Trans-Outaouais Terror

I have no idea what's waiting for me
I have no idea what’s waiting for me

Sure the maps all say there’s a road there. And so what if there’s no Google Street View? How bad could it be? I’ve got wide tires and disc brakes. That should be fine, right? Right.

So off I went.
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Numbers or it didn’t happen: measuring success on the internet

Live tweets plus deck from a 90 minute presentation I gave to union communicators at the Canadian Association of Labour Media conference in Victoria June 18-20.
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Cut Paste and Post: using open source content management systems

Live tweet of a 90 minute workshop I gave at the 2015 CALM Conference in Victoria about using open source content management systems for union communicators. Continue reading Cut Paste and Post: using open source content management systems

Sunday was pretty good too

Foggy sunrise leaving Kingston
End to end, 5:22, moving time: 5:17. Not as speedy as Saturday, but still much faster than my 5:45 target. I have the wind to thank for a bit of it, but I do believe the training has been working.

I wouldn’t have actually stopped at all if my power meter hadn’t suddenly gone dark on me. The battery had plenty of juice (and I’d brought a spare) but I spent – apparently – five minutes by the side of the road trying to get it back. No dice.

Oddly I didn’t need to pee at all. This despite drinking both bottles of water over the course of the day.

I was a bit at a loss without the power numbers – especially on the flats where I find it harder to gauge how much effort I’m putting in. But I still had my speed target and I knew how far I had to go so I was able to pace myself and not collapse/explode.

So in the end I kept the same approach: leading out a little hard (Tempo/Sweet Spot) then levelling off to Zone 2 (Endurance), following the 50-40-30-20-10 rule wherein you are allowed to coast at 50 km/h and float your feet on the cranks at 40. The last 20 or so km I turned on the gas a bit – aiming for what felt again like Tempo/Sweet Spot.
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We are back

Friday night to Tuesday afternoon is a long time to be gone. I apologize for that. I will be investigating the cost of reducing the downtime involved in a catastrophic disk failure and will be looking to ensure that my remote backup (which saved my ass) gets all the loving it needs. Because I do love it.

Trouble is how to repeat that


This is my only mid-ride photo from the first half of the Rideau Lakes Cycle Tour. The tl;dr is that I killed it.

The wind was favourable for sure. I was aiming to cut 20 minutes off my last year’s time and crack the six hour mark. I told my coach I though 5:45 was a big jump but not impossible.

When I clicked the stop button on my head unit it read 5 hours 4 minutes.


I took a shot of it because I didn’t believe it either.

What was more surprising was how good I felt. I texted Irene that I could go out and do it all again. Past year’s selfies have had me looking drawn out and grim. I usually feel happy to be done for the day, confident (usually) of being able to do it again the next day, but completely spent.

This year I hung around the beer tent waiting for the luggage to arrive feeling like nothing had happened.

I can certainly attribute some of that to the caffeine in the gel I took at hour four, but I prefer to think that it’s the training paying off.

Usually I struggle to get 1000km in on the bike before the tour. This year between commuting, trainer workouts and actual rides I have done 5384km as of today.

So that’s a fair bit more preparation than normal. May I just pause here to offer effusive thanks, praise and gratitude to Irene who’s been a bike widow since… oh… January.

Interesting to me though is that my longest training ride before this event was 140km, one of only three rides that have got into three digits.

I’ve always just gone out to try to gradually ride more to come closer to the big one eight oh.

But this year I did more shorter, focused intense (sometimes barf worthy) efforts.

It seems it has paid off.

But the big question I have for myself is ‘can I repeat it tomorrow?’

Stay tuned.