Wednesday, June 28, 2006

The latest louts...

I went for a ride this morning with approximately half of my favourite
group of road cyclists: Karen, Lotte and Abby. Notable absences were
Glenn, Chris (and Peter but I don't know him as well), Adam and of
course Steven. We had a great time. Except for that section of Benson
St where the driver of a black Landbruiser decided he/she/it had to be
past us immediately. As the vehicle came past, the side mirrors missed
Abby (in front of me) by a mere inch or so. (The lane here is very wide
so people are always going to try to squish through.) the really cool
bit was when the driver clearly forgot to shoulder check before trying
this manoeuvre and therefore very nearly took out the motorcyclist in
the other lane.

It made me think about my ride home after work yesterday, which was peak
hour. The only place I felt really safe was on the Story Bridge, which
is freaky because normally it scares the crap out of me, and I only
manage to ride it by zoning out. The weird thing about the multiple
incidents is that they largely involved scooter riders (and one
motorcyclist) overtaking me too close within the lane. Now I ride in the
left wheel track, so if a scooter passes in the right wheel track they
should have plenty of clearance. But these riders were clearly scared
of the cars in the next lane over or something - they nearly took me out
in the process! One came within about two inches of my handlebars.

I planned to head to Riding Rd but after having several cars fail to
give way when changing across into the left hand lane, I decided to just
use Hawthorne Rd. It means I have a right turn across a busy street
later but I didn't want to get side skewered.

In good news, my groin and hammies didn't play up on the ride (I've
determined that the source is my posture, and I'm focussing on fixing
it) so hopefully all will be well for this weekend.

Oh, post ride we had coffee and breakfast. I had Canadian pankcakes,
mmmmm. I decaffeinated myself yesterday, which resulted in a horibble
headache (which got worse when I went swimming) but am doing okay
today. I went and bought some merlo decaf blend to keep me feeling
happy after enjoying my decaf cappuccino this morning.

Bored yet?

Monday, June 26, 2006

And a followup...

http://www.itdp.org/news/bogota900.html

Press Release
Ocotber 7, 2001

Bike Use in Bogota Jumps 900%,
Boosts Local Bike Retailers

Bogotá, COLOMBIA-- Sales of Trek, GT, Schwinn, Bianchi and Giant have
increased 80% at Bici Ruta, a bike retailer in Bogotá, Colombia. Bici
Ruta
is not the only retailer who is selling increasing numbers of bikes and
accessories; business is booming for bike dealers throughout Bogotá, a
city
of 7 million people. Why the sudden jump?
This year, Bogotá completed a network of "Ciclo-Rutas", 300 kilometers
of
bicycle paths, the most extensive dedicated bike path network in the
world.
The new paths, coupled with other bike promotion measures, have caused a
900% increase in cycling. In 1997 only 0.5% of the population used the
bicycle as a means of transportation, today more than 5% do it.
Other strategies that have led to the growth of cycling in Bogotá
include a
crack-down on cars parking on public space, and the "Ciclovia", a policy
by
which all cars are banned from 120 kilometers of the city's main
arteries on
Sundays and holidays, opening the streets to 2 million cyclists,
walkers,
and roller-bladers. The popular Enrique Peñalosa, who because of term
limits
recently stepped down as Mayor of Bogotá, was the primary force behind
these
and other pro-bicycle measures.
On Thursday, February 24, 2000 Mayor Peñalosa carried out Bogota's first
Car
Free Day, a day in which no cars were allowed to circulate in the entire
urban area (32,000 hectares). During 13 hours, from 6:30 AM to 7:30 PM,
about 6,5 million people moved in public transit, bicycles, roller
blades,
taxis and by foot. On this workday 98% of all activities functioned
normally. Indeed, many businesses reported increased sales. Due to these
visionary efforts, Mayor Peñalosa was recently awarded the prestigious
Stockholm Challenge Prize.
A bus rapid transit system called TransMilenio was also launched in
December
2000. 160-passenger buses run through exclusive corridors. The system is
integrated with the Ciclo-Ruta network, TransMilenio's main stations are
provided with bicycle parking facilities.
In a referendum held on October 29, 2000, Mayor Peñalosa asked citizens
if
they wanted to hold a Car Free Day every first Thursday of February and
whether they wanted to prohibit all cars circulation at peak hours (6 AM
to
9 AM and 4:30 PM to 7:30 PM) by the year 2015. Both proposals were
approved,
which means that Bogotá is becoming the first Car Free City in the
world.
"Mayor Peñalosa's policies have positively affected my business; I have
increased sales as well as the mechanical service. People have become
passionate about bicycles; they buy accessories to repair or improve
their
bikes, sport clothes, helmets, gloves, and other accessories," said
Carlos
Torrado, the owner of Bici Ruta.
According to Torrado, who in addition to Trek, Gary Fischer, GT,
Schwinn,
and Bianchi carries his own line of "Torrado" bicycles, monthly sales
have
jumped 80%, to US$ 9,900 per month in one year
"It has become a trend for parents and their children who go together to
the
Ciclovia or the Bike Paths. I have seen cases in which the father buys a
bicycle for his son and then buys one for himself and another one for
his
wife, so they can enjoy bicycling together," continued Torrado.
Oscar Edmundo Diaz, who is currently employed at the Institute for
Transportation and Development Policy (ITDP), an international bike
advocacy
group based in New York City, gave a seminar to industry leaders at this
year's Interbike trade show. "This is a perfect example of how
pro-bicycle
policies and infrastructure can yield significant increases in sales for
the
bike industry," said Diaz. Mr. Diaz, before he came to ITDP, was Mayor
Peñalosa's Special Advisor on Foreign Affairs. "Now that I am at ITDP, I
am
working to convince other cities around the world adopt the same things
that
have worked so well in Bogotá."
The Bogotá model has been studied with interest by other Latin American
capital cities such as Lima, Quito, Santiago de Chile, Panama City and
Guatemala City.

Institute for Transportation & Development Policy
115 West 30th Street, Suite 1205
New York, NY 10001, USA
Tel. +1 212 629 8001, Fax +1 212 629 8033
Email: steely@igc.org
Web www.itdp.org

Enrique Peñalosa : Happy "war on cars"

I first read about this mayor and this city last year, but now that
another article has reappeared, here's the thought for the day...

***********************
The Mayor Who Wowed the World Urban Forum
http://thetyee.ca/Views/2006/06/23/Mayor/

Bogota's Enrique Peñalosa' happy 'war on cars.'

Published: June 23, 2006

If you think the problems facing the world's exploding cities are
insurmountable then you need to spend a few hours on a bike alongside
the former mayor of Bogota. That's how I spent Thursday afternoon, and
it left me with new hope for the global south, not to mention the
bloated 'burbs of Greater Vancouver.

Enrique Peñalosa presided over the transition of a city that the
world--and many residents--had given up on. Bogota had lost itself in
slums, chaos, violence, and traffic. During his three-year term,
Penalosa brought in initiatives that would seem impossible in most
cities, even here in the wealthy north. He built more than a hundred
nurseries for children. He built 50 new public schools and increased
enrolment by 34 percent. He built a network of libraries. He created a
highly-efficient, "bus highway" transit system. He built or
reconstructed hundreds of kilometers of sidewalks, more than 300
kilometres of bicycle paths, pedestrian streets, and more than 1,200
parks.

He did it all, in part, by declaring a war on private cars.

What makes us happy?

Peñalosa explained the philosophy behind this war--and Bogota's
transformation--earlier Thursday during a plenary lecture at the World
Urban Forum. He began with a sobering reminder to the mayors of
developing world cities:

"If you base progress on per capita income, then the developing world
will not catch up with rich countries for the next three or four
hundred years. The difference between our incomes is growing all the
time. So we can't define our progress in terms of income, because that
will guarantee our failure. We need to find another measure of
success."

The measure he came up with was shockingly simple. Happiness.

"And what are our needs for happiness?" he asked. "We need to walk,
just as birds need to fly. We need to be around other people. We need
beauty. We need contact with nature. And most of all, we need not to be
excluded. We need to feel some sort of equality."

Before you dismiss Peñalosa as some hemp-hatted revolutionary, remember
that this is a guy who titled his first book Capitalism: The Best
Option.

The problem in Bogota was that most people didn't have access to the
public space that is supposed to make such happy things happen. The
wealthy had turned city sidewalks into parking lots for cars. Public
parks had been fenced off, essentially privatized by neighbours. And
for years, the government had been blowing its budgets on highways and
road improvements, with the encouragement of Japan's international
development agency, which was apparently in the business of creating
new markets for Japan's carmakers. So while the wealthy in Bogota could
spend their weekends in country clubs or private gardens, the poor had
little but jammed streets and televisions to occupy their leisure time.
Peñalosa resolved to establish a balance.

Peñalosa's official War on Cars began when he ordered the sidewalks
cleared of cars. That triggered a movement to impeach
him--unsuccessful, since it was in fact illegal for people to park on
the sidewalks. He then launched a system which banned 40 percent of
vehicles from the roads during rush hour. Peñalosa convinced his city
council to raise the tax on gasoline, and used half the revenues to
fund a rapid bus system that now serves more than 500,000 citizens.

After Bogota's first wildly popular "Car-Free Day" in 2000, residents
voted in a referendum to make the event an annual affair. Most
powerfully, the city was transformed from a place of hopelessness to
one of civic pride.

Pedaling with the rock star of WUF

I've never seen a crowd of planners, politicians and sustainability
wonks go wild like they did after Peñalosa's address. The guy got a
standing ovation. Stuart Ramsey, a B.C. transportation engineer,
explained why.

"Bogota has demonstrated that it is possible to make dramatic change to
how we move around our cities in a very short timeframe," he said. "It's
simply a matter of choosing to do so. We could improve our air quality
and dramatically reduce our emissions anytime we want. It's easy to do.
For example, we can improve the capacity of our existing bus system
without adding a single bus. All it would take is a can of paint, and
you'd have dedicated bus lanes. It doesn't require huge amounts of
money. It simply requires a choice."

Peñalosa now advises cities around the world on how to make sense of
their own transportation systems. I tagged along with the former mayor
and his entourage of Colombian politicians and activists as they hit
Robson on a fleet of rented bikes. I observed the first rule of
Colombian cycling: never break a sweat. The second rule: establish a
critical mass of riders, and you don't really need to pay attention to
traffic lights.

Peñalosa explained that he is actually a fan of traffic. "First of all,
it's a sign that you have enough density to support transit. Second, it
is one of the best ways to get people out of their cars. Anywhere you
look in the world, when people use public transport, it's not because
of some high level of consciousness. It's because private driving is
restricted. What is the easiest way to restrict private cars? Traffic.
Just look at New York."

It occurred to me that traffic is experienced differently in Bogota and
Vancouver. In Bogota, it's the rich who sit alone behind the wheel in
their rush hour frustration, dreaming of more lanes. Here, I think it
is generally the middle class and working poor: they own cars, but have
to commute from the 'burbs because they can't afford to live in our
jewel-box downtown. Some might consider it only fair for the province
to build the Gateway Program's new bridge and highway lanes.

"Well, sometimes the solutions to our problems are not obvious,"
responded Peñalosa between licks of his ice cream cone. "We think that
traffic jams are going to be solved by building more roads. But that
has never worked, anywhere in the world. Building more roads will just
lead to more traffic jams."

A Vancouver connection

It would be nice if cities didn't have to wait until they were staring
into the abyss before changing course. But Peñalosa's Bogota proves
that change is not so much a matter of spending big money as it is a
matter of choice.

"Transport is the only urban problem that actually gets worse as you
get richer," he said. "It's only solved by changes in our behaviour.
And this is always a political issue."

What seems to have surprised Peñalosa is that his policies have been
lauded by international environmental groups as green activism for
their salubrious effects on local air, public health and greenhouse gas
emissions. But for him the idea of giving all citizens equal rights to
transportation, education and public spaces have always been matters of
social equity. What pleases him most is the notion that, at least on
Bogota's greenways, children are no longer terrified of being hit by
cars.

One more thing. Where did Peñalosa find the inspiration to transform
his city? Why, at Jericho Beach in 1976, where his father was the
secretary general of Habitat '76.

Friday, June 23, 2006

SEC: UNCLASSIFIED:-Divine! (No, not Miranda Devine.)


I went to the coles on Newmarket Rd (near Kelvin Grove Rd) and got a
takeaway coffee from the cafe out the front - the deli cafe that's not
Gloria Jeans. It was amazing coffee. I drank it while I was shopping. I
was going to take the lid off because it just looked so beautiful, with
perfect froth on which the chocolate powder sat really well. After I
finished at Coles, I went back to the cafe, to tell the barista that, "I
just had to come back to tell you that your coffee was just divine!" He
decided he loves me ;-) Anyway I don't remember the name of the cafe but
it's well worth a visit if you're near the area.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Race Report: Murarrie Crits, Cat 2 Div 2, 18 Jun 06

Ahhh, my first race back... it's been about ten months, I think. Maybe more. I decided to put my CA licence to good use and, despite feeling very scared about getting back in there after very little bunch riding, I decided to go for it.

I was determined not to sit too far back, because I knew my biggest danger would be losing confidence, slipping further back, and then suffering from the elastic band effect. To my dismay, people were freewheeling through the corners. Grrr. But to my joy there were no HIT girls, and the bunch seemed to be some good people.

I was sitting up the front, doing my turns and dropping back in to around 5th wheel so I could be up the front again soon. At one point I dropped back in behind the second rider because a bit of a gap had opened up. I had to work a bit to get in but grabbed the wheel of a junior. The leader finished his turn and then this junior kid was awesome. Next thing I'm getting yelled at to do a turn.

Just as I responded that I'd just done a turn and I was happy for the next guy to come thru, it dawned on me that I was part of a three man breakaway, so I apologised profusely for half a second before doing my turn and doing it hard. The bunch caught us before too long but I realised we had made them suffer. It was cool fun.

Around the prime, I sat up to watch the other riders. I haven't done any fast riding lately so I figured I'd just be getting in the way, and I wanted to see whether it would be contesting the final sprint. I decided it wasn't - there were some really good riders, and some wobbly ones who were still faster than me.

I worked my way further forward and had a chat to the other girl on a Learsport 8000 (also with lemon yellow tyres) who turned out to be a friend of a friend. A guy and a junior girl in Australia kit went off the front, and I was sitting in third wheel but I just let them go and only picked the pace up very marginally. Sure enough we caught them before I rolled... and that's probably the best tactical decision I've made.

I did more turns on the front and used them to sit up and have a bit of sports drink, which is slack but pretty damn funny, because no one wanted to come past. This may have been largely because I did it on the third straight, and just beyond the next corner there was a massive headwind. Abby came through and did a turn as well, and I was very impressed, although the look on his face was pretty funny. I think he saw me bludging and thought, "I can do that." Mostly I was enjoying playing with the peleton and seeing what would eventuate.

At one point I had a guy yell at me, "If you're not in our race get out of the fscking way!" I got really confused because the two people I had just dropped in behind were in my race - what was going on? So I just asked the accuser what cat he was in and he replied, "2.2" so I said, "Yeah dude, me too, they ran out of pink numbers so they gave me this one!" He apologised profusely, despite it having been a valid accusation - it's pretty rare for six girls to enter one race at Murarrie. It was such a nice bunch of people!

The headwind on the home straight was causing riders to flick outside for protection as they came through the corner. At one point, one of the riders ended up on the grass as a result - he was moving quickly because he had been coming up the outside when we all flicked out, and he'd just decided to aim for the grass. I dropped back and let him in front of me, commending his balance and the fact he didn't lose much speed.

The bell rang for our last three laps and I was nice and close to the front, so I did an easy turn when the time came and then dropped back in still close to the front. Somewhere on the second last lap, I ended up out the front. I flicked out to the side but no one came through. Given that I'd already decided there was no point in me contesting the sprint, I decided to make everyone hurt a bit more, and give the strong riders a good chance.

So with a lap and a quarter to go, I put in a massive effort and went off the front. A few seconds later the guys panicked and chased me down but tucked in behind, not wanting to do the work. So I worked harder. A line came up the outside but didn't overtake... we still had a quarter lap to go. Then I saw a girl leading a few riders up the middle and the race for the finish was on. My part as evil antagonist was over, so I sat up, and the poor sucker behind me swore and seemed pretty devastated as I think he had picked me for a lead out!

I rolled in to the finish last, not in the least bit concerned about not sprinting. My hammies had been feeling the higher workload and I wasn't wanting to injure myself first week back. I had an awesome time, tried new things and took it as a learning opportunity. I look forward to the next one, which won't be next week because I'm working all weekend... (though it's at Bulimba, so maybe I can get a couple of hours off...)

Meanwhile, Charlie visited the kids' jump park and got overambitious and ended up with five stitches in his chin! He was very brave though, and was back on his bike the same day. Maybe next time he will listen to his Daddy's advice... Though now I'm a little worried that the lollipop, Cars (the movie) foto-magazine, popcorn, and general pampering will reinforce his daredevil behaviour ;)

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Poo, poo on your head...

Urgh, I feel positively awful today. Steven did that thing where he resets his alarm for ten minutes, then another ten minutes, then half an hour, then ten minutes... In the end, we got up at the time I had set my backup alarm for. So if we'd used my alarm, we would've woken up twice - when we hoped to get up, and when we eventually did get up. Instead, I got woken up about five times in the last two hours, making them pretty much irrelevant as far as valuable sleep is concerned. He's lucky I love him or he'd be bashed to a pulp! Grrr, I am a sleep monster...

The Bureau of Meteorology insists the weather will be fine but to me it looks like rain. I'm thinking that, rather than ride to uni in the rain, when my legs are still a bit sleepy from their massage yesterday, I might catch the ferry in, and then run home. This will serve the double benefit of meaning I don't have to carry a backpack on the river ride tomorrow morning (if it's not raining too much for the river ride).

Last night I attempted to sort out my race program but I only got as far as copying the running races from the CoolRunning Calendar. I still need to cover mountain biking, road cycling, adventure racing, rogaining, orienteering, mountain bike orienteering... and so on. It could take me until next year to plan this year's racing!

The weather is looking worse now, and it's only been another couple of minutes!

My PhD progress report is due today. It's already done. I basically said that I hadn't made as much progress as I would've liked but that I'm very focussed now to finish, which is all true. My advisors were happy with that as well. I had to email my report to my associate advisors because Alexei is in Sydney and Andrew is in Spain this week, and Austria next week. Anyway I have a new covering sheet to put on it because Alexei managed to put an electronic signature on his, so I have to get James to sign that one.

What else has been happening?

I have ordered some new running shoes that I look forward to receiving. I realised that I miss circus training a bit. I am now water running/swimming two nights per week. I'm hoping this will help me in the lead up to that race for which I did not train...

On Monday morning, before Charlie went home, I pulled out my soprano saxophone for the first time in years. It was never a very nice instrument - it looks good but it's a bit poor for tuning so the player has to work really hard on intonation. Charlie loved and, and he wants an instrument. The tin whistle does not suffice, he wants a big one made of gold, like I've got! Once Steven was off with Charlie, I finished my progress report.

In the afternoon, I eventually got off my butt and Steven and I headed out to Whites Hill Reserve to check out the trails there. It's less than ten minutes from our place in the car (and about ten minutes by bike) so it's a much more local option for me than Mt Coot-tha. I felt rather like I did the first time I went exploring in Mt Coot-tha - I had no idea where these little bits of single track would take me - only this time we didn't have a map either. At one point we came across some dodgy young boys (who were polite enough, but had heavily laden backpacks) and I was extra grateful for Steve's company. Not that I can't take care of myself, and indeed I'd probably do better in a fight than he would, but just because with him around, it's less likely that trouble will start.

The weekend was spent first driving down to Grafton, teaching Charlie and Mary Had a Little Lamb and Bingo and various other stupid songs I knew from primary school. We made heaps of stops and by the time we got to Grafton it was already 1700h. I didn't bother contacting my local mate and his wife, Mick and Kate, even though I would've loved to have met their child. We went for dinner at the RSL where Charlie decided my lamb was better than his whiting. Fair call, as I thought so too.

Back at the room, we went to bed early and then planned to get up to watch the World Cup. Steven asked if I would mind if he went upstairs to watch it with "the boys". I was happy for him to go up if he took Charlie with him... oh wait, the point was to not wake Charlie up. I got really pissed at him for this, because I wanted to watch the game too, and I had already cancelled a hell of a lot of things I wanted to do so I could look after Charlie while he raced (including the Gold Coast 100km) as far as I was concerned, if he just wanted to "hang out with the boys" he should've damn well left Charlie with Beth, so he could've left me at home in Brisbane. He apologised but I was still pretty pissed off that he'd even asked.

On Sunday, Steve showed that he clearly had no idea what was going on with the race organisation. It was pretty funny but also annoying because I didn't know when I had to be ready. This would've been fine if it was just me, because I could just pack everything up and then sit and read a book. But Charlie needed entertaining as well. In the end I told Steve to stop waiting for the others, and just go and sort out his registration and come back, because otherwise we were going to run out of time.

While the race was on, I had a hot brew with Charlie, and then we played in the park, and then we went for a bike ride (him) and walk (me) into town. Once Charlie heard we were on Mary St, he wanted to find Mary and her little lamb. I resisted the urge to tell him that we'd eaten it for dinner last night - at what age did I find out that little fluffy lambs were the same thing I was eating? Anyway, I was hoping for a coffee but the only place that was open was a gallery, so I went back to the race area. We got pictures of everyone else finishing but not Steve, because he'd dropped off his team at 95km into a 100km race - because he'd done too much of the work too early. Still, better to have nothing left, than to finish and feel fresh! His team won, but another team protested the times, so then Steve's team got relegated.

Okay, well, I'm off to go do some work now. I still haven't decided ferry or bike... stupid weather. (BTW the title of this post comes from one of Charlie's songs.)

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Strange tale of the day...

http://www.shortnews.com/start.cfm?id=54989&rubrik1=Regional&rubrik2=United%20States&rubrik3=California&sort=1&start=1

Man Dies in Botched Suicide Attempt, Corpse Injures Cyclist
ShortNews.com - Regensburg,Germany

A California man is dead after an apparent suicide gone wrong. The
individual, whose name is not yet released, attempted to hang himself
from a bridge. However, upon his descent, the rope immediately broke and
he plunged 30 feet to a shallow riverbed.

The man, still conscious, then proceeded to slit his wrists. Once this
had been achieved, the distraught man quickly expired. Unfortunately,
the area in which the man landed proved to be a thoroughfare for
cyclists.

Sometime later, a cyclist, who was riding near the riverbed, unwittingly
collided with the corpse. The impact caused the man to fall off his
bike, where he received undetermined injuries.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

my bike

I dropped in to Balmoral Bike Shop and had a chat to Bob. (Hehehe nice illiteration.) Lovely old chap, thinks my new Malvern Star is the dream bike and it doesn't need too much work. He pointed out that it's older than me, and I said, "Yep, they don't make 'em like they used to."

After a bit of assessment Steven and I decided not to do it up ourselves (much) as some of it requires tools that will only be useful for that bike, not our others, which seems like a waste of money when Bob's going to give it a good going over for $20.

I walked around the shop, they have a toddler-size roadie with drops up on the counter, a Selle Italia saddle on it and everything (I guess it's just decoration, like the old-school trike in the window) - they have awesome kids bikes, and they even have an adult cargo trike, but it's out of my price range at $599. I wonder if I could talk him down to $449...

Lunch 101...

Last night Steven and I cooked fish and chips at home (oven cooked) and
to make it a bit healthier I cooked up some honeyed carrots, some green
beans and, finding some mushrooms, rocket and baby spinach in the fridge
that would need using before the trip to Grafton, and some other veges,
I made up a salad. I chopped up some pumpkin into nice small pieces that
would cook quickly in some oil in the pan, and when they just started to
soften, I added some mushroom, cut in half. I tossed these in with one
chopped tomato and the rocket and baby spinach. I should've added walnut
or something but forgot we had some. Then I made a dressing from oil,
vinegar, sugar and soy sauce and added that. It turned out really well.
I love making it up as I go along!

So today for lunch I had a big meal of leftovers - warm roast beef
sandwiches with red wine gravy and french mustard, chips, beans, honeyed
carrots, and a roast vege salad! Mmmmm delicious! No excuse now for me
to not go for a run this arvo.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Exciting trip home...

I rode into work yesterday, after having been very frustrated trying to
get accommodation for the Gold Coast Marathon (which I planned to do
ages ago but only just got around to). It threatened rain but left me
alone, and Banks St wasn't too much trouble this time because I was
expecting it. I did have to wonder if I was stupid for doing this ride
the day after a big gym session though! (I am stupid, but I was just
wondering if that was supporting evidence ;) )

So I got to work and took everyone for a cross country run, and CR
Truckie missed us but I couldn't wait because everyone was keen to go.
It's awesome that I'm getting such a huge turnout for these sessions -
it is compulsory but that doesn't mean people will show up (for some
reason). We didn't finish up until very late, as first we were left
standing around waiting for a VIP to show up, and then we had to go for
drinks (I had my third Coca Cola for the night) and by the time I got on
my bike it was past 2300h. Thankfully it wasn't too cold, so my
thermals, vest, armwarmers and gloves did the trick, and I didn't need
to stuff around with booties or legwarmers.

The trip home was uneventful, but for the stretch along Lytton Rd. I was
in the far left lane, and a sedan roared past in the far right lane at
about 100km/h (in a 60km/h zone). Another followed it a few seconds
later. Then came the police car, siren wailing and lights flashing.
The first car went straight through a red light ahead and the others
followed - but then they vanished around the corner and I saw nothing
more. There were no channel 7 camera cars following, or anything, so
you won't see me on TV in full lycra.

Today I went to the School of Health and Rehabilitation Sciences
Postgraduate Conference. The speakers were very good and I enjoyed all
the talks. I even managed to ask sensible questions in all of the talks
except for one where the girl ran overtime - but I had the questions
written on her feedback form, and her supervisor also asked me what I
had wanted to ask her. Morning tea was good, too - mini muffins,
scones, and coffee that, despite being drip filtered, didn't taste
awful. I went easy on the coffee though as it was my third cup and I'd
already had a cup of tea as well, in my travel mug (which came with me
to the ferry after I scrambled out of bed this morning for the early
start).

*Sigh* so much to do... so little sleep...

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Is this training?

I think I trained yesterday, though I can't say for sure - it's been such a long time! I've gotten a bit scared about the upcoming Gold Coast Marathon, mostly because I really don't much like road running these days. It's about a billion different championship events for me... well not quite, but I'm not just running in my age group this year, I'm also in the ADF Championships, the Northern Uni Championships, the Australian Uni Championships, the Queensland Marathon Championships and the Australian Marathon Championships. Interesting. All this for a single entry fee!

Now most people start training months in advance, but I've started this week. I'm such a lazy runner, and I've been doing less cycling lately, and my knee was niggling, so I just took it easy for a bit... next thing I knew, it's only a month to go! I figure I'll do my usual two hard weeks of training and just see how I go. I think I originally intended to take this race seriously, but now I'll just hope for a finish.

So I trained yesterday, I only ran for 90mins but it was all on gravel or grass, except for maybe half a kilometre, which is a pretty good effort. At the 1:20 mark I grabbed my backpack and headed for Guyatt Park to catch the ferry to the city, where I then ran to the gym and worked out for about an hour before meeting Steve for pizza. Yes, I firmly believe that pizza is healthy.

The weekend was awesome - I had to work on Saturday because we had a stocktake to conduct, but I got home in time to see Charlie ride without his training wheels. Now there is a speedwork session for me - trying to chase him around the park is seriously hard work. We had to teach him how to ride slowly as well, as I don't think his mum will be able to keep up, and his Nanny certainly won't.

Then we planned on training Sunday, but both felt a bit crap, so kicked a footy around at the park instead, and cleaned the apartment so it was respectable when my folks came over for dinner. They're off to the World Cup, via Hong Kong, this week. We cooked a roast, or should I say, I left Steven to cook the roast because he's a better cook than I am. Roast beef, yorkshire puddings, onions, parsnips, potatoes, sweet potato, pumpkin, and red wine gravy - yummo! Followed up with a cheeseboard featuring a vintage cheddar, a russet red cheddar, a havarti and a blue brie, with a huge variety of crackers (thanks to Arnott's for putting them all in the one box). With lovely wines and coffee, a good evening was had by all!

Okay, enough procrastinating, I'm back to work!

Friday, June 02, 2006

Did you see the sun rising?

Today's sunrise was gorgeous: the sun turned the rippled clouds into
pink waves crashing over the river. I was out riding my bike with
friends. We got a bit cold, but we did not get abused, and the ride
ended with plentiful "very big, very strong flat whites". Yes, I had
four shots of espresso with my breakfast - I am addicted. I'm still
buzzing from that. I think I need a thermos-bidon for my bike, because
the air-cooled water-bidon was just not doing it for me at all. Hot tea
would be much better. Anyway, the ride was great, and I was left with a
thought of how cool my friends are. Cool friends makes life good!