Today being Tuesday, I was up early for the usual Tuesday Morning Loop around Gregadoo with the “fast group” I call them the fast group because they’re a group and they go fast. Too fast for me – I’m usually dropped about one-third of the way aroud the loop. On the rare occasion that I stick with them over the second hill, I’m always left for dust on the sprint, despite my best efforts. Just last week I was passed whilst doing 50kph along the straight. Insane.
Anyway, the catch with the Tuesday group is that they leave bang on 6am. They don’t wait. Today I was 4 minutes late. Which meant my group ride had become a solo ride. I’d planned for longer ride anyway, but I’d hoped to draft for the first 15km or so. At first, I entered thoughts of trying to catch them. I could see the flashing red in the distance, but those thoughts (which were always wildly optimistic) faded to nothing as I turned into the headwind.
South along Mitchell Rd is always hard work. It has a hold over me and I always find it tougher than I should. There is almost always some degree of headwind or crosswind, but for whatever reason, it always tests me. So I gave up on pretending I could chase them down and started planning a route. Triple loop? Out towards Tumba? In the end I opted for an out and back, through Ladysmith and along the highway into Wagga, before turning around at the 50km point. I’d consciously chosen a 100km ride, and had decided to take a crack at one of my holy grails – a century at 30kph. I’ve done one before, but it wasn’t solo. I’d started with the pack and drafted along Mitchell Rd, so I don’t count it as a solo, even though I was alone for over 80% of the ride. I guess on that day, I got up on time.
All things being equal, todays course was relatively flat, with only 450m total of vertical elevation over the 100km. Saying that, the ride had four distinct trends – 15km uphill, 35km downhill and then 35km up and 15km down. I knew that the last 15km would be fast, and with the right conditions, the last 12km leading into the turn around could be pretty quick too, so I’d be able to make up some time if I dropped off.
The ride went to plan, mostly. Mitchell Rd was a bitch up to the top of Gregadoo Hill. According to Strava, my best time for the climb is 9m48, which is significantly better than todays 13m04. From there, the pace quickened as I took advantage of the overall negative gradient. Plus, my legs had kicked in by then and I was able to maintain my a higher speed. Not long after the left turn towards Ladysmith, I hit roadworks. Happy for a short break, I scarfed down an energy bar and some nuun and took off when allowed. The stretch towards Alfredtown was probably the most disappointing of the ride. It seemed a lot harder than I remembered and I struggled to maintain my goal speed. I did, just, and by the time I turned towards Wagga I was relieved. The road into Wagga is good and in the absence of winds and trucks, lends itself to some very enjoyable riding.
By the time I reached the turnaround point, I’d just snuck ahead on time. For the first time in the ride, my average speed was in excess of the 30kph mark. The ride in from Alfredtown, as expected, had been good to me. I was on time, but I knew the second half would be harder. I was starting from a different point and if I didn’t get my fuelling strategy right, I’d tire too early.
I travelled well back towards Forest Hill but then got smacked in the face by the sharp little climb towards the RAAF base. It was clear now that I’d left my climbing legs at home. Very careless really. Still all ups have a down and I practically rolled back into Alfredtown. A hard right and I was off the highway, heading back towards Ladysmith. From this direction, it’s a false flat through the next 15km, through Ladysmith and into Gregadoo Rd.
Once again I was obliged to stop and wait at the roadworks and as before, I took the opportunity to refuel. Out of habit, I gave my tyres a squeeze and they felt a little low. I contemplated thumping some air in but the lights turned green and I was away. It must’ve played on my mind because within a km I’d stopped to rectify the situation. My average speed had dropped down to 29.7kph and I didn’t want to fail on the account of soft tyres.
I have no idea if it worked or if I was just benefitting from the short break, but when I took off again, things seemed a little easier and faster. I maintained a decent speed until I hit the backside of Gregadoo Hill and wound back to a shade over 23kph on the climb. Once again, Strava tells me that my best time is 4m55 and today I did it in 5m08. Honestly, it seemed a lot slower than that.
Regardless, I was at the top, which meant that I could sprint to the finish. I’d dropped back to an average of 29.6kph by the top. By the end of the hill I was almost on par, and as I continued on, I advanced ahead of my goal. By the time I turned towards Red Hill Rd, I had a couple of minutes up my sleeve. This was important because I knew that Red Hill would chew up that time, especially the nasty little 10% gradient before the peak.
But over I went and from there, it was all downhill, literally. I crossed the 100km mark a thirty seconds inside the 3h20 goal. An easy couple of kms to the end and I was done.
In all, a great ride for me. A new PB and another goal checked off. Final stats for the day: 101.97km in 3h22m41s. Average moving speed 30.2kph. Full details here.




