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Recovery Week In Review – Week 4 (With Bonus N+1)
Once again Recovery Week didn’t go to plan. Week #4 saw my chest cold take hold and a day off work. Some ordinary weather kept me off the bike and I finally got to go for a ride on Friday afternoon. This week I rode total of 14.7km; well below my average of 200-250km a week. I was planning to put another 20-30km on the tally today but due some ordinary weather Round 2 of the CORC XC Series was postponed.
But the week itself wasn’t a complete bust. I have been looking at acquiring N+1 for a couple of months now. It was my plan to buy the new steed in Victoria before the end of June as my preferred bike was a lot cheaper interstate. I have been holding out hoping for a local bike shop to have a sale or negotiate a good deal. As luck would have it I was able to abide by Rule #58.
I’ve had really good service at Onya Bike in Civic since I bought Zooey last year. I was able to pick her up at a mid year sale and was impressed by the service I received. I had heard mixed reviews from over riders in Canberra, but to date I can’t fault them. It was them who told me about The Berm which ultimately changed my life in Canberra and planted the seed that grew into an obsession with mountain biking and complete change of lifestyle.
So when I went into Onya Bike on Saturday afternoon after looking for Wedding suits around the corner I was surprised to see the bike I’d been lusting over on sale. I spoke to the staff member (whom shall not be named) and I was promptly taking a medium sized Giant XTC Composite 29er 1 for a spin around the wet Canberra CBD. After a few seatpost adjustments I was parting with some hard earned cash for a deposit on what will soon be my new XC racing bike.
For what was supposed to be a quick trip to buy some new bike tubes I ended up getting a great deal on a new bike and even negotiated some component swap outs to suit my needs and riding style. My Father, Brother-In-Law and Girly were in attendance and I don’t think any of them expected me to buy a bike. But a great deal coupled with the chance to support my LBS couldn’t be passed up; so my plans of N+1 have been brought forward by about a month. This time there was no buyers remorse, just excitement over the impending acquisition of N+1.
Recovery Week In Review – Week 3
My plan for Week #3 got thrown out of the window early in the week. After spending the previous weekend in Melbourne I developed a nice little chest cold. My old friends coughing, wheezing and migraines came to visit; and stayed.
I managed to get on the bike a few times and instead of my projected 150-200km’s for the week I accumulated a disappointing 62.6km. However my time off the bike wasn’t for nought; I have noticed a definite improvement in my injury while I’ve been off the bike. The chest feels stronger (I can feel the scar tissue under the skin) and my shoulder and neck aren’t as tender.
But I am a little perturbed. I have Round 2 of the CORC XC Series this coming Sunday and it’s at my favourite location; Sparrow Hill. I’ll try and get out there before this weekend for a few recce laps to dial in my bike and legs.
I dare say come late Sunday morning I’ll be finishing my race heaving and dry reaching; but with a big smile on my face knowing I’ve finished and got some points back on the board!
Recovery Week In Review – Week 1
After last weekend’s disappointing DNF in Round 1 of the 2013 CORC XC Series I hopped back on Sara, my Giant Defy road bike. My first roadie commute on Tuesday afternoon didn’t go very well; I was slow, out of breath and my legs felt like they were on fire.
I was quite dejected and even let out some of the little dark clouds I keep hidden in the closet under the stairs. But soon I realised I was still recovering from my injury and all I needed to do was get some more kilometres under the tyres and take my time building up my strength, fitness and endurance.
I woke up early on Wednesday morning and decided to ride Zooey into work. It was a cold morning and I wore too much cold weather gear; by the time I arrived at work in the very chilly 2 degrees I was sweating profusely; a lesson learned prior to the sub-zero Canberra winter. My ride home was quite enjoyable with a little extra km’s thrown in. Later that night I joined Sonja and Fi for a lap around LBG. I started off taking it very easy and then stepped it up a few notches. Finally I was feeling comfortable back in the saddle.
I was feeling motivated and drafted up a training program to help me get race fit once again. Because of this, Thursday was a self-imposed rest day. Friday saw me take the quick route to work; a ride I’ve done at least one hundred times before and a ride I did in a little over 4 minutes longer than my best time. My legs felt good and so did my overall fitness. I was starting to think Tuesday morning may have been an off day so I decided to test myself on the ride home. I crossed into NSW and headed the long way home. 41.2km and a few decent climbs later; I was a sweaty, hungry and very happy rider.
I woke up on Saturday morning, had breakfast and kitted up for the long ride out to Mt Stromlo for some XC laps with fellow Bermers Tony and Pad. By the time I finished riding some of Australia’s best singletrack and gotten home I had ridden 80.6km on my beloved Zooey.
Sunday morning is traditionally The Berm’s Sunday Morning Social and Breakfast ride; but being Mother’s Day we were forgoing the regular breakfast at Edgars. I rode out in the cold and incredibly foggy Canberra morning. The sun was yet to rise and even if it did, the thick morning fog would not let it shine through. By the time I arrived at Bruce Ridge I was completely soaked from the heavy humidity and I had lost my cycling glasses.
The ride around Bruce was enjoyable as always. The tracks are tight and it’s easy to get lost in the thick eucalypt forest. But with our fearless leader Nat out in front on his new Open hardtail, we carved a quick but enjoyable ride through the dusty tracks. But like all good things, the ride came to an end and I headed back home on my mud and dust caked steed.
After uploading my ride to Strava I discovered I had demolished my weekly goal of 150km and had ridden a staggering 277.4km for the week.
To say I was happy is an understatement. Although my legs are a little tender I know I am on the mend. I still experience a dull pain in my chest and sharp pains in my neck and shoulder at times; but I’m not pushing myself to my limits. I’m confident I’m on the right track and I’m doing all the right things to get better.
Road(ie) To Recovery
Today I got back on the road bike for the first time in almost a month. I haven’t ridden a lot since I crashed at Mt Stromlo on the 14th of April. Not counting the 35km’s I rode to get home after I crashed; I have ridden a total of 40km’s since. This is not a good thing; I went from riding 200-300km’s a week to not riding at all. I was getting into a good training and nutrition regime that stalled abruptly, well the training side of it did. In just under 4 weeks I managed to put on an extra 4kg’s by continuing to eat massive amounts of carbohydrate and protein rich foods.
I debated at length with family and friends whether or not I should race last weekend in the first round of the new CORC XC Series. Well stupidly I entered and started the race. Predictably I didn’t finish. At around the 8km mark I clipped a tree with my left shoulder and decided I needed to pull out before I injured myself any further. Luckily I pulled up all right and my ongoing recovery continues.
End result: Round One: Rider #266 – DNF.
Which brings me to today’s commute. I decided not to ride to work this morning when I walked out into my courtyard and felt the chilly Canberra air. So Sara got packed into the Girly’s car with the intention of riding the long way home. Well that intention got left by the side of the road along with my confidence.
Today I felt something I haven’t felt since last September when I did my first mountain bike race with no lead up training. Today I felt my quads. I felt every single metre of the ride home as a deep burning pain in my legs. I was out of breath very quickly and drank too much water which caused stomach cramps. It is important to note that this was a 20km ride on tarmac with only a few moderate length hills to climb. I have done a 100km mountain bike race and felt better afterwards.
Stupidly I thought getting back on the roadie would be as if the last month didn’t happen. I had psyched myself up and honestly believed my ride home would be full of Strava personal records. But alas it was not meant to be. I came home quite disillusioned and somewhat angry at myself; I even managed to break the zipper on my Giant cycling jersey.
It wasn’t until I was in shower stretching out and enjoying the hot water on my aching legs that I realised what was going on. I’m not as fit as I was a month ago and I’m still healing from a fairly substantial muscle tear. I’m not ready to start training yet, I’m still in recovery mode.
Back On The Bike (Possibly Off It Again)
It’s been three very long weeks since I had my crash at Mt Stromlo during Round 10 of the CORC XC 12/13 Series. It was my first venture into short course racing after entering and successfully completing several endurance mountain bike races.
As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I went into the XC race full of confidence… Maybe too much confidence. I’m not saying it’s the reason I had my off or is responsible for the extent of my injury; the truth is I entered the race as I wanted/needed a challenge and it just so happened I felt fully dialled in during the ride. But then, seconds from the finish line I attempted a jump, didn’t stick the landing and have been going through the last few weeks in considerable pain.
I’ve never been one to sit back and wait for injuries to heal and for rehab to work. The truth is I’ve torn muscles, broken bones and had bouts of acute illness and gone straight back to work or back into sport. It’s a stupid thing to do and as I get older and my susceptibility for injury increases; it takes longer for me to heal.
So now on the eve of Round 1 of the new CORC XC 2013 Series I face a conundrum:
Do I race or do I sit this one out?
There is not straightforward and simple answer; only more questions…
Do I want to race? … Yes
Should I race? … No
Am I fit enough? … Maybe
Has my chest & shoulder healed enough? … No
Is it safe for me to ride? … Maybe
I went for a ride yesterday afternoon on the same track as tomorrow’s race. I only did one lap and I struggled a little bit. It takes a fair few kilometres for me to warm up and by the time I had reached the 7km mark I was finally warm. My chest and shoulder held up well, but I didn’t go as fast as I normally do and will need to go during the race.
However I woke up this morning quite tender and tonight I’m in considerable pain in my shoulder where the tear originates. As with all muscle injuries you don’t feel the full extent until you cool down; and well I’m feeling it right now.
I’ve prepped Zooey and set my alarm for tomorrow morning with the intention of riding out to Mt Stromlo as part of my warm up; although a 30km commute seems a little excessive for a 20km race.
I guess I’ll just wait and see and if I decide it’s best not race tomorrow I’ll go out to Mt Stromlo and cheer on the rest of The Berm riders and help out my local MTB club.
Bike Pr0n!
N+1 Is A Simple Yet Complicated Equation … aka Rule #12
The rules of cycling are applicable to all forms of the sport; be it road, time trial or MTB.
They are many, but they are clear; there are even rules that can be interchanged to allow variations under extreme circumstances.
For the purpose of this post I will focus on one rule only… RULE #12
While the minimum number of bikes one should own is three, the correct number is n+1, where n is the number of bikes currently owned. This equation may also be re-written as s-1, where s is the number of bikes owned that would result in separation from your partner
I own three bikes already. My beloved Zooey, her road riding sister Sara and my hand built single speed commuter.
As the girly will attest, I spend a lot of time with my bikes.
Put aside the 10-12 hours I spend in the saddle each week; after each ride I will meticulously clean and mini-service Zooey. Every few days I will do the same with Sara. And I spent weeks stripping down the frame, sanding, painting and finally building my SS roadie.
It is not a chore for me, it is therapeutic Maybe it stems from my years in the Army where you unpack, clean, reassemble and refit to fight all of your equipment and stores post exercise or operation. I’m have a set way I clean and service my bikes; I follow the same formula each time.
…Anyway I like bikes; and I like the concept of Rule #12; you are always on the look out for a new bike. Which brings me to my +1 bike crush!
The Giant Composite XTC 29er 1.
It’s an amazing bike. It looks great, rides great and it’s a carbon frame. N+1 indeed!
However there are a few complications in my equation:
- It’s rather expensive
- I’m getting married soon (do I really need to spend money on another bike?)
- It’s a hardtail 29er (I ride and race a dual suspension)
- The girly doesn’t really support/understand my need for this bike
I was at a point prior to my crash and torn pec where I was stupidly bike fit. I had spent enough time in the saddle that I was stronger, fitter, faster and healthier than I had been in a few years. The simple truth being; riding gets you fit and healthy and makes you happy.
However I also reached a plateau in my riding too. I wasn’t getting anymore big gains and I wasn’t getting much faster on my standard rides. Something had to change.
That change was adapting my riding. Firstly, my riding position; secondly, my bike setup; thirdly, my nutrition. I started to make more gains, but they were slower than I expected; I was slightly disillusioned and quietly disappointed. I made the mistake of increasing the intensity of every ride. Doing this is sure fire way to failure. I was experiencing muscle fatigue and DOMS on a regular basis. Instead of putting together a proper training program I just hit it hard; too hard.
The end result was over training and over confidence… Ergo, a poorly executed jump at the end of a race that resulted in a torn chest muscle and weeks off the bike.
Which brings me back to N+1. I’ve decided I will compete in the CORC XC Series on Zooey for the time being. I’ve got some ground to make up once I’m able to ride and I’ll do that properly with a training program and medical guidance. So no +1 for me in the near future.
For the time being I’ll leave a picture of the XTC above my desk at work and put in the required kilometres on the incredible bikes I’ve already got.
Hopefully one day in the future; for a brief 24 hour period N+1 becomes N, and I’ve got an XTC sitting in my living room…. And then the equation reverts back to N+1 once again.
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The Roadie
Every morning I walk down the stairs and see Sara sitting there. She’s good to go; bidons at the ready, tyres at 120psi, Garmin charged and helmet and glasses waiting.
It’s been a week since I tore my left pectoralis major and I’m missing riding.
Starting to think my aim of being ready for Round 1 of the CORC XC series in early May might not happen.
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