Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Peugeot 306 repairs Rip Off !

 

I hate garages and mechanics because they are thieves and incompetent. This feeling was strongly reinforced yesterday when I took my car to one because the heating had died and it wasn’t a simple problem with the fuses. After diagnostic tests the garage told me the whole ventilation would have to be changed. I pointed out that it was blowing air fine and only lacked the heat! They then continued the diagnostics and told me a temperature sensor had to be replaced before they could really tell what was wrong. I told them that I thought the problem would be in the dashboard – something to do with the variable resistor that controls the heating selection. The cost of diagnositics and sensor change was already up to 170 euros and I heard  long spiel on how this could affect many things. Weird considering that my temperature gauge had always worked!  Once the work was done and there was of course no difference they proposed to change the dashboard control unit – at 675 euros before including the cost of  the work. This is where I lost my temper with them and walked out of the garage telling them that I’d fix it myself and could promise them that it would cost between 20 to 30 euros total  - even if at this point I didn’t know anything about the car – and that I’d be back to show them that later on.

After driving home I got on the internet and found a Peugeot 306 club website where they explained how to dismantle the dashboard – so in 30 minutes I had it completely in bits…

The problem was rapidly located – being a broken plastic pin on the inside end of the heater control knob – something not even worth one euro. I returned to the garage to show them and asked them how they could be comfortable billing someone over 1000 euros to sort the problem of a broken part worth 1 euro. Basically we parted company with not much friendship  or good feeling between us.

Following the latest run in with the garage I located a local scrapyard and there was one Peugeot in it with the dashboard already removed and a control box identical to mine just sitting there – for the taking at only 30 euros! It worked fine and leaves me with a spare control box. So I was 100% correct that it would be repaired for 30 euros instead of over 1000.

The garage also pulled out a list of sensors that needed to be replaced adding potentially another 500 euros to their bill. When I asked them for a copy of the diagnostics test they refused and said that they couldn’t do that. I gave them the option – a photocopy of the diagnostics or my money back for the test! They relented and gave a photocopy. Basically the main dealers are crooks with a license to rob people – trying to bamboozle them with their “sophisticated” diagnostics. All the work they were going to rip me off for was just simple replacement of simple external sensors. I’ll never take a car to a main dealer again – they are much worse than I could ever imagine – total thieves and rubbish mechanics. They are fleecing people left right and center.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Big bug at home on my lettuce!

 

I never cease to be amazed at the number and diversity of bugs in this region. I’m not sure what this critter’s normal job is but it seems to like my lettuce and it’s two hooked fingers on each leg / arm or whatever are impressive.

This second photo shows baby’s hanging on to its belly – either that or beetle parasites. You can see two of them and when the original image is expanded they are in clear detail. I wonder what our closest common ancestor is to this critter.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Colle St Carlos–Italian Hot Chocolate

 

At the top of Colle St Carlos in Italy there is a small traditional restaurant and cafe – where they serve genuine thick Italian hot chocolate. Each year before the mountain passes close for the winter we go there for one of those real hot chocolates. There is a magnificent view of Mont Blanc and great hiking area, but today there was thick cloud cover and not the best light for photography.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Unbelievable Road Bike Handling

 

I definitely wouldn’t try to join this guy for a bike ride.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Colle St Carlos

Woke up this morning with calf muscles debilitatingly sore and stiff from running “doms”. I’d stuck to only 5km (two days’ before) but significantly accelerated for the final two kilometres and that was enough to push me though this adaptation phase. That would have been fine, but not when the idea was to get up early to go on a monster bike ride (115km and 3100m (10,500ft) climbing ) over the Alps with someone fitter and faster than myself.

Only four days earlier I’d covered 120km cycling and went through various ups and downs in performance that were seemingly due to blood sugar levels. This time it would be prudent to try to learn something and do a better job of controlling the issues – otherwise the day would not be very enjoyable. The first climb of the day (1400m) was from Bourg St Maurice at 853m altitude to the Col de Petit St Bernard at 2245m – for which I unfortunately forgot to start logging on the Xperia. This isn’t a steep climb but it’s very hard work because the climb is non stop for 30km and the moderate gradient allows you to go relatively fast. With this being the “warm up” climb for the day Chris and I climbed it together, managing to hold sporadic conversations on the way up. We didn’t want to overdo it on this climb because the real target was the dramatic ascent of the Colle St Carlos – plus there would be 5hrs 36mins of aggressive cycling ahead so it was prudent to start off “relatively” easily.

Chris wore winter style clothing with full gloves and long leggings. I wore summer gear with a base layer and arms warmers to start with plus a wind breaker. It was only around 10°C at Bourg when we left and 8:30am and it would probably be near freezing at altitude but clear sky and sunshine were forecast. As it happened there appeared to be  a form of temperature inversion and it was warmer at altitude than in the valleys – especially over on the Italian side of the border.

Pushing hard up to la Rosière ski station I was already starting to feel a form of tiredness after about 90 minutes. Although this was not the hardest part of the day we were not hanging about and it was time to put recent lessons to the test. The last thing is the world I felt like doing at this moment was eating. It’s not that the desire to eat is absent, there is a positive desire NOT to eat. The body is working very hard and all the blood is pulled away from the stomach to the legs so it’s like the stomach and all it’s needs are switched off making the very idea of eating repulsive. This appears to be what has always in the past prevented me from reacting to fatigue by eating and always associating it with lactic acid instead. I made myself eat an almond bar and drink some electrolyte fluid. Within five minutes the sensation of encroaching tiredness had subsided and full energy levels returned. It’s the first time I’ve ever made it to the top of this 30km climb without flagging towards the end! The time of 1hr 50 mins is a reasonable time and in line with a good solid workout even it was the only climb of the day. We stopped to put on windbreakers for the very long descent into the Aosta valley and that’s when I spotted that the Xperia had not been switched on to logging.

Passing through la Thuille in Italy and dropping down the narrow valley towards the Aosta alley it became very cold. This was partly due to the valley being in the shade and partly due to the temperature inversion. Fortunately it warmed up again towards the bottom of the descent and it wasn’t too bad. My descending was slightly affected by the effect of the running “doms” in the legs and the resulting sub 100% feeling that this leaves you with. To descend strongly you have to be at 100% to have the necessary confidence. I was generally hanging back behind Chris all the time – not chomping at the bit at all to be pushing on the pedals. Everything seemed to be done with a slight reluctance but acceptance nonetheless. While traversing the Aosta valley towards the Colle St Carlos I ate another almond bar and Chris gave me a large dextrose tablet – which I’d wait until about 10 minutes into the climb before eating. Dextrose is identical to the sugar in the blood so it doesn’t need to be digested and goes straight into the blood stream. Meanwhile hopefully the recharge from the almond bar would be working it’s way into the system.

The Colle St Carlos is viciously steep – up to 18% for significant stretches and climbing 1000m in only 10km. Most of the steep climbing is concentrated in the first half, which seriously tires out the legs for the second half. The first time I ever climbed this my bike had a standard 38T front and 23T rear gear setup and I had to zigzag to make it to the top. Today I’d have a 34T front and 28T rear available so there were no worries there. Most of the steeps I managed to climb in either the 23T or 25T, only dropping down to 28T on the nastiest parts and trying hard not to remain there afterwards.  The Rotor oval chainwheel is actually the equivalent of a 37T during the power phase, dropping to about 31T through the dead spot. The climb took about 1hr 2mins and it was tough. Normally I’d expect to die about half way up this climb but for the final 30 minutes the opposite happened and my heart rate was even higher at around 160 bpm average. There was no sign of light headedness or headache or of the sensation of energy draining away. The sugar management was clearly working and “lactic acid” was evidently not the main issue after all. One new drawback surfaced however! There was now no excuse to ease off with the effort! The limitations were now simply power to weight ratio and fitness. Whenever I found the thighs or hips hurting too much then some relief could be found in standing up on the pedals and getting a better extension of the hips and contraction of the glutes – also taking some of the strain off the lower back. Whenever I remembered to work from  the core there would be a dramatic recovery of speed and ease of pedalling – as if the “pull up” happened without trying. For some odd reason I felt unable to focus on that consistently, but it came to the rescue frequently when the going got tough.

Something else happened that seems to be the mental equivalent of physical centring with the core muscles. Deprived of my normal “get out” and default “plodding” mode with my head completely zonked out, then a new strategy would be necessary for dealing with discomfort. For some reason enforced “plodding” limits the self inflicted discomfort you experience. The body defends itself and goes into fat burning mode, which you can maintain almost indefinitely. The discomfort levels associated with fat burning plodding are not so great – it’s just that it’s an enforced condition and the brain won’t permit you any other options once this happens. Recently I read a letter by Stephen Gough – famous as “The naked Rambler” who has just spent 6 years in solitary confinement in jail. He is a man with incredible integrity and courage. He discusses how people’s prejudices are mostly caused by their inability to question their own assumptions – in other words – to participate consciously in their thoughts and acts. He gave an example of a neighbour in prison who would complain of boredom. He responded to this other prisoner by asking him if he had ever questioned his assumption that he was bored. When his neighbour actually interrogated himself on the issue he realised that there was no boredom. Christiane, when she walks or runs likes to see the ground and scenery as if they were moving towards her, so that she can feel centred and focused more inside her own body instead of externally. During the discomfort of extreme effort in cycling I noticed the same issues arising. Looking ahead at the long steep road it could quickly become discouraging, so it was important to bring the focus internally. Bringing the focus internally also would mean avoiding “external” assumptions of discomfort or anxiety. It was necessary to question the assumption of discomfort – was it really that bad? When observing the body attentively and putting this to the question it became obvious that the discomfort was largely an illusion, an assumption – an “external” thought just as external as the long steep road ahead. Centring the mind meant focusing directly on the body and asking for accurate real-time feedback. 

The summit of the Colle St Carlos has a fantastic little cafe / restaurant which is always open even on Sundays. They serve REAL thick Italian hot chocolate, but today a coffee would be fine. The sun was out and it was warm enough to sit outdoors and try to dry out a bit. Removing my headband and wringing it created a large puddle of sweat on the ground. It took a good ten minutes to recover properly from the exertion. Drying out was important because there was a 500m vertical descent back to la Thuille before the final 700m climb of the day back to the Col de Petit St Bernard. We refilled the water bottles at the cafe from an outdoor tap and set off refreshed.

Arriving at la Thuille we bumped into two British cyclists preparing to set off up the same climb – Martin Row and Sam Pritchard. By now my legs felt weary and although I’d expected a relaxed final climb it was obvious that this wasn’t going to happen. Chris and I packed away the wind breaker jackets and set off on the climb at a good pace. Looking back we could see one of the other’s also attacking the climb at a good pace. I could stay with Chris at the start but found myself working at a level that was unsustainable so once we arrived at the steeper parts I let him go ahead. For my part I simply maintained a solid workload – most of the time in third gear or dropping to second when absolutely necessary and applying all the technique and psychology that I could muster. Once again my body was failing to default into plodding mode so there was no “get out” possible. The distance grew between me and the “competition” behind so that was quite satisfying considering the big workload from the day already in the legs. Chris waited in the Italian cafe at the top of the col and when I joined him it was difficult to walk into the cafe. My legs seemed to be seizing up mainly from the running “doms” and somehow this was now really catching up with me. Inside my thighs started to ache and throb – a fairly unpleasant sensation. This left little desire to pedal on 30km descent to Bourg – which can be greatly assisted by pedalling hard. I ate more sugar to help with tiredness and once again it did seem to help. However I WAS genuinely tired by now.

At home I was totally wasted and unable to even watch TV or a film, my powers of concentration were so seriously depleted. Sleeping was not an option either because of aches everywhere. The fantastic thing is that I had learned why the quality of long workouts had so often (but strangely not always) been so poor due to blood sugar management. Endless hours of plodding through an inner fog are just demoralising and discouraging. Short fast workouts are great but they don’t build enough stamina – or at least they don’t teach you how to cope with longer demanding rides and how to develop appropriate tactics and strategy.

Friday, October 5, 2012

The Nike God

It has been a real battle changing running technique to a more natural form. The problem is that the Nike invention of heel striking and soft shoe soles is a bit like a fast food addiction; great at the time but extremely damaging in the long term and very hard to change. This problem is compounded from a lifetime of walking around with thick heels on shoes and so always reaching ahead with the feet and heel striking even when walking. On top of this an entire pseudo-medical industry has developed to deal with the problems this generates, all with an extremely pious air of respectability and authority. My own experience at age 25, with serious back trouble, was to have the country's leading podiatrist jack me up on even higher heels and plastic foot supports. Almost 30 years later I can now see the complete stupidity in this and how it damaged my posture and back even more - but when young, inexperienced, uninformed and guided by society we are vulnerable to this self-generated expert authority. All of this masks the simple fact that the body contains it's own wisdom and knows what's best. If the noise of civilization can just be quietened enough so that we can listen to the body then all the information required is already there.

The first thing to understand when changing running in this direction is that the "fast food" days are over; no more instant gratification. Say goodbye to Nike and all the copycat products everywhere; the "motion control", "anti pronation", "shock absorption" junk food equivalent. This all means that a whole new mind set is required to work along with a whole new set of muscles, tendons and ligaments doing a whole new job. Shock absorption and motion control now come directly from the muscles, tendons and ligaments so the demands placed upon them are dramatically different. This change is major and so it changes every aspect of running and what to expect from it. It takes longer to build up distance and speed due to the direct demands placed upon the body. Interruptions in training cause a more significant impact on performance and it takes longer to get things back together again on returning to running. Good mechanics of movement require awareness, focus and attention at all times, instead of mindless abandonment to the Nike God. Adaptation towards "Conscious" running is the easy part. The hard part is in dealing with long term effects of "fast food" style withdrawal and the slowed and changed patterns of progress, yet rapid set backs due to interruptions. Over time however it is noticed that interruptions are no longer due to chronic injuries, but are only due to priorities. The aches and pains after running (doms) and aching tendons are very predictable and noticeable with each increase in distance or speed, so with just a little experience it is very easy to avoid those issues becoming injuries. The Nike God in contrast has a tendency to directly mask those issues and allow you to forge on through until something breaks. Frustration at the slow build up of speed or distance is easily offset through patient appreciation that the quality of the build up is much greater and deeper. Whether this eventually leads to a better overall performance is debatable, but what isn't debatable is that it definitely leads to a better overall experience in several different and fundamental dimensions. Just get used to more progressive and methodical build-ups in training. Quality can't be rushed. We are off the "fast food" and preparation takes time. The heartening thing for those who persist is that as the level builds so do the rewards, on every level. Awareness grows steadily like a solid and massive oak tree from a tiny acorn. Performance itself takes second place to this other development. Each slow build up after an interruption also gives time to let fresh water and nutrition get to all the existing branches and leaves of this oak tree - letting you get properly back in touch with the body as the physical side sorts itself out. Awareness and good mechanics are necessary together to fight off the omnipresent Nike God.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Bauges Revisited

Last weekend was frustrating as another weather front passed through putting paid to most outdoors activities – including bailing out of the Cimes du Lac d’Annecy race on Sunday and just going for a 5k run instead. Tuesday morning the sun was forecast to return so we made a date for a tour of the Massif des Bauges. Experience has taught me that unless you are on a tight time schedule it’s best to wait until the sun has the chance to warm up the air a bit and to delay the start of any trip until late morning or lunch time. In the summer it’s better to start early to avoid the heat, but in Spring and Autumn late starts are better – though not so late that you get caught out in the dark.

Paul was a little late arriving at the car park in Albertville but he had much further to drive and on a road that is frequently blocked – coming from Chamonix directly over the mountains. The Chamonix valley, like the Tarantaise valley is narrow with steep sides, so this limits the sort of cycling available there. Annecy and Albertville open up extensive rolling areas at lower altitude. The scenery is stunning and roads relatively empty so it is ideal cycling terrain for the whole year round. Personally I find that I’m spoiled regarding scenery after so many years of living in the mountains. I recognise that the Bauges is incredibly beautiful but it doesn’t take my breath away. Perhaps I’d need to go to Mars to get that feeling again – or just go somewhere flat for a few months.

Unfortunately the weather was heavily overcast again in the morning so I’d packed a full assortment of clothing options. Even when preparing in the car park the clouds started breaking up and blue skies started to appear. It was obviously going to warm up as predicted. We had one climb of 650m up tot and altitude of 950m so there would be no high altitude issues to deal with – sticking to “middle mountain” terrain. It would be cycling shorts and short sleeved shirts – with arm warmers and wind breaker in the pocket.

Cycling though Albertville is a mundane affair through busy traffic and junctions, but within minutes the town is left behind and you find yourself on the edge of the Bauges national park. The road skirts the edge of the Southerly facing mountains passing through vineyards linked to spectacular old chateaux and monasteries. For some reason the road is not on the valley bottom but follows the base of the mountains over rolling hills, making it much more enjoyable cycling. I felt strong at the start having rested the previous day and only running a short distance the day before that. Paul on the other hand had done some challenging mountain-biking the day before – but his level of fitness in general meant that this wouldn’t present a problem. I have a tendency to back off on long trips to conserve energy – but Paul set off at the sort of pace I’d normally reserve for a 90 minute ride. This tour was intended to be about 3hrs 40 minutes or thereabouts. Choosing a pace seems to be a largely unconscious thing – the brain making choices for you. I still felt it my duty to work some of the time in front doing the pulling and with the stamina built up over the previous couple of months figured out that my body could sustain the effort over the distance even though there was a mental resistance towards it. Racing is a great way to overcome this resistance and stretch yourself a bit further – somehow it’s easier to accept this mind-set when racing – perhaps due to adrenaline. Perhaps it’s just that I’m used to either short sharp distances or long plods – but when stamina has built up a bit then it’s time to push harder for longer – so I had no issues with attempting to do so.

The first 650m climb was the biggest of the day up to 950m altitude, taking us from St Pierre d’Albingy up onto the Massif des Bauges plateau via the Col de Frêne . From Albertville all the way to Chambery this ridge of mountains sits on the south side of the valley and there are several cols that can be used to cross it – the other common one being the Col de Tamié which is a much shorter loop through Faverges which I’d normally tackle directly from Aime . Paul was pushing hard up the climb as I know he likes to do and I put any thoughts of being lazy out of my head. For about one third of the climb I stayed on the large chain wheel to work on strength. With the Osymetric chain wheel it is the equivalent of pushing on a 54 tooth ring during the power phase and a 47 tooth ring over the dead spot. Earlier in the season I discovered that my legs were not strong enough to get full advantage of this effect and it worked against me as a result. When the dualcam chain wheels work they are fantastic – but they need a minimum of conditioning and strength. The muscles being used are different too and this takes some time to adjust. I now feel that I can align everything and get a strong push through the power phase with enough strength to make it count. To start with I only benefited from the easier “dead spot” as the pedal went over the top dead centre but couldn’t capitalise properly on the power phase.

Once over the top we put on windbreakers for the long gradual descent through the plateau. My telephone was providing navigation as well as logging data – all using the Endomondo app featured above. I was expecting a bridge and turn to the right and being fearful of missing it and descending too far I decided on a turn off with a sign marked “Doucy” – going right and over a bridge. Glancing at the very small scale map on the screen (the entire 100+ km route was visible on a 4” screen) everything appeared to be okay. We started up the climb but kept the jackets on as it should only have been short, although we couldn’t see far ahead. Once again the pace was quite high so the entire focus was on working hard. Several times we appeared to reach the summit but then it would continue and I mentioned a couple of times that I had no recollection of this place from the previous trip, but just joked that I had probably been in a daze then as I’d not been in good shape at the time. The climb continued and eventually we stopped for a minute to take the jackets off. The gradient seemed to get steeper and the road narrower until eventually I could feel a headache coming on and at the same time the legs starting to give up. It’s a horrible feeling – a sort of implosion that comes across fairly suddenly. On both climbs there had been some stomach issues but that was due to digestive problems from eating badly the previous few days after Christaine had left for a week and I was free to gorge on whatever junk I wanted without my “female conscience” to stop me! This new development however was different. The feeling of strength that was there from the start just vanished. Paul saw me going in reverse so slowed down a bit but eventually took off at his own pace to wait at the top – which was the best thing to do. I kept a good plodding pace though and a short while later saw Paul heading back towards me – which could only mean one thing – a dead end! We had just climbed 500 vertical metres up the wrong road and were now at 1200m altitude.

From now on I will have to stop pretending to myself that I can still read a map without glasses. The sunlight had been strong on the screen and the scale too small, reading eyesight crap, fear of missing the turn off, presence of a bridge, then not recognising the terrain but being too preoccupied to check - all leading to a rather painful screw up.

Oh well, instead of a well measured workout it was now going to be a struggle. The rest of the rolling road with it’s ups and downs was painfully hard but I seemed to manage a bit more than a plodding pace – helped by Paul slowing down enough to let me stay in contact and slipstream on the flatter sections. The most important thing when you feel like this is not to be dropped because then you just give up and slow down completely. It becomes a big mental game and having someone to pull you along makes a big difference. I also didn’t want to slow down so much that it would spoil Paul’s workout. I went in front for the descent down to Lac d’Annecy – a tricky descent with a few blind bends and some loose gravel, terminating in an invisible cut off from the road onto the cycle path. Once on the cycle path Paul took over again. We seemed to have a constant headwind no matter which direction we were going. Paul managed a good pace to begin with but I realised straight away that he was probably underestimating the distance to the end – perhaps not in numerical terms but in physical terms – it was still a long way – too long to be pushing air out of the way by yourself at a good pace. I had no option but to stay behind because I couldn’t maintain the pace directly into the wind – even when eventually Paul started to slow down. Meanwhile I made myself useful by eating an almond bar and continuing to drink. I’d refilled the water bottle just before the final descent at a watering hole with no marking to say if it was “eau potable” or “eau non potable“. Paul had earlier made his refill at a trough marked “Eau Non Surveille” which I’d never seen before.  Whatever it really meant it didn’t say that it was undrinkable. Feeling concerned for Paul doing all the work along the cycle path I mentioned that it would be great is some local time trialist went flying past and we could both jump on his tail and let him pull us along. Ten minutes later exactly that happened – but not only were we overtaken too quickly to catch the guy but it was a recumbent two wheeler and would have given almost no slipstreaming – hence his incredible speed.

     

Not only had the upper quads in my right leg and both hips been mildly hurting all along the cycle path but now the soles of both feet were hurting. I’d been reduced to using 20 year old Time racing shoes and pedals since my ultra expensive Speedplay pedals fell apart. The Time shoes are shaped to be “toe down” and so all the force goes straight across the metatarsal joints. The interesting thing is to discover the massive difference that shoe design can make. My lightest racing shoes were crippling due to causing chronic serious pain at the base of the 5th metatarsal joint on the left foot – to the level that running became impossible. The cheaper shoes stopped this but the old Time shoes shift everything completely again.

Reaching Ugine I took the front to avoid confusion with the cycle path being routed through the road system. Once I got in front I felt that I might be able to maintain the pace but wasn’t quite sure how hard I needed to push. When you are tired it’s hard to judge pace and effort. Strangely, after about half a kilometre I started realising that the strength was returning to my body. It must have been a combination of eating, resting and drinking. The recovery was total and over the normally interminable and boring 11 km from Ugine to Albertville I was able to keep the power on the whole way to get it over with quickly. Paul had run out of both food and energy and unfortunately refused an almond bar from me – but now I was able to take the strain for a while and keep the pace going. It was good to finish on a positive note after such a long and difficult period and it goes to show that the body can recover from a slump. I’d thought that the slump was due to lactic acid from overdoing it on the climb and I associate the slight headache with that too. Paul was horrified that I’d only eaten a single small almond bar during the 5 hours of the workout – and he is probably right that this was the real cause of the slump. I’m really not good at judging the issues involved and separating out lactic acid overload and pure fatigue from sugar depletion.

  

When the power returned I’d been able to focus on getting strength from the hip extension instead of the quads and all the pains that I’d felt earlier vanished. There was no bum pain either during this trip – the bone bruising from the Time Mégève back in June having at long last gone away. Likewise there was no pins and needles in the hands – all due to the body adapting. Damned shame it’s the end of the season now. If I lost a stone in weight I’d be ripping on the bike. With the start of October however I’ve decided to start to control eating habits much better and to get back into thinking about good nutrition and discipline. There’s still two months to go before the start of the winter season and plenty opportunity for more cycling.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

8th Annual Semnoz Hill Climb

Decided to overcome my reticence and get back into racing so today I started with the Semnoz hill climb at Annecy. It’s a nice 14km climb that’s not too steep only going up 1000m . Not a single time this year have I pushed myself to the limit over a short distance and the last time I did this race my heart rate was close to it’s theoretical maximum the whole way at and average of 169 bpm for 57+ minutes (172 being the supposed max). My hope today was to beat this time even though I’m not feeling in form at the moment. Anything slower would be very disappointing but anything faster would be acceptable.

Timing

It’s REALLY tough to keep up a full force attack for almost and hour without backing off – especially when you haven’t been training specifically for it and you have been overeating instead. Part of the reason for racing today was to try to generate motivation to reign in the eating a bit – and the waistline. I guess stress at not working over the summer, the flat in Aberdeen falling apart and a few other things makes my genetic disposition towards comfort eating hard to overcome.  The cycling does release stress though and it also alters time. Notice I didn’t say it alters perception of time – it alters time.  Nobel Prize winner Ilya Prigogine pointed out that Einstein’s time dilation was only a special case and that there is also time dilation inside chemical reactions – which also means the brain. This means that when something dramatic happens and time appears to slow down then there is a good chance that it’s not “appearance” and that it actually does slow down in the brain. Extreme focus and attention slow time and so do creativity, exercise and sleep. You go to sleep and then wake up the next instant – even if it’s 7 hours later. That’s also why sleep keeps you youthful – the same as high speed time dilation in a spacecraft. Okay, I’m fantasizing here but there’s probably a small element of reality in it. It’s weird how you can cycle a really tough 5 hour ride and it doesn’t seem like 5 hours. People who exercise a lot and who sleep properly still look great when they are in their 80s – as can be seen later in one of the photos I took today.

Preparation

Annecy isn’t far from home – an hour and 15 minutes on early morning roads. Today I just got up early with all the kit ready and just had a quick Muesli breakfast then off in the car. The sky was clear with sun forecast and so although Semnoz would be chilly it wouldn’t be necessary for any special protection for the descent after the race. When we did it in 2009 we froze on the descent. The heating is malfunctioning in my car so I arrived chilled and the air was still cold at 8am. Registration was simple and quick and I was glad to have brought a flask of hot coffee as there would be a bit of waiting. After setting up the bike and going for a non-tiring warm up the sun appeared over the mountains and Lake Annecy. I found a spot in the sun to wait and instead of going to the start of the line up for the race I did the same there, hanging back a little to get into a sunny spot. Nothing slows me down more than cold. Before the race, while waiting in the sun I spoke to a scrawny little guy who had his number pinned on the wrong side of his back. The number was supposed to be on the left but his was on the right. He just shrugged this off and went on his way. Someone who overheard laughed and joked in French that his back was so small anyway that it made no difference. He certainly had no shoulders and no muscle anywhere. He looked in his 50s and I even wondered if it was safe for him to do an event like this. Everyone racing has a medical certificate so at least his insurance would be valid.

Race Start

The race started and the guy in front of me had toe straps which he couldn’t get into – so that made for a few lost seconds for everyone blocked behind him as he wobbled over the road. Last time here it was me who couldn’t get into the pedals! People settled into their own rhythm and pace very quickly and it was clear that some would be flying and others not. I overtook quite a lot of people by the first couple of bends and not many were passing me. The climb is just full on hard work with no rest or let up. Intensity of effort has to be maintained right to the end. There are a couple of flat stretches which give the legs a change but you have to get into a bigger gear and not ease off the effort or you lose. Quite early on I found myself overtaken on a steep bit by a big guy in white aged in his early 40s. I found that he slowed on the flats a bit so we started to yoyo back and forth past each other. In the end this turned out to be useful because we were able to slipstream on the flatter parts. This was in fact the only rest that could be taken on the climb because you knew that you couldn’t go faster if you tried to overtake so it was better so sit behind for a while and be pulled along while letting the legs recover a little.

Chi-CyclingTechnique

My main goal was not just to be faster than before (despite being too heavy) but to use chi-cycling skills to protect my back and prove to myself that this could still be faster. So many technical changes have been made in my movements that sometimes it’s depressing. When you start using different coordination or muscles it’s like going back to square one and starting the sport all over again. You can’t tell if you are slowing down because to this or perhaps because the changes are less efficient than what you were doing. For me it’s a clear cut issue of self preservation. If it damages the body then it has to be changed. Usually protection and speed both result eventually from good mechanics so I try to remain optimistic, but some changes take time. When lots of changes are made then it’s hard to keep the optimism working. I focussed hard on good mechanics working from the core. Aligning the leg for each push, pressuring the pedal and pulling up the the other one from core, feeling the glutes and hamstrings powering the hip extension and so sparing the quads – or distributing their load. After about 30 minutes it was clear that my body could maintain this because the pain and difficulty seemed to float away. That was probably the endorphin kicking in – the body’s natural morphine. Now it was clear that this level of power could be maintained until the end. Several times I wanted to drop down a gear and resisted the temptation because I know that as soon as I start spinning the speed drops. The strong force on the pedals also activates the core muscles and this disappears when there is not such a pressure on the feet. I don’t know if it’s a reflex or not but many reflexes are controlled by pressure on the feet. That core muscle activation then goes automatic and the power then comes from there. I’m assuming that’s because of the way it spreads the load more evenly throughout the large muscle groups. I kept on attacking the small groups ahead and reeling them in progressively. The big guy in white couldn’t keep up with this and dropped off the pace eventually. Later on he spoke to me and it turns out he lost about 4 minutes on the top section alone. Entering the last 500m I was horrified to be overtaken by a young guy I’d overtake about five minutes earlier. He must have been hanging on behind. It’s annoying when young guys do that because you know they can burn you off at the end. I tried to burn him off instead but my legs tied up quite rapidly and so that was over. With 100 metres to go I surged again but so did he so there was no catching him.

Breathing and Results

Today was a test of something I haven’t mentioned so far. After the Etape in July I had quite bad exercise induced asthma for about half an hour – which was easily controlled by nasal breathing. Today I breathed hard and through the mouth from the start and expected the worst on the finish line. Despite the intensity of the climb and the final surge there was absolutely no sign of breathing trouble – and I had to talk as somebody was interviewing me in French on the finish line. This is very encouraging because the breathing issues were starting to concern me and I’d been a bit worried about how a full bore workout might end up. In the end I’d reduced the previous time by 2 minutes to 55’ 36”. All my climbing data was lost however on my phone app – no idea what happened as it had worked all the way up the climb and I pushed the button to finish. In fact it had worked too well because I left the voice feedback on and it was blaring out on the speaker all the way up the hill  telling everyone how far I’d gone, the time from the start, pace and time for the last kilometre. Very annoying!

 

After the race there was an excellent reception at altitude (Semnoz is a small ski station) with plenty of nibbles and drinks. The sun was out and although the air was chilly it was able to dry the wet clothes and bring warmth to the body. Hot coffee helped warm up from the inside too. Eventually the prizes were dished out to all the categories and overall winners. I’d come 54th out of 111 so was happy with that being in the middle of the pack with a climbing speed of over 15 km/hr. The winner was over 20 km/hr and it’s usually some youngster about to be snapped up by some pro team. The name of the winner was called out and it was “Serge” somebody. In the middle of the crowd out stepped the scrawny little 50 year old runt that I’d mentioned at the start. I thought he was going to the loo but he wasn’t – he was the winner! Unbelievable! His legs seemed about as skinny as my wrists. I was totally gobsmacked and would never have believed it. It just goes to show how appearances can be deceptive and how wrong it is to judge people by them. There was also a special prize for an 80 year old who managed the climb and he looked younger and healthier than the winner.

Stepping out of the car after driving home my left leg locked up completely in a violent cramp that almost had me yelling. I’ve seen people actually yelling their heads off on hill climbs when this happens on the bike – the hamstrings and glutes locking up in spasm – but in my case it was well and truly a delayed action event. I’ve suffered such severe muscle spasms – for weeks and months on end -  in the legs and glutes from spinal problems and surgery in my life that this was nothing in comparison. Cramps like this are cause by muscle fatigue – not anything else.

Yes the winner is on the right – in blue. This is absolute proof that being small and skinny is the number one requirement for hill climbing. In the second picture the guy in the white and black top with the dark rimmed sunglasses is over 80 years old. He looks younger and fitter than the winner but took 2.5X longer on the climb.

  

 

All the winners together out of a field of 111

Monday, September 10, 2012

Massif des Bauges and La Plagne

Saturday’s workout went over the Massif des Bauges, passing through the town where the British family was camping when they were assassinated and in the adjacent valley to where the crime took place and the cyclist was killed too – with five bullets. Very scary because you realise just how random those things can be and how easily they could happen to you if you are in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The workout was with Chris and Richard and so it was guaranteed to be really tough as both are on good form. Chris and I had never been over this circuit and it is a stunningly beautiful area – completely hidden. I’ve been living here since 1994 and have never visited it. It’s definitely on my list of alternative routes now.

My legs were not cooperating from the start due to not having recovered yet from the 115km Beaufort workout only two days earlier. This meant that it was going to be a long session. I settled into the slipstream of the others so as to conserve energy for the climb up the Col de Frêne onto the Bauges Massif – knowing that they would appreciate me not falling too far behind on the climb later on. Sure enough the climb started out fast but my legs were never going to keep up the 25km/hr pace that we started the climb with and I had to settle down into my own rhythm. Once recovered from the over-exertion the legs felt fine and allowed a good pace. Riding through the Bauges was a very hilly – up and down – affair and after about 50km my legs were just not responding any more so I let the others go ahead. While we were going along the flatter roads from Albertville before the climb up to the Massif des Bauges we had a guy in a black and white shirt tag along for some draughting. He hung on with us until the start of the big climb. Much later on he caught up and overtook me on the climb up to the Col de Leschaux when Chris and Richard had already vanished in the distance. This kick started me again and I tried to keep up with him otherwise I’d go into complete hibernation mode on the bike. Eventually there was a sign for “Saint Jorioz” and as I believed that we were aiming for an associated col I left the main road and started off up this one instead. I can’t have been completely rational at this stage because I remember asking the black and white shirted guy if he’d seen my two companions, but he had just overtaken me so he couldn’t have. I guess I was more tired than I thought because it’s extremely unusual for me to be this disoriented. Further on I caught up with a porky guy just getting to the top of the climb. He was in blue and yellow and was part of the Thonon vélo club but still going slower than me due to his weight. I asked him if he had seen the other two cyclists but he said no. He then asked me where I was going and I told him I was heading for Albertville so he suggested that I follow him and he’d see me onto the right route. Perhaps Mr Thonon had climbed slowly with his weight but he descended like a demon and was quite hard to follow. His hand signals were first rate too which was pretty good as this descent had many obstacles and surprises. Just recently on the “Haute Route” seven stage Cyclosportive from Geneva to Nice there was another cyclist killed during a descent (other was Time Mégève two years ago) – so you really can’t be too careful – especially when you like speed.

Cycle Path

Arriving at the bottom of the descent and the town of Saint Jorioz there was a roundabout ahead and Thonon, who was behind me, shouted in his best English “left”! Of course he meant “right” so I went the wrong way and missed the entrance to the amazing cycle path. The cycle path goes from Annecy around lake Annecy and almost all the way to Albertville. After bouncing across the kerb my chain bounced off towards the outside but using the front derailleur I was able to flip it back on again without stopping. Three of us had formed a new peloton for the descent but now “black and white shirt” moved ahead a bit and I enjoyed talking to Thonon who turned out to be as friendly as he was helpful. We decided that the missing pair would either be a kilometre ahead or a kilometre behind so we just pressed on along the side of Lake Annecy with about 17km to go to Faverges. Several minutes later there was a hand on my back as Chris and Richard turned up – they had been going like mad trying to catch up. It turns out that Richard had stopped at the corner after that turn off for Saint Jorioz and Chris had gone on to the next corner. Richard saw me arrive and take the turn off but I couldn’t see him waving – so he had to go and collect Chris then they had to come after me. Thonon’s descent had been so spectacular that they had a job catching us up. Not wanting to be outdone they now ramped the speed up on the cycle path (which is quite wide) and we began draughting. Within about a minute we caught “Black and White Shirt” and so had a team of five which got faster and faster. Richard and Chris seemed to be trying to prove something so Thonon got in front and ramped it up again – his weight not hampering him at all on the flat. Richard then got on the front and although all I was doing all this time was draughting it was worrying because it didn’t seem like the legs were going to survive much more of this. Thonon then peeled off at his home and said goodbye as I thanked him and by this time “Black and White” was already dumped miles behind. The hardest part was that there were gates to slow down at and pass through where the minor roads intersected and then major accelerations to get back up to speed. As expected the other two couldn’t keep up that pace and with Thonon gone they calmed down again. My legs recovered and with only draugting that left me plenty of power for dealing with the accelerations. We kept up a high pace all the way back to Albertville and nobody was going to overtake us on the way home at that speed.

After the session both Chris and Richard had a go on my bike to feel the Osymetric chainwheel effect. Since Wiggo won the TdF people are being a bit more open minded about it now. I feel a massive difference with it and it really lends itself to good mechanics.

ChiRunning Cure

That morning Richard’s wife had also been in Albertville for a hip xray and she was told she had arthritis. I was suspicious but didn’t want to impose myself – so I asked when the problem had started. Sure enough as I expected it was during a 20k run on tarmac. I tried to explain chi-running as a way to protect the joints but this is difficult with people who are already in the “medical/physio” system because they don’t really listen. Later on, discussing it with his wife she said that in her club they insist on advancing the foot and landing solidly on the heel!!!!!! Spot on then with this diagnosis. I went through a bit of chi-running with her and hope to have at least shown that there are other issues involved and perhaps a clear solution to the problem without involving the medical establishment. On the positive side for me the chi-cycling technique has prevented any lower back trouble from developing during the season. Previous years have seen me develop progressively worsening chronic pain that would take most of the winter to calm down. I had some trouble this year because I was forced to adopt back damaging movements during the Etape simply because I was undertrained for the event – and that took some time to settle afterwards. During the past month the training has been stepped up and with good mechanics being used all the time there are no back problems. Chris has sciatica in both buttocks but won’t listen to anything I say about it so that’s a shame for him. He’d only start to listen if I was cycling faster than him but then if his sciatica worsens that that will certainly happen – I’ll be cycling faster than him.

La Plagne

Today – after one day’s rest, I had a great climb up to La Plagne (2000m) ski station on the bike. The legs recovered much better from Saturday’s workout than from the one two day’s earlier – probably because I couldn’t push so hard. It was a really good session of chi-cycling, working on constant activity of the core. It’s like you turn the belly slightly towards the pedal as you are pushing and the extension is between the chest and the knee – not between the hip and the foot. This really uses the power of the core and it’s linked to that slight internal rotation of the spine. It was a good climb of 1hr 24mins – not the fastest I’ve done by about 5 minutes – but OK for tired legs.