda fast and I kept my mission of big ring up and kept riding. The top came and I felt GREAT. Legs felt like they could go on for a bit longer although they were sore.
Was happy with my ride and with my fitness. So, after a week and a bit of being grumpy about my riding I finally felt good again and think I am ready for my big race.
So what was the difference? Well, think my body needed a bit of tlc which I gave it last week and now it is running on all cylinders!! This week I am going to klap a bit of idt interval work to fine tune the engine and then do a nice fun climbing ride Saturday before slowly easing off to just spin the legs and get them ready for the big race. Race day in 19 days so 1 week left of hard work before the hardest work ever: rest.
Oh and we got the visas so its just Forex and packing. I can finally smell the trip.
Saturday, 30 March 2013
"Its not about the bike" = Not true
They say that its not about the bike and that its all about the rider and their training. I just learnt something over the last bit since I got the Ghost: thats rubbish!!! Its ALL about the bike.
The Bike:
Ghost Race Lector 20th
First impression:
Stunning sleek lines, awesomely light with paintwork that is simple yet striking.
The Specs:
The important bit - the ride:
1st ride out on it, I was having a bad ride and the bike made it look like a normal ride so I knew there was something special. Every pedal stroke results in direct power and a responsive reaction from the bike. The gearing is a bit of overkill for South African conditions but makes climbing hills WAY too easy!! No jokes, I am not a great climber but suddenly I can climb much more comfortably and find myself climbing more and more in the big chain ring (which puts people off a bit). On the flats, I find I can sprint a touch faster, although I find I have to increase my cadence - which is not a trainsmash cause I am riding faster and using less energy. On the downhills, I am way more comfortable! The longer top tube means I am able to stretch out a bit more which means less pain in my back and neck.
Downhill cornering is smooth and it responds when I apply breaks or turn it into a sharp corner. On uphills it is light and the gearing helps so its stupidly easy on the climbs. On attacks, it jumps when I jump so it is fun to attack friends!
Summary:
I always knew a carbon bike was nice and made a difference (you dont see Elite racers racing on Aluminium) and over the last few months I have been looking at various options and brands and at every turn I have found them to be over priced and the more affordable ones heavier than my Trek. Then one looks at the Ghost.... Pricewise, I doubt you are going to find a bike with these specs and this light and of course a bike in this price range with such quality workmanship.
I am riding a fair bit better lately and no matter what anyone says, its cause of the bike not because of my fitness!
Monday, 18 March 2013
Prepping for the race of a lifetime and a new adventure:
Thursday, 14 March 2013
Exciting News!! (And a bit of a real blog post)
Friday, 1 March 2013
Success
Friday, 22 February 2013
Pain = Victory
Ok, so I have been tossing up what I wanted to blog about this week. I was going to write about nutrition but then I realized that nutrition is over rated. Yes, its important but there's one little thing that trumps it. You can have the best nutrition in the world and not perform. In fact, a couch potato on a diet playing Xbox could have better nutrition than you. But, they are not on the bike or running.
So what makes you different? The pain factor. Bicycling magazine recently had an article on pain and how one can push through pain. Its a great article so if you have the Jan issue, read it. If you don't then read on.. So, I read it and decided to do a teeny tiny experiment. I set off to hit the hills to see just how much pain I could inflict on myself and to see if I could switch off the pain receptors in my brain. I cruised to the base of the hill at an easy pace, then I hit the climb with everything I had and more! My legs seared with pain, my lungs ran out of air. I thought I was going to pass out and die. But, I didn't. Rather, I got a new personal best on the hill and did not die. I felt amazing. The rest of the ride was uneventful but I had proved my point - you can oush beyond what you think you can.
My next race was ok, I tried to push but did not succeed as I had hoped. Still got an awesome time and result but knew I could do better. So, my next race was the Dis-Chem Ride for Sight and this time I had a plan: I was going to rock this race. I headed out the start and was with the front guys but within 800m, I knew their pace was too insane so I sat up and waited for the bunch. (Interestingly I hold the Strava QOM for the start so I know I went all out.) I stuck to the front of F batch, helping when I felt like it but I worked on conserving energy. The bunch was going at a crazy pace!! I was really really scared that I could hang on. Someone in the batch said we covered the 1st 44km in 1hour. It was sore!!!! But, I somehow transferred the eina to energy and kept going. Then came the hills and i switched my Bryton to Heart Rate view and saw how much I could suffer. I set a goal of where I wanted my HR to be and i kept it there. I also marked a stronger climber and tried to stick on their wheel or ahead of them. Up the big Heidelberg climb, I tried to see how many people I could pass. One person commented that we were almost at the top. In a psychopathic moment, I looked back at the hill we had just been up, looked down at my gearing and went "um, hill? I am still in my big blade!" Ja, I got chirped and told to go away... so I did I dropped a gear and cruised up the hill. The rest of the ride was the same: keep near the front of the batch. Then came the last 1km. I attacked. The bunch came with so it didn't work. I kept trying to get away to no avail. In the last 800m, I got boxed in, so dropped back and at 500m I attacked again, this time giving it all! I am not a sprinter but I went all out, and so did everyone else. It was so cool! A bunch of us in full Tour de France style sprinting mode. It was amazing and it didn't hurt. I had switched off pain and was fully focussed.
So, for 116km, I had managed to ignore pain and actually make myself suffer. Best part was that I have always worried about bonking if i went all out but I didn't. Instead, I learnt a valuable lesson: one can switch off the pain part of the brain and perform. New records, new feelings. At times I felt the pain, at other times my stats said I should be in pain but I wasn't. Weird.
Want proof I pushed harder than ever? Well, my time of 3:25 speaks for itself. Add the fact that I was 13th in my group and 1st lady in my group, I think I set a new level for, myself. I felt amazing!!
So, next time you are running or riding and you feel that feeling of pain, go harder. When the pain is intense, up the pace, when you feel like you are going to die, just remember that those around you feel the same then keep going. Its not always the fittest who wins, its the one who can push harder and suffer longer.
Now: go out there and experiment in your own push pain to the back game!

