A lovely Belgian Cyclo-Cross moment when the former world champion decided it was time to retaliate against an abusive fan. Footie fans: this is a bit like the Cantona moment, but unlike a fottballer, he just carries straight on with his job afterwards. Click piccie to watch the video.
Kitchen…. work in progress
It’s been a long slow haul and almost four years since we moved in but we’re on the last leg of doing up our house. 15 months ago, the old extension was pulled down and I had the satisfying task of putting the kitchen units in last week.
A whole week off work was a rewarding one and along with invaluable help from Alan (the joiner who worked on our house before his boss left us all in the lurch and went bankrupt!), we got all the units, plumbing, electrics and appliances sorted.
The blue is just a film cover to protect the doors… it’s going to be very very very shiny white.The first two are what it looked like in February 2005, and the last two photos are where we are to date
Lily at Pre School
I saw you in a crowd
A new set of six photos I’ve uploaded to Flickr. “I saw you in a crowd” is a mini, virtual show of some photos from my recent work trip to London. I was lucky enough to not be in a rush wherever I travelled, so i ended up walking to all the meetings. The temptation to take shots of all the landmarks was avoided and I got this idea into my head about isolating colours. I’ve done this a few times before and it’s fairly easy in Photoshop, but it’s a challenge to pick the right images to do it to. I think they’ll work better printed up than on the screen – they need a bit of space around them.
The Fred Whitton Challenge – the ups and downs of cycling
I had a great time in the Fred Whitton Challenge. I think it’s probably the hardest shorter distance cycle ‘sportive’ in the country – there are a few 300km rides and such like but they’re for nutters… but the Fred Whitton ride is, in summary:
A ride over all of the (tarmac) Lakeland passes.
114 miles
Approx 4,100 metres of ascent and descent
Very polular (500 plus riders)
I did a respectable ride and finished in 6 hours 38 minutes. I was the 34th finisher from 516 finishers (and quite a few more starters), and was pretty pleased with the result. I’ve never been a good climber so the challenge was always going to be interesting for a 13 stoner. I used the right gears (39 tooth chainring on the front and a bottom gear of 32 teeth on the back). The tiny gears seemed ridiculous at first but as soon as I hit Honister Pass at 48 miles I knew they were a wise choice. Quite a number of people had underestimated the steepness of the climbs and were in for quite a bit of pushing the bike and a long day in (and out of) the saddle.
The climbs of Newlands Pass (after the first feed at Buttermere) and then Whinlatter Pass were both rhythm climbs which suited me much better than the uneven gradients of the others. I had a good leg from there to the final feed at Gosforth (86 miles). Going on from Gosforth I was starting to get into dodgy territory – the gorgeous surroundings of the lower Eskdale valley were no distraction from the worry I was about to cramp up. I saw the zig zags of the one-in-three climb of Hard Knott pass (101 miles and the highest point on the ride) dotted with people pushing bikes ahead of me and was resigned to a tough climb.
However, to my surprise, riding on my own, I managed to get into some sort of a rhythm and, apart from the stench of burning clutches from all the slow passing cars around me, I felt surprisingly comfortable. The descent of Hard Knott is viscious – with no time to look at the views, and constant braking as you screech down the staircase-like hairpins. The
final climb of Wrynose pass is a mere two miles up the valley and I had no problems with my easy gear on the easier side of this high pass. I’d ridden this side of Wrynose with Richard (Hannaford) in 2005 on a bottom gear of 42-23, so I knew I’d be fine.
The final run-in is deceptive, and with about 600 feet of climbing over to Coniston is not to be sniffed at after 107 miles. Still – with so many mountain passes in the bag it was an easy spin and a lovely power ride over the last couple of miles.
Links:
Results 2006
Official website
Blogs of note:
Mark Wilson, Southport CC (2003)
Mike Inder (2005)
Someone from Thames Velo (2003)
Time for some sport reports
Haven’t had much sporty stuff on the blog for a bit – time for an update about what I’ve been up to and why I can’t walk faster than a snail’s pace today.
I had a pretty good run in the Three Peaks Race yesterday. It’s not the hilliest fell race there is but at almost 24 miles it’s a hard, hard endurance event. I’m sure there are tougher things to do, but it’ll do me for now. Key headline is that I finished ten minutes quicker than my first one (last year), with a time of 3hrs 44:59(click for split times). My cycling team mate Rob Jebb won for the second year running with 2:54:15 – a four minute improvement on 1995. Somehow, because of a stronger field, I guess, I finished five places further down the field than last time….
The story.
Managed to prepare pretty well but the main worry was that I’d been cycling a bit more than I should have been. There’s not much substitution for running as training for this distance, with the 4,500 feet of climbing and (importantly) hard descending. The main ‘lesson’ I took with me from 2005 was to go out a bit more gently and leave plenty in the tank for the finishing 10 miles. That said, I somehow managed to get up the first mountain, Penyghent, two and a half minutes quicker than 2005. Ooops.
The long stretch after descending the fast track from the summit didn’t seem to take its toll too much – I reached Ribblehead knowing that I hadn’t over-stretched myself a full five minutes quicker than last time. Although I improved on every split, things just got so much harder after Ribblehead. I was starting to get very tight calf muscles (all than non-running training!) and the decline in my wellbeing was compounded by a nasty fall on an innocuous bit of rocky track next to the Settle-Carlisle railway. A lamb ran out in front of me and I just caught a rock with my left toe and went straight down in a heap. Sitting there for 30 seconds or so I was in quite a bit of pain, but made what was to be the right decision in getting up and seeing how I felt. Three or four minutes of limping and nursing a bit of a bloody knee was all it took before it soon mingled in with the rest of the pain and got pushed from my mind.
From the summit of Whernside, the highest and steepest part of the race, I started down the next descent a little bit more cautiously. Partly because of the fall, and partly because of the nagging signs of cramp in my calf muscles. I had a nasty spasm of cramp that I quickly dealt with by belting it with my fist (!), then continued down the steep track, fingers crossed that all the flat tonic water I’d drunk during the race (quinnine reduces cramp, apparantly) was working.
By the time I reached the Hill Inn (the last point you can logically pack in!) I knew I was going to get back in one piece, but had to slow my pace – drastically, to keep the cramp at bay – in would have stopped me dead in my tracks and I knew it – so I had to be wise and mentally strong in letting people run past me. The competitive urge is hard to overcome, but I was right to lay off for a bit. The climb of Ingleborough was satisfying – the end’s almost in sight and although there’s an attrition on the legs that you can’t describe unless you’ve experienced it – you know you’ve done it.
The four mile descent back to Horton in Ribblesdale is a bit of a cruel one. The gradient is gentle, but an uneven path surface is cruel on tired legs and aching feet. Again, I had to let people pass me, knowing that if I tried to stay with them, I’d be rolling on my back in the side of the path with cramp for five minutes. The final false-flat passes excruciatingly slowly, then, ‘you bloody beauty’ – I can see the road only a few hundred yards ahead.
After I came over the line I got a great hug from Lily and it was ace to have some family in support. I really seized up afterwards and have been hobbling about for 24 hours since. Well worth it though.
Mates
Matthew (Pixton) defeated his demons, having had to pack in 2005, and overcame some horrible cramp to finish in 4 hrs 49 – will “never do it again” (my words, 2005 – maybe he’s got more conviction than me though!). Carl (Nelson) was not so lucky at his first attempt and blisters got the better of him. His long walk down from Whernside to the bus back to safety added insult to injury. Mike (Cottrill) soldiered round in 5:03 – a hard day out, but got a good finish under his belt.
Parking Spots
Parking Spots – a nice concept – toy cars juxtaposed into real life. Lovely.
Richard Goodwin’s remix Of La Resistencia – with ingredients by Minnellium.
A nice chap called Richard Goodwin’s remixed a latin track by Los De Abajo on this site. The track called “La Resistencia” is not up my street, but is really upbeat. The reason I’m blogging it is because Richard used some of my home crafted drum loops that I give to the whole world for free on www.minnellium.com. A win-win. Nice one.
Easter 2006 – Phil, Anne and family – our first house guests
… well not quite our first house guests ever – just our first ones since starting to do up the house – so an adventure of sorts – and a bit of a watershed with the house refurbs. We had a great three days and nights and it was very prescious for us to watch all the children having such a memorable, happy time.
Special Editions
The FlipFlopFlyin site, one of my faves in cup-of-tea moments at work, has a great photo collection of special editions – cars which seem to be a ‘special’ model of some sort. These seem the norm now rather than the exception, which sort of makes it all a bit funny.
One red paperclip – a story of someone trading things in order to move up in the world.
Great story on this blog….
On July 12th, 2005 I posted a picture of
on this website. I traded my one red paperclip with Rawnie and Corinna for
which was exchanged with Annie for
that Shawn saw and bartered his
that was then swapped with Sgt. David J. for
that Marcin eyed and switched it for
that I traded Michel Barrette for his
that Jeff upped to
and then swapped with Bruno for
that Brendan upped the ante with
I’m going to keep trading for bigger or better things until I get a house