This day is testing me big time. I've just got back from a pleasant 6h ride from Carlton North, collected Princess up the Calder to Macedon we went, then climbed the steep (front) side of the mountain - some nice 14deg gradients, a double donut stop in Woodend, back across to Gisborne to Melton and back home down the Western Hwy.

We didn't ride at warp speed, BUT, quick enough for a 6h outing, especially in the hills too, tough! Spending 6h in the saddle riding hilly terrain takes something out of you, it was damned hot too. The last 1h was a suffer fest, it got tough from hour 5 to 6.

So now, I've jammed a 5hite load of coffee, pancakes, nutella, peanut butter, ice cream, nutri grain down the cake hole and in 1.5h time, I'm out there for the REAL TEST. A 2h 50min run, part with Damo, about 1:40 and Damo will transform into Bobby Bouche and play water boy, should be nice and warm, 35 deg C in about 1.5h time. PHUK!

Oh the things we do to ourselves by choice, nothing better than suffering for your sport. The more I suffer now, the harder I will be in 28 days time when I go to war with the rest of Oz at Port Macq.

I expect I'll be an absolute mess by 6:30pm tonight, tongue hanging out, probably incoherent, well and truly on the rivet.

So, in the words of Captain, it's time to take the "pain sandwhich" and suffer for my sport.

GGGGrrrrrr

Komo