tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29308557728643080192024-03-19T00:28:03.618-07:00Gavin's Etape BlogGavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-48872408871400392322012-07-10T15:20:00.001-07:002012-07-10T16:18:53.208-07:00ACT I - Mission Accomplished<b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Preamble
(Hurt minus one)</span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pulling
on a waterproof cape in the Alpine town of Albertville stands a once
16+ stone man. The drizzle from the clouds dancing round the peaks
of the surrounding mountains started to become more persistent.
Having clashed the peddle of the hire bike against my knee just
outside the hotel and fallen off on the way to Pen 6 - an hors
category bump had started to swell on my leg - and the specially
purchased Muvi Atom camcorder had been smashed. The day had not
started well. It would get worse.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
previous day had been 37 degrees - and an ill-advised trip to
acquaint myself with the hire bike ended up in a 29 mile ride and a
700 metre climb. Ouch - silly move. This could be blamed on my
making friends with two pals Dave and Jez whose ride I managed to tag
along with.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
spirit of friendship was entirely in keeping with the whole of the
experience, an espirit de corps and an undercurrent of gallows humour
prevailed. This was an easy place to make friends among the cycling
community and swap stories of sportives and listen intently to the
veterans of past Etapes, such as Mike – a 68 year old scotsman who
had completed the infamous Tourmalet last year.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In
the evening, Albertville was not the sort of place for hungry
cyclists to find a plate of pasta, as thousands of participants
sought to stoke up the carb levels last minute. The Italian
restaurants couldnt believe their luck and profits.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Before
bed a last check over the kit – pack the pockets with gels, make up
a last minute peanut butter sandwhich for the ride, charge the Garmin
and squueze the tyres, sleep would be nervous and flitfull. I packed
my travel bag for Monday morning so that I could fall out of bed and
leave first thing.</span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
Day (Hurt)</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And
so back to the beginning. Looking at the cloud topped mountains in a
plastic rain cape. Gauging Leith Hill against these megaliths and
shuddering. One by one the pens were released and at around 07:30 –
so was pen number 6, our pen. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
plan was to hit the first flattish 11 miles at pace to try and get a
bit of time on the broom wagon, whose aggressive timescales had been
a constant source of conversation over the previous days.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then
came Madeleine. I am not the first Englishman to go to France and
fall for the charms and beauty of a French temptress. Her wonderful
shaded woodlands, her gently melting glaciers, this French seductress
had everything including cowbells. And just when you thought you had
her conquered – she would turn sulkily and throw a 10% gradient in
for a few KM – to test you – to prove yourself to her, to let her
know of your true intensions.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then
she will tease you further – even encourage you with a downhill
section to rest the legs. Madeleine was beautiful and at the summit
the tough chase was made all worthwhile the reward being stunning
views and the chance to top up the water bottle before she gently
guided me downhill on the spectacular descent.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If
Madeleine was the belle of the ball – then the Glandon was her
watchful, plainer, aggresive chaperone. Undertaken as the sun was
rising higher, the harsh tarmac reflecting the heat. This climb was
painful, punchy and sharp of tongue and gradient. Quick with a put
down there was to be no subtle chase here, this was a war of
attrition on the legs. The scenes may have been spectacular at the
top – but the effort had been too great. Lots of climbing –
kilometer after kilometer of 10% above the tree-line in the harsh sun</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
Glandon left nothing to the imagination laying the spectacle of what
was to come crudely out in front of me, bearing witness to a train of
pain laden cyclists on the roads and ramps ahead and overhead as the
imminent torture was exhibited. The only way to tackle this was not
to look too far ahead – or up.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ironically
– I climbed the Glandon at good pace – and put forty minutes on
the broom wagon. This came at a cost. And in the few kilometres
between the Glandon and the Croix de Fer, I was struck with cramp.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">At
2000 metres in the sky, lying on the tarmac, in the sun, I was slain.
The pain was unbearable. I tried to remount the bike – but the
pain kicked again as I started to peddle. Shouting and writhing in
agony, a few gels and bars were thrown at my prone body by
sympathetic cyclists. Thirty minutes, two salt tablets, a gel and an
encouraging word from Dave who approached – and I tentatively
restarted. The damage though had been done – the fear of the
cramps returning would stay in my mind for some time – it never
did.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
descent was not worthwhile as half way down it was rudely interrupted
by the Mollard. Like an annoying little brother at 400 metres of
climbing the only redeeming feature a bagpiper at the crest, a fuel
station, some helpful onlookers and a very tricky descent to follow.
From the crest of the Mollard onwards – people started to break.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There
then followed the longest 20 KM I have ever done. The climb to La
Toussuire may be the last climb of the day – but it was ugly. Not
even the pompom girls dancing at the foot or the thought of the end
could aneasthetise the body from the pain and the sheer hurt. All
vegetation stripped back from the road – ugly ski resort flats on
the crest of the hills, this was no Madeleine. This was an ogre.
Looking at my Garmin the gradient always seemed to read 10–12%. It
felt it too. Each pedal stroke hurting. The road along the way was
littered with broken spirits – hiding from the sun clinging to the
cliff – some sitting staring in to the distance – some walking
barefoot – others just waiting for the broom wagon.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
last five kilometres were the hardest. In to a headwind – this
effort required the same kind of effort as the last two miles of
commute on a friday in November, or taking on Barhatch Lane at 90
miles. Uphill – and in to the headwind the legs as tortured as the
soul, eyes fixed on the town in the distance, ears listening for the
tell tale sign of the broom wagon that never came. The Flambe Rouge
was in sight but was too far. Still no broom wagon – it dawned on
me at last that I may just finish. Through the flambe rouge and up
the High Street – the sound of the end and at last – the medal.</span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hurt
+1</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
have been asked two questions since returning yesterday. How does
one train for the Etape? Would I do it again ?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Firstly
- I built up a level of fitness by commuting then topped this off
with the skills learnt in sportives. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
poor – rain drenched commuter builds up stamina and spirit.
Unlike the sportive rider - not for him the choice to return to bed
if the weather is nasty – or cold – or torrential. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yet
- unlike the commuter - sportives teach the skills of nuitrition, of
riding in large groups, planning a ride, climbing hills, riding in
unknown territory and riding at pace. After a few sportives - as I
was trying to get Gold times – I learnt to pace my rides – pick
the fast sections – when to rest and leave enough in the tank to
complete the last – often hardest – climb of the day. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When
the flambe rouge was 5KM away – and I had nothing left, it was much
the same as tackling White Down or Barhatch Lane after 90 miles.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
must mention the cameraderie and friendship. I have already planned
the next sportive with Dave and Jez – looking forward to climbing
up the Col de BoxHill – and this time enjoy the views without the
pressure of feeling I need a Gold time or avoid the Broom Wagon. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As
for would I do it again next year ???? Never. Never ever. Only 363
days to train and I am desperate for a shot at the Alpe d'huez, or
the famed Tourmalet ! ! ! !</span></span></span></div>
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<b>Garmin details below:</b><br />
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<br />Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-90691044019447474392012-06-26T14:31:00.003-07:002012-06-26T14:31:53.861-07:00Long One Silver<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Wiggle - The Long One - or as my friends
have been taunting me with "Long One Silver" - given the
three disappointing Silver times I have posted in the previous Wiggle
Sportives. Another efficient event - slick registration, well-signed
course, good fuel stations and a tough route with a sting in the tail
or three.</div>
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Touted as one of the Longest Sportives,
at 126 miles and with a Wiggle rating of five out of five I simply
HAD to target this event as part of my Etape training. Not ony that
- the Pieces of Eight had to be gold and not silver.</div>
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The Open Air Museum at Singleton
provided a glorious setting for the start - and the sun was shining.
The pre-ride brief warned us sun-kissed happy riders of a headwind in
the last third. Correction - a "Brutal" headwind in the
last third of the event. Forty miles of "brutal" headwind
- ouch ! ! Goodwood may have been within a rear wheel of the
start/finish line - but I might not be in any condition to display a
Festival of Speed performance.The route took in nine climbs and some
beautiful scenery - including the villages of the Meon's, Hambledon
and surrounding countryside. The views were spectacular and for a
townie - it was lovely to enjoy the sights and smells of the alien
countryside ! ! ! </div>
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I started the sportive with my pal Dave
- but things went sour for us as I lost my chain climbing Butser
Hill. In a replication of Contador and Schleck on the Port de Bales
2010, Dave attacked - and his chances of getting a lift home suddenly
disappeared with him across the horizon.</div>
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Despite ongoing mechanical issues - I
made up time - and Duncton Hill at 116 miles followed by Goodwood
Hill at 120 miles tested the spirit and body. True to the pre-ride
briefing, the headwind was Brutal - and there was little hope of
catching a friendly wheel for a tow, in fact, at 102 miles I heard a
tell-tale click of something behind me. A quick rearwards glance
revealed a train of three riders, the front of which looking at me
sheepishly - almost apologetically, but head bobbing and shoulders
rolling and clearly - like me - in need of a friendly tow.</div>
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Tearing down the Hill with my ensuing
entourage and in to the grounds of the Museum - my Garmin warned me
to prepare for disappointment - but when the results were published -
I made a Gold time - by four minutes.</div>
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I was elated and allowed myself an
excellent home-made cookie at the finish line. As this was a
Saturday sportive - I had a Sunday to recover, and an evening to
remove the Long One's parrot from my shoulder. The calling of the
Alpes is getting louder.</div>
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<br /></div>Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-70768195872647966632012-06-20T13:18:00.003-07:002012-06-20T13:18:41.863-07:00Cycle to Work SchemeThe other day I noticed I had a lot of
clothes, nearly as much as my wife ! How is it I have a wardrobe
that rivals Naomi Campbell's (hot-weather clobber, wet-weather
clobber, cold-weather clobber, wet hot-weather clobber, wet
cold-weather clobber, be-safe-be-seen-clobber, spd shoes, road bike
shoes, wet-weather shoe covers need I go on?). What has led me to
this state where my cycling clobber dwarfs my normal civilian
clothing (one tee shirt, two pairs of jeans) and rivals my wife's
lifelong obsession !
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Four years ago - the company I was
working for enrolled on the cycle to work scheme. I happened across
a marquee with demo bikes in the car park and was persuaded to try
out a road bike. I fell for a Giant FCR 6. Initially circumspect
about the thin tyres and the uncomfortable seat , the shiny bike and
cost savings convinced me to commit to the Cycle To Work Scheme.
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I did cycle that bike to work - I
cycled it to work lots. Initially I cycled it one day a week (14
mile round trip) - then three days a week, eventually seven days a
week. Then I moved jobs and the 14 mile round trip became a 30 mile
round trip. Within two years the Giant had done over 7K miles and I
had dropped a few belt notches.</div>
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Other changes also occurred - my doctor
had noticed that I was paying two visits to the Dr Surgery every year
- for coughs. These visits have stopped, my respiratory system has
improved, my cholesterol has lowered and my sleeping patterns -
understandably - improved. I wont say I wasn't exhausted, at times I
got home and showered and just fell asleep on the bed.
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The Cycle to Work Scheme is quite
possibly my life saver. My weight was spiraling, my health was
deteriorating and without this incentive - I would be inching toward
an all too familiar statistic. I am quite evangelistic about the
scheme and urge anybody to take this up and give the bike a try. I
quite understand that cycling is not for everyone, but there must be
a huge untapped group out there for whom - there can be nothing more
fun than breaking up a rail journey with a Brompton, or swapping the
SAAB for a Single Speed or the Fiat for a Fixie.</div>
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And here I am with this wardrobe - and
something that started as a one day a week habit - has become a
lifestyle (I am even looking at cycling holidays, reading cycling
books and entering events at week-end). The irony here being that I
started cycling to work as a way of saving money (which is does -
believe me)- and am now not cycling on Friday's so that I can be
fresh for week-end ride outs ! Get the bug and beat a track to HR -
you'll make friends get healthy and feel great. </div>
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Just say YES.</div>
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</div>Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-61884225967089999682012-06-10T11:29:00.001-07:002012-06-16T09:23:20.583-07:00Pains, Trains and Stubborn back wheelsSussex/Surrey Scramble - the official end to my holiday. Nine days off a bike and boy did that tell.<br />
I gave this sportive no respect - and paid a hefty price. On the back of recent Golds and Silvers in the May Epics - I thought I would ease myself back in to the saddle and enter the Standard (60 miles).<br />
Piece of cake and flapjack for a bloke like me ! ! ! Also - whats a mere 1K of elevation - I have done that on my fixie. Sixty miles - pah - I'll be back for lunch and maybe pop round Leith Hill as a warm down.<br />
In fact - so confident was I that this would be a doddle - I opted to put a further 15 miles each way on the days mileage - by cycling to Redhill railway station from Epsom. I could do with the climbing practice - and this sportive has nothing like the hills I need. I'll polish off the North Downs either end of the day just for god measure.<br />
Here I sit typing - which is about the only movement I can do without wincing in pain. Each ache a reflection of my crass arrogance and misjudgement.<br />
I missed the Gold - by two minutes - and am struggling - this time for excuses. Weather, a week off, putting on a few pounds quaffing Leffe and scoffing french cheese - but being honest - I was a little bit too cocky.<br />
I was spat out the back of more than one group of riders including a bunch of paper lads delivering hefty Sunday supplements. I just didn't have the legs. The route was flattish - but even on the climbs - I had nothing and was left gasping for air. From the start the pace was frantic - and I probably started far to quickly. The first climb was the highest - and the toughest - and the day was doomed from that point on for me.<br />
Some of the ride is encapsulated on this clip here . . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ip8yNdi-REs<br />
Next time - I will ask the wife - for a lift to the station to save the legs. There is my blame tree, I am hiding behind the ride to Redhill, the train was late - and the wrong leaves were on the roads. If all that fails - like the bad workman - I am blaming the bike ! ! ! ! !<br />
As an aside - I came home via Pebble Hill at the back of Box Hill. I know this route well - as I had an old VW that died more than once on that steep elevation. Now I know how it felt. I lost my vision when the Garmin was reading 18% elevation - and I am certain it was getting steeper. It's a good climb - but can be busy with cars - so try and do it early in the day. I am not sure if it is included in the Olympic route or not - lack of new tarmac would suggest it is not, though it was on the "Ride The Route" sportive last year.<br />
I am going to give the commute a rest tomorrow - but will be back on the fixie for the rest of the week as I have on eye on The Long One (styled by wiggle as One of the Longest Sportives) and 3K of elevation.<br />
For now though somewhere in the Great ScrapYard in the sky - there is a VW Golf Karman looking down and enjoying the pain of it's one time owner.Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-81082165346250388162012-06-07T03:15:00.001-07:002012-06-11T04:31:33.814-07:00Home Sweet HomeGreat Holiday - and a great area. Just back from Nice - (well more St Tropez). Please don't fret - it was a caravan (mobile home) and just overlapping the school term time to be affordable.<br />
I now have a tan - so can look quite like a pro cyclist - unfortunately - a week or so of lounging around - quaffing french beer and croissants and coffee has taken it's toll.<br />
And the mountains casting a shadow over Nice from the Franco Italian border - wow ! ! ! ! Not sure I can handle that - and the etape is less than a month away.<br />
With all this in mind - it is time to return to a semblance of a training plan.<br />
Wiggle Sussex/Surrey scramble on Sunday - only the 60 mile route - as I reckon I can squeeze a few more miles on the return journey from Redhill back home. I also have a choice of returning via:<br />
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<li>Reigate Hill (busy two lane traffic)</li>
<li>Pebble Hill (nearly killed me last year on the Ride the Route Sportive, did kill my old VW about 7 years ago)</li>
<li>Box Hill (yawn) - it so busy on a Sunday I wouldn't be suprised to see towels draped over it. </li>
<li>There is also the possibility of coming back via Pebble Hill - back down in to Dorking and up over the traffic jam that is Box Hill on a Sunday - the M25 for cyclists (are you getting the impression I think it is a little busy on that stretch of road)? that would give me two climbs for the price of one - and hopefuilly the Gold Medal from the 60 mile event wont be weighing me down too much ;)</li>
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<br />Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-1838500053363430022012-06-07T03:03:00.001-07:002012-06-07T03:03:07.322-07:00Over the Hillsfrom my British Cycling blog - they didn't appear to want to publish it :(<br />
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Wow - the month of May has come and
gone - and with it the appalling weather that saw the Wiggle Ups and
Downs Sportive get rescheduled.
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Going in to the Ups and Downs I was
feeling very strong, it was my third Epic in as many weeks and I had
targeted May and June to be big months for my Etape training. The
course packed in the Hills from the very beginning and about at ten
miles when the sign for the "fun route" came in to site, I
gave it some serious thought.
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My legs were heavy - my cranks felt
like they were stiff and if it wasn't for the welcoming site of a
feed station I may have "accidently" followed the signs for
the standard route and been home in time for Sunday roast and an
afternoon in front of the Giro. I listened to my stomach turned
right towards the fig rolls and flap jacks and prepared for a day of
hard work.</div>
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Unlike previous weeks - where I could
drop in behind a welcome wheel or two - this sportive was a lonely,
solitary affair. Like previous weeks though - there were some old
adversaries to face late on in the ride. Leith Hill at 80 miles and
White Down - with it's welcoming 18% gradient - at 89 miles waiting.
Waiting to greet the tired legs. Waiting - like an unwanted school
bully at the school gates and the end of day, looming large to
threaten and tease. Even the third feed station near the top of
Leith Hill could not distract riders from the fact that whilst the
larger of the demons had been slain - a shorter nastier vicious bully
still lay in wait. Like all bullies though - they were seen off -
and while I had to settle for a silver, I looked for excuses, the
long queue at the second feed station, the temporary traffic lights,
the heavy legs in the first twenty miles.</div>
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I now have a short family holiday -
where I can re-acquaint myself with my understanding wife (who casts
herself as a cycling widow), son and daughter then cast a mind to the
upcoming events in June, which itself will lead in to July - and the
most testing of school bullies of all - the Alpes.</div>Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-6817845846526715142012-05-29T15:06:00.001-07:002012-05-29T15:06:06.600-07:00Lactic Law of GravityHaving had three sportives in as many weeks, it's now time to summarise, and turn my attention to the last phase of training before the Etape.<br />
I have had one reasonable time - given a crash and bad weather, one excellent time, and one good time.<br />
I feel strong and have had testing hills at the end of all three Sportives, all hills were climbed in good time. None of them can be said to take me to the rarified atmosphere that I will b e expecting to visit at least twice on a Sunday in July<br />
I have got used to eating and drinking - and feel I should probably be drinking more water given some of the headaches. I also feel I am taking too many gels round with me as I always have loads left over.<br />
I am confident in so far as I have trained over the distance of the Etape, but less confident in the fact that the sportives have barely touched the long, steep, elongated, Alpine sides in terms of elavation.<br />
I feel that I can only train and do what is available and the local sportives and tough Surrey Hills, combines with hard fixed wheel commutes working on pace and speed is all I can manage. <br />
The quandry now is - do I continue with the sportives, or do I try and do hill repeats (Leith Hill repeats, Box Hill on the way home).<br />
There are three June Sportives, Cranleigh (10 June), Goodwood (24 June and at 129 miles billed as the longest in the UK) and Reigate (July 1st - one week before the Etape). <br />
I have a week long holiday (no bike) to ponder the next steps - but to be honest - it's probably too late.<br />
If I am honest - I think I can finish it, but secretly - the voice inside me is telling me that to climb as far as the Col of the Iron cross will be a good effort, but a failure nonetheless. I have printed out the map and the times and tried breaking it down, its a hell of a task to complete.<br />
On a lighter note - when Hugo and I were over the park playing out a Newcastle United victory ina penalty shoot-out over Manchester United, we saw his pal from school - riding a bike. This spurred Hugs on to have a go on Hollys old bike, so we are now making progress with Hugo, a great step forward given that under 16's can ride free in sportives ;). We managed to the park and back - just another 99.9 miles left. <br />
Lastly - the Allez needs a little care and attention, and the Langster is in an awful state - the chain covered in a thick paste of oil and grime.Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-52413050551086649652012-05-21T13:03:00.000-07:002012-05-21T13:03:13.235-07:00Leith and Let Die<div class="yiv154454948MsoNormal">
The Wiggle Ups'n'Downs - rearranged after the atrocious
weather at the beginning of May.<span> </span>And
what a good call that turned out to be.<span>
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This was my third of a three pronged back to back sportive
event in my quest to prepare for the Etape Du Tour.<span> </span>It should have been my first - thankfully it
was my last.<span> </span>It was a tough nut to
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Ninety six miles of hurt and a mocking northerly to make the
return journey all the more difficult.<span>
</span>The sportive started with a climb up Ranmore Hill.<span> </span>The tempo was quick - lots of very keen
riders and it wasn't long before I was being overtaken by the group that
started behind me.<span> </span>Unlike the previous
week's frantic pace, the quicks on this event were individuals and the attacks
seemed to be pretty isolated and uncontrolled and I didn't feel the urge to
"follow that wheel".<span> </span>Some of
the riders I did pass later, some I never saw again.</div>
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I now feel I know the North Downs as well as I knew the back
alleys and rec's that I played on as a child.<span>
</span>I could map the potholes on White Down - and know where I am on Leith
Hill by how much lactic acid is in my legs.</div>
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This sportive<span> </span>once
again - stacked the pain in the last 25 miles - which was ideal for the Etape.<span> </span>Leith Hill and WhiteDown all making an unwelcome
appearance in the last fifteen miles.<span> </span></div>
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I had a sports massage on Friday and I felt terrible for the
first twenty miles.<span> </span>I mulled the
possibility of following the Fun route at the split - and a Sunday lunch in
front of the telly rather than a gel in front of the backside in front of me !
! !<span> </span>the legs worked themselves out</div>
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The summary according to Garmin:<br />
05:58 moving time - 06:08 elapsed time (missed gold by about 6 minutes - 11 of
which were spent at the second feed station in a queue for water).<br />
1,744 m elevation - this is a little over the Col de Madeleine, and about a
third of ACT I in total !<br />
2,592 calories - thats good to know - I can tuck in to a few more mars bars
tonight then.</div>
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I still havent stopped beating myself up about missing the
gold - but that is life.</div>
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On a brighter note - the Veho camera was trialled - and a
link to the footage will appear shortly - though it is still a bit wobbly.</div>Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-67580058516246349332012-05-19T04:57:00.000-07:002012-05-19T05:03:06.674-07:00Yesterday's manYesterday was my birthday - and I am now forty five years old. I spent a great day - mainly relaxing - and had a serious sports massage in Epsom - arranged by Lisa. The right leg seemed relaxed - but the left was tense - particularly the IT Band ! ! !<br />
There then followed a nice change of medium - if not scene. Following lunch - a DRIVE - round the Surrey Hills and a four wheel appetiser of the usual routes. Shere, Abinger, Peaslake, Cranleigh - they were all served up - this time from the comfort of a car. Must say it made a lovely change - and proved an ideal taster for this Sunday's Wiggle re-arranged Ups and Downs. I gave smug approving looks to the poor souls peddling their hearts out and fighting up the inclines - don't worry folks - this hombre will be in the same boat Sunday - as he has been most Sundays previous ! <br />
Over the course of the evening - the welcome news that British Cycling have chosen me as one of their seasons bloggers came through. This is great - and I am thrilled at the prospect. I will still keep this Blog up - but there may be some duplication.<br />
I am now nervously waiting for the delivery of my Muvi Atom - so I can record tomorrows Sportive. Certainly the commute will make for some interesting scenes - as it two falls and a car collision on the last four months haven't been enough.<br />
Update tomorrow - fingers crossed - I will go for Gold again - but would settle for silver given the course and the predicted rain.<br />
Until then - here is a photo from last weeks Golden attempt - last climb of the day I would say - just been cut up on a hairpin on Coombe Lane by a bloke in a jag. Had I not been so completely shattered - I am sure a few choice Anglo-saxon expletives may have been offered.<br />
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<br />Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-71051895763909092722012-05-15T13:18:00.000-07:002012-05-15T13:19:44.728-07:00Heady Heights - Gold at last<b id="yui_3_2_0_18_1337112318969370">Sunday 13 May - this is the day I
officially joined the Caravan Club of Great Britain. It was also the
day of the SWRC May Flyer Sportive. The second sportive in two weeks
and another training event for this summer's Etape Du Tour. This was
a club (SWRC) organised event - and the number of Club jerseys
present was notably higher than in </b><b>previous sportives I have
attended.</b><br />
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<b>The pace from the outset was blistering as the Club
riders pulled us through the first 34 miles to the feed station in
less than one hour forty five minutes, hence my initiation to the
Caravan Club. Shamelessly loitering at the back of the bunch -
marvelling at the speed one can reach with such little effort when
riding in a group. <br /> </b></div>
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<b>For me - these are valuable lessons of the
Sportive. It's hard to appreciate the full effect of group riding -
and the skill and technique involved until it has been experienced
first-hand. The Club riders had a signalling and communication
method of their own, passed down through generations of riders and it
wasn't long before the rest of us week-end warriors among started to
adopt these methods, and contributing to the effort.<br /> </b></div>
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<b>Soon - my own
shameless loitering at the rear was repaid - in spades - as I moved
to the front and pulled the bunch to join another group of riders.
The feeling of a job well-done as we caught and then left the earlier
group.<br /> </b></div>
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<b>The hills and wind seemed to split the bunch and at the
second feed station at 73 miles - some much needed chocolate cake was
taken on board. Not much time to stop though - my objective was to
make a gold time (less than 6 hours for my age group) and I did not
want to be looking at a bronze or silver on Monday morning regretting
the frittered seconds and minutes tucking in to the best chocolate
brownies in the World and enjoying the banter.<br /> </b></div>
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<b>My Garmin had been
misplaced -and without my usual instrumentation - I felt nervous,
unable to gauge just where I was in terms of objectives. Ewhurst
(Cranleigh) at Seventy Miles and Coombe Lane at Eighty Miles loomed
large in my mind - but these are excellent challenges for tired legs
- especially for the Etape. The climbs were tough - and made for a
good deviation from the usual Barhatch Lane/Leith Hill combo that
Sportives in this area tend to favour.<br />Loose gravel at Shere made
the road rash on my legs from last weeks Sportive tingle nervously -
and the last five miles seemed to drag. I put my head down and gave
the remaining miles everything. The effort was not in vain - as the
published results show a time of 05:35:29, a gold time for an old
boy.</b></div>
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<b>A week of wet commuting, a birthday and the
Wiggle Ups and Downs awaits.</b></div>Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-74116382517742134492012-05-07T01:27:00.001-07:002012-05-07T01:27:31.408-07:00United We Fell . . . .Scott Long Legged Sportive - 16 miles in and a fast downhill section with just five miles to go to the first feed station. The surface was greasy - and small rivulets were running down the country lanes. Dave T had neglected to turn on his stopwatch - so I told him we were roughly on target for a 17.5 MPH average (Gold) given that were 43 minutes in to the ride.<br />
The bend tightened - and Dave was in front of me - the back wheel skidded - a touch on the brake - and he was off - in front of me . . . .<br />
. . . i downed my bike and we both went crashing in to the nettles and mud - the rivulets of fast running water making the feeling of skidding and lying in the road even more uncomfortable. Dave was shaken - and his tights were ripped, legs cut and the road was littered with waterbottles and gels. I was OK - years of rugby taught me never to look at ones injuries but to asses by feeling. the left cheek of my arse hurt - but nothing serious - my left shin was cut - nothing serious - and my arm left shoulder and arm hurt again nothing serious. My Altura shorts held up - but the Mavic sprints underneath had a hole. I could ride. Dave had his moral shaken -wet - covered in mud - arese exposed to the world and depressed - he came off worse then me. He sacked it off at the feed station five miles later where I left him beig attended by St Johns doing an excellent job. I went on alone.<br />
Wow - what a sportive - this was a beast. 70 miles - with Leith Hill (45 miles) and Barhatch - the wall - at 54. This was a sportive designed by people who knew the area and loved their hills. The weather made it all the more challenging - after 2 weeks of incessant rain - today we were met with incessant drizzle. I kept the cagoul on at all times - and was wet through from start to finish.<br />
The Garmin stats show 5hours elapsed time - but I lost about 45 minutes sitting on the side of the road with Dave and while he was gettign patched up - hoping he would carry on. My moving time as 4.19 hours - and this is a little more like it. I didnt stop at the last feed station - nor would I have at the first one.<br />
the climbs were treacherous getting out of the saddle meant rear wheel lost traction, the descents even worse - days like this are what life is all about - this was one for all the commuters - not the fair weather week-end warriors and kudos to all the finishers. <br />
Best part of the day - passing the bloke on the train who was a bit snooty. He was sitting on the side of the road at Barhatch pondering his life in the rain - as I pushed painfully passed him.<br />
I nice sausage in a bun at the end and a cycle to Gomshall for the train - job done. Now - sort out the rattle on the bike, wash the clothes - oil the chain - heal the wounds and the Oxshott Sportive next week. All I really need is to feel the sunshine and a rise in temperature - one can dream.Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-58635304849605535522012-05-05T05:43:00.001-07:002012-05-05T05:43:55.197-07:00Goals, Giro and Geordie NationA mixed week. Highs include a visit to Stamford Bridge and first hand witnessing of two of the greatest goals ever scored there courtesy of Cisse.<br />
Typically - the Chelsea masses left early - having given their team stick - allowing me to finish my prawn sarnies in the CQS Box in comfort.<br />
Lows - breaking the motorcycle key in the Honda at 4AM the following morning - on the way to Blackfriars DR site to meet an engineer. This prompted a 50 quid taxi journey.<br />
Oh - and with the Long Legged sportive on Sunday - the rain still has not stopped - and shows no sign of stopping.<br />
100 miles cycled up to now - mainly wet - all on a fixed wheel and with another 100 in front of me tomorrow, even though I bought the mudguards in late Feb - I already have my moneys worth out of them.<br />
The big decision now - shorts or "tights" (prefer shorts), short-leeve or long-sleeve (could be a short sleeve day if I could find my arm warmers) - peanut butter sarnies or gels. Surely it has to be a shoe covers day - and definitely cagoul - all of which annoys me.<br />
The Long legged garmin profile will not load up - so I am riding "blind" unaware of the early stages of the course - but painfully aware of Leith Hill and White Down at the end.<br />
Praying for a tail wind early on - and not really siure whether to push for a fast time - or just get some miles in my legs. I will let Davey T dictate the pace - and try and lead him around the race after the first feed station.<br />
Just enough time to put the money won on bet365 (Pappa Cisse to score first at 7/1) on Geraint Thomas to win the TT as the Giro kicks off today - and as Hugo has pointed out - we appear to have Eurosport UK enabled on the TV.<br />
<br />Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-59469520076035060512012-05-02T18:00:00.000-07:002012-05-02T10:06:07.462-07:00Oh the PainSunday's ride called off. It was pouring - and on the walk to the DLC for the consolatory go on the spining bike I did notice a tree was down - the road was flooded and shuddered at the thougth of taking on Leith and White Down in these conditions.<br />
At the David Lloyd - I put in half an hour at 250 watts - which - I am assured is roughly 500m climb - or a quater of the Col Du Madeleine. Jeez - this is going to be hard.<br />
On a sunnier note - I have a seat in the box for the Newcastle United / chelsea game at Stamford Bridge.<br />
And on another sunnier note - my February bet on Roy Hodgson paid out at 16/1.<br />
And Hugo and I know that we will be seeing an all Ireland Heineken Cup final at Twickenham as Ulster take on Leinster. The chance to see Brian O'Driscoll at last.<br />
Back to the bike and the Etape Prep. The cancellation of the sportive left my miles and elevation for April a little lower than I wold have liked 510 miles (down on March's 685).<br />
May is a big month - with the Long Legged Spotrive this sunday - followed by the Oxshott sportive and then the re-arranged Wiggle Ups and Downs. The chance to put some big miles in and a shot at the Gold time for the Wiggle.<br />
Hello to the Duchess :) Love you loads.<br />
x x <br />
<br />Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0Epsom, Surrey, UK51.336036 -0.26738251.2963555 -0.34634600000000004 51.3757165 -0.188418tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-22048264086717014652012-04-28T05:24:00.000-07:002012-04-28T05:24:03.270-07:00April Showers ! ! !A tough week - four commutes on top of the sunday ride.<br />
The decision to forgo the Sandown Sportive in favour of the Wiggle Ups 'n' Downs sportive may backfire. A week of rain - and forecast rain for tomorrow (the day of the sportive) have led organisers to abandon the Epic (100) mile ride. I have dusted down the cagoul - bought a pair of overshoes (previously deemed unnecessary on my commute as I happily splosh my feet around for an hours discomfort) and am bracing myself.<br />
Havent spoken to dave yet - but I dont think he will be keen. The Gold time attempt is surely out of the window too. Have to settle for silver - or - heaven forbid bronze.<br />
My reckoning as as follows:<br />
As a commuter - I am more used to riding in painful weather<br />
My gear is ok<br />
this is good training for the etape - as I have been informed to expect the unexpected.<br />
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Hopefully an update will be posted tomorrow or sometime after. Fingers crossed the weather improves - or I can dig deep and pull a quick time out the bag.<br />
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Other instances of note - the tour of britain culminates with a surrey hills ride - all the favourites - Leith Hill, Ranmore etc etc.<br />
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Here's hoping.Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-33221189297982837232012-04-21T13:54:00.004-07:002012-04-21T13:54:54.629-07:00Rainy Week.Worst week ever for rain. 150 miles+ this week - though no improvement on time. I resisted the urge to enter the Sandown Sportive - in favour of a training ride with Dave tomorrow (Sunday).<br />
Hopefully this willbe an attempt on the hill climbs for the Sportive next sunday and a sub one hour for the first three climbs.<br />
Looks like I wont be able to do the bovington 100 mile sportive - as I have to work on Sat 12 May, this is a big blow. I spoke to someone at Sandown today who said it was a good event - with lots of rolling coastal climbs.<br />
Bed early - and a 9Am start. Poewr down in Hong Kong means I will have to be available around 13:00.<br />
Bit depressed - though I know the next two sundays are good sportive events - and Dave and i hope we can get a Gold time next week.Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-36050133576156774662012-04-14T13:58:00.001-07:002012-04-14T14:01:20.400-07:00Lazy Easter SundayAnother week - and not much accomplished. Easter came and went - and my bad organisational skills meant that I did not take my bike onteh family vacation to Dorset - which would have been ideal - as there is plenty of juicy hills that looked ripe for climbing - especially a long drag of Lyme Regis.<br />
Tomorrow is a training day - and in preparation I have purchased some Look style pedals (saw an advert inthe bike of Cycling Weekly) and Mavic shoes (thanks to Cycle Dauphine - half price)<br />
Exited as I thinkk these pedals will make the Ranmore and Leith torture trail a little more bearable.<br />
Only 60 miles this week - so I need to bump up the elavation and mileage tomorrow.<br />
there are two sundays left before the Gold medal attempt in the Wiggle ups and Downs sportive - the first three hills will be attempted tomorrow with an attempt on 51 minutes (daves record).Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-55353468946459784192012-04-01T11:03:00.002-07:002012-04-01T11:06:45.749-07:00Lazy SundaySmall training ride with David T today. Over to Dorking - up Ranmore - the hill that never fails to flog me -> down to Dorking and up Box Hill. Coffee and cake in Cycles Dauphine and an ogle at the cycling porn of Cervelo frames and beautiful Colnago bikes.<br />
That reminds me - do the lottery this week.<br />
Home and back out with Lisa on the MTB to the Star. This is not good Etape training - as it involves a shandy - a roast dinner then back to david Lloyd for a cookie and coffee and catch the end of Newcastle United beating Liverpool.<br />
After a 200+ mile week last week - and hearing that Cav did Box Hill (6 times) on friday - I feel there is some justification in having a relaxed day. This will turn in to a relaxed week - as Good Friday will mean only four days of commute.<br />
Its just such days that Etapes are failed. However - I know I have the distance in my legs - and I must climb harder climbs than Ramore and Box Hill to train seriously.<br />
Dave and I have targeted the Wiggle Ups'n'Downs 80 mile sportive. the first three climbs are within us - and the last one (probably Leith Hill) we have ridden a number of occasions (dave more than me). If we can get lucky on the straights and downhills then we should get a reasonable time.<br />
There is a LongLegged sportive on the following week-end - and this also has a few Surrey climbs included. As I sup tea and and reflect on a lazy day I comfort myself with the upcomming sportives and the Fixie ride to work over the next four days.Gavin Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10121032913186922712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2930855772864308019.post-30775779509024379882012-03-31T12:44:00.002-07:002012-03-31T12:49:33.159-07:00Starting LineBear with me - I am new to this blogging game, but hope to keep this up more as a training diary as I doubt anyone will ever read it (as I have just been told).<br />
My target is to ride this year's Etape du Tour ACT I.<br />
I have ridden as a commuter to work for the last six years and entered a number of sportives, most recently the 115 mile Hot Chillee sportive from the North to South Downs.<br />
I am about 85KG - and clearly cold do with losing a lot more weight if the Alpine passes are to succumb. I doubt this will happen.<br />
Miles last week - 240.<br />
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