Old Bling New Bling

Chris's repaired C'dale (he breaks everything he rides) re-kitted out in SRAM Red and high end carbon bits, coming in at 6.85 kg (just legal, and not bad for Large, and incidentally the same weight as Mr Dugan's Cervelo R5, also in Large), with a view to 3peaks early next year.

And for me, a 2012 Anthem Advanced 26er frameset which i'll gradually build up as a second identical machine to old faithful (09 vintage) should any further 24solos be entertained.  A bit of a gamble to stick with the endangered 26er (no longer in production from Giant), but at least it is the devil i know, and should get me round the tight and twisty bits of Stromlo.  BTW,  Anita and GK also recently jumped on the 26er Anthem bandwagon.  Get em whilst you can!

Hubris waffle

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Highland Fling 2012

My time of 5:24 placed me 19^th in category (of 240, behind the winner's astonishing 4:35), and 100^th outright (of ~750, winning time of 4:11 = same as posted lasted year, on an essentially identical 112 km course). 

Pre-race nutrition consisted of 6:30 pizza and a few glasses of red.  Anita and I were probably asleep by 9.  Slept well with clear nostrils – usually a good sign.  Awoke early and was numero uno in the coffee queue.  Eyes in no probs.  Hob-knobbed with Mr Welch (17^th in Cat last year) pre-start.  Nice bloke, and nice to get to know he who bested me in the solo a month before.  Now I actually know what he looks like.

Started with the first wave and despite Mr Welch bolting from the gun I deliberately held it back and settled into a very comfortable rhythm mid pack.  About half way through the first sector (27 km) I passed not only Mr Welch, who seemed to be struggling, but also Mr Adams (2^nd in Cat last year) with a mechanical.  I basically stuck to the plan of holding what I thought to be an honest but maintainable pace, and ended up rolling into transition in 1:04, 3 min quicker than last year but a whole lot fresher. 

The middle leg (53 km) contains the bulk of the technical single track and the bulk of the climbing, and is traditionally where I blow up, usually before the mid-race feed.  This year was different, however.  The single track was a real joy to ride, mostly I think because my handling skills have improved to the point where I can comfortably hold position within the conga lines and not scrub off speed unnecessarily on every second corner – and not burn off energy unnecessarily.  The climbs were a grovel, but I knew what to expect and dosed my effort accordingly.

The main technicalities and climbs done with, at the 70 km point (~3:15 in), still feeling comfortable, I unwittingly found myself in a group of about 6 containing some of the Masters category favorites, including Mr Adams, who had clawed his way back despite his mechanical.  Adams made a dig to escape, but we brought him back on the windy high plains gravel road which runs from the 70 km mark through to the second transition at 80 km.  This is where hubris kicked in.  It suddenly occurred to me that I was at the head of affairs, and that If I played my cards correctly a high finish was assured.  As we worked this sector I did my turns – enough but not too much, until one guy moved to the front and put in a particularly hard effort.  Being next in line it was my turn to close the gap, which I duly did - painfully.  But in doing so, just as contact was made, I suffered immediate and severe cramp in my right hamstring, to the point all I could do was stand.  I couldn’t even turn the crank without it seizing again, despite one of the other guys giving me a push for some seconds to see if I could recover.  Alas it was not to be.

About a minute passed before I could even pedal a proper revolution, let alone put some power down, and by this stage the group was out of sight.  Hence, the last 5 km to transition was ridden at snails pace, downing a good dose of liquid on my back and waiting for the legs to come good.  Just before transition Mr Welch caught me, and we had a brief chat before crossing the rail line, bottle filling, peeing and heading off again.  Just minutes into the last 32 km sector the lead trio of Elite field riders came scorching past.  I thought jumping on them was folly, so I didn’t, unlike Mr Welch, who obviously had the legs, and that was it – I didn’t see him till the finish.

To add to my woes, with about 28 to go the left knee pain which surfaced during the recent 24 was back, forcing me to ride a heavy gear out of the saddle for much of the remainder.  This really pulled the wind from my sails, and I resigned myself to a painful and pedestrian finish.  Even so, I managed most of the pinches on the “roller coaster” sector, and even managed to clean “broke-back mountain” for the first time, and still managed to enjoy the last bits of rocky hill-side single track before the final push to the line.

The Adams group rolled home in 5:09 – only good enough for 8^th this year, and Mr Welch came home in 5:12 and 13^th, almost the identical time and place as last year.  My 5:24 was not quite the finish I was talking up, so I’m a little bit disappointed, but it was the best I could muster on the day, and I’m actually surprised I didn’t bleed more time over the last 30 km given the hydration/tactical screw-up, and knee complications in the last sector.

Otherwise it was a grand day out – perfect conditions.  And in her first taste of the Fling, Anita even rolled around the “Casual Fling” course on her brand-spanking dually, only parking it once in the “great sandy desert” sector, and is keen to give the Half Fling a nudge next year.

Fling Time

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I’m usually battling for motivation at this time of year.  I’ve typically descended from the emotional high of the Scott24 and am back at the bench with head properly ensconced in conundrums that typify research.  Add summer heat into the mix, which usually hits about now, and the Fling is hardly an event I’ve really been out to smash, and this has been accurately reflected in my far from stellar results over the last few years, where I struggle to even finish within an hour of my age-group category winner. 

This year however, a few days before the event, I feel different.  I’m still at race weight (which these days is 68 kg), I seem to have recovered nicely from the recent 24, and I’m not coughing and spluttering.  Hence this could be the year that I finally nail a good Highland Fling.  Have just checked the entry list tho, and there are quite a few obstacles which separate me from a top 5 finish, or even a top 10 finish.  The Masters field (240 strong), is peppered with quality riders, including about 30 who have either beaten me convincingly in past Flings, or finished within 10 minutes of me at the Convict100 (in May, when I was in good form), both courses of similar distance.  There are at least 5 riders who, if they perform even vaguely as you’d expect, will hammer me soundly and fill all steps on the top 5 podium, including a fmr NSW roadman of the year (Mr Hickson).  Additionally, the pendulum has definitely swung in favor of the 29er (and for this type of course a 29er hard-tail) over the 26er dually I’ll be packing (old timer!), so I’ve definitely got my work cut out being competitive.   Realistically I’ll be aiming for a time inside of about 5:10 for the 112 km course (sub 5 might be a tad unrealistic – my best time thus far has been about 5:50! – although lack of discipline in the night-before beer department has not helped my cause).  Even if achieved this might still only be good enough for a top 20 age-cat finish given the quality of the field and the ever-progressing state of the arms race.  Apart from good legs, also key will be strategy.  Must hold back in the first quarter (which I’m bad at) in order to have something in the tank for the last quarter (usually cramping on empty), where even bigger losses or gains will be realized.  Must also force down more food than I’ve consumed in the past. 

T’will be interesting to see if I’m on the mark with my ambitions/predictions, or whether such conjecture is mere hubris-waffle.  Time to roll wheels and dice and find out.