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The dust has settled…
November 19, 2014, 6:26 pm
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…at least I thought it had, until a fireman asked for a selfie with me yesterday. In front of his colleagues and mine.

Apart from that though, things have been getting back to normal after 5 or so weeks of doing very little exercise, relaxing and gaining some weight. The WEMBO 24 hour race in Fort William back in October took a lot out of everyone who took part and I’m no different so the rest was well-earned and welcomed.

24 hour race pits need to be equipped for everything

24 hour race pits need to be equipped for everything

To bring my winter excesses to an abrupt halt I’ve entered the Strathpuffer as a one-geared soloist again – I’ve just checked the calendar and it’s only 8-and-a-bit weeks away so it’s a good job I’ve been back at the coal face for the past few days. I’m doing my usual “training that’s loosely based on a plan but it’s the middle of winter so I’m allowed to mess about a bit” prep for the Strathpuffer but it normally ends up ok. I’ve been running regularly for the past couple of weeks too – it’s not much use in 24 hour racing but it makes a change and hopefully keeps cycling boredom at bay, a big problem for me when the dark nights and mornings arrive.

In between now and the massive drive to the Highlands then is a hard few weeks of hard training, getting my legs (and back and abs) back into singlespeeding and big rides – I bet the Pennine Bridleway is quiet at this time of year, I really should try a long Audax, I might get chance to have another look for my helmet light that I lost at Penmachno 12 months ago and the North West Cyclocross scene has no doubt been missing me ;-)

tough, good brakes, green bar tape. Ready for the hard (and wet) miles...

tough, good brakes, green bar tape. Ready for the hard (and wet) miles…

Other news? I picked up a lovely sponsorship deal with Craft clothing a couple of weeks ago after I wore their kit in The Tandem On The Telly. I’m chuffed and I’m very grateful for their support as it’s brilliant stuff and it’s all arrived in the nick of time to keep me warm and dry in crappy weather.

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Gratuitous logo-muddy leg-doorstep shot

 



Speed with Guy Martin – AKA Two world records in a weekend
October 26, 2014, 10:11 pm
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Back in August 2014, the result of six months of training, research, development, planning and a lot of laughing took place on an empty racetrack in West Sussex. I had the privilege to be involved in a world record attempt that was going to be the basis of one episode of Guy Martin’s second series of ‘Speed’ to be screened later in the year. Now that it’s actually made it to everyone’s screens I can tell everyone about it….

“Now mate. Got a job fer yer.”

“Oh?”

“Yeh. Another one of them record attempts. On a tandem. They wanted me to do it wi some famous cyclist but I said I don’t wanna do it wi anyone but a 24 hour man so I said you were that man”

“24 hours on a tandem? Ok then, when?”

“It’s a recumbent tandem. Like cycling in widescreen matey boy says. You ‘avin it?”

“Yep, let’s have a natter in a bit. “

“Are you winning?”

“Yep”

“Good man. Legend. I told em you were the right man fer’t job. They’ll give you a shout and ask you to do some filming. Just be Jason Miles and you’ll be reet.”

“Keep it going Guy, I think you’re third, closing on second….”

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And that’s how it started. I’d just ridden past Guy around the halfway point in the Strathpuffer 24 back in January, at that point in time someone I’d been riding bikes with and had been trading training tips with for a couple of years-and-a-bit. He went on to finish second, just a few minutes behind me. Guy Martin’s solo 24 results were steadily improving so if we were going to tackle something big, we were indeed the right men fer’t job.

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photo: Channel 4 Television/ Guy Martin Speed

“The job” was an attempt on the absolute world record for the furthest distance travelled on a tandem in 24 hours. It had stood for the best part of 30 years at 503 miles so it wasn’t going to be easy.

Eventually, I received a call from Tom, a member of the production team at North One Television. We did some filming at my place of work and in the woods nearby, with me riding a bike. So far so good. It was fun.

What followed over the course of the next 5 or so months were several hugely enjoyable days working with Guy and the North One team on the programme which involved lots of “hard work” riding various recumbent bicycles, staying in posh hotels, being chauffeur-driven back to work, meeting amazing people such as Mike Burrows, Rebecca Romero, James Cracknell and the team at Portsmouth University. Sleeping in the back of Guy’s van while we hurtled down the M4 to a shoot after getting back from a bike race 5 hours earlier. Being taught how to cook rice and omelettes in Guy’s kitchen by Nigel from Team Sky. Being baked alive while thrashing ourselves on turbo trainers in an extreme environments lab at Portsmouth University. Having to tear back up the motorway from Portsmouth to catch a ferry in Birkenhead. Training for the attempt with a single-seat recumbent on a set of rollers and on a track at Preston University. Getting some sleep before the attempt in Jethro Tull’s tour bus.

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Channel 4 Television/ Guy Martin Speed

Everything is filmed in a single take. Without wanting to sound corny, it honestly was “just two blokes having a bit of a laugh and being plonked into slightly-mad situations while there just so happens to be a camera in the room”.

There’s no going over things repeatedly to get things just right – genuinely what you see on the screen is the natural way things happened. None of it was forced, staged or contrived.

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Channel 4 Television/ Guy Martin Speed

I hope the finished programme conveys fully the fact that for me, it’s been incredible fun. I’ve had a chance to do things I would never otherwise have done and I’ve worked with some of the most brilliant, enthusiastic and professional people I’ve ever met. I enjoyed every single moment of it. Honestly, it’s been that good.

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Channel 4 Television/ Guy Martin Speed

As for the record attempt, we went to Goodwood all straight-faced and in spite of high winds, rain and cold we beat it convincingly (but then by now you probably already know that). Not only did we beat the 24 hour record but we did the 12 hour record on the way, which has apparently never been done before in any 24 hour distance record attempt. If it wasn’t for the arrival of a storm front we’d have been good for another 100 or so miles, but it would have been nowhere near as interesting.

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Channel 4 Television/ Guy Martin Speed

The official record can be seen here.

You can watch the programme (which saves me the job of blogging about what happened) here

And thanks to Jim, I was able to borrow the Garmin and upload it to Strava :)

Finally, thanks to everyone at JMC IT for putting up with me disappearing off for days on end, to North One TV for being ace and for making it all happen, to all the experts, designers, boffins and science people who were involved in the making of the programme, to Guy Martin for being a top lad, for teaching me all about turbo charging, ignition and E85 fuel while we drove up and down the country in the Transit and for providing industrial-sized amounts of inspiration, to my long-suffering family for supporting me and putting up with me disappearing off for days on end and everyone who cheered us on at Goodwood.

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photo: Channel 4 Television/ Guy Martin Speed 



World Solo 24 Hour Championship 2014
October 15, 2014, 3:35 pm
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I ran out of cunning plans by the time I reached lap 6. Everything I ate made me feel more ill. Every increase in effort resulted in a bit more speed but a lot more stomach cramp. To cap it all, every lap seemed to contain at least one bike-related problem. Up to this point, I had to deal with my rear quick release failing and my wheel literally falling off on lap one (dropping me back to 50th place or something). The chain on my second bike kept coming off (which has never happened before on this bike) and I was having seatpost slippage issues. Rather than my ambition for another slick, smooth and perfectly-executed 24 hour race this was rapidly turning into a farce. While I’m acutely aware that I wasn’t the only one to be unlucky with mechanicals, my worst problems weren’t bike-related at all, the biggest worries were inside me.

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On the morning of the race I felt rough. Hoped that it was just nerves and cracked on with getting the pit ready. Generally all feelings of nerves disappear once I’m on the start line and I can start having a laugh. Sure enough, I felt better on the start line but as soon we got going and the effort kicked in, so did the illness.

Eventually I’m riding laps with half a toilet roll in my back pocket and occasionally I’d have to ride off the course, find a bush and use it. Things were not supposed to be like this.

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paaarp! oops. excuse me

When I was actually on the bike and having a go at ‘racing’ I spent several hours working my way back up from 50-somethigth place back to 17th, then 15th, then I rode with Rich Rothwell for a while and as a pacy pair we worked our way back into the top ten. Things started to look more optimistic and my guts had appeared to calm down after 14 or so hours of rebellion. It had left me pretty dehydrated though and the effort I’d put in to pull back 40-odd places was taking its toll. Deb, Phil and Lee were all working flat-out in the pit to keep my bikes rolling and to deal with my increasingly narrow and specific food requirements.

Up to 5th place. If the race ended now, I’d be happy with that under the circumstances. But even that wasn’t to be. An alarmingly-fresh Richard Dunnett, who I’d overtaken 13 hours ago, tore past me at the start of my final lap, riding from 7th place into 3rd and pushing me down into 6th in the process.

In my mind I was always thinking that “somewhere in the top ten” would be a good result in this race, when you look at the amount of experience and talent on the start line and it was genuinely a proud moment to stand up there among some of the greats of  UK 24 hour solo racing. But still. You know what I mean.

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I was just glad I’d made it to the finish and by the time I was riding down that final descent a few hours earlier, I was already thinking about the next race. The day after, as if to prove I hadn’t been making it all up, our kids, all of our friends’ kids and Phil were all suffering from ‘Fort Billy Belly’. Sorry guys.

Thanks, as ever, to Debbie, my mum and dad, Phil and Lee for putting up with my bad smells and grumbling. Thanks to all the well-wishers and cheerers-on. Thanks to all my amazing sponsors who’ve made this year the best yet and finally thanks to Spook, Fraser, the amazing marshals and everyone involved in No Fuss Events and WEMBO for pulling together what turned out to be the toughest and most epic 24 hour solo race I’ve ever had the privilege to be a part of.



An eventful Ruthin MTB Marathon weekend
September 22, 2014, 6:11 pm
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In spite of being in North Wales, the Ruthin MTB Marathon weekend is perhaps the nearest thing to a local endurance event residents of the North West of England have. It was such a noveltly in fact, that it wasn’t too much hassle dragging the caravan and my whole family over there for a fun weekend.

The format was a night time ‘marathon’ – the Exposure Lights Big Night Out. Not really a marathon at 25 miles, but a LOT of climbing and the first 25 mile ride for a long time that had me reaching for the compression tights when I got to the finish. It was also a rather eventful evening. More of that later.

The main event was Sunday’s civilised, 10am start, 75K ‘proper’ marathon ride. Not a race, but probably a race in the heads of many of those on the start line.

The sun had been shining, we were in the middle of an Indian summer – it was going to be great.

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The night time event started with a couple of hundred people on the line (after Tom from Exposure Lights saved my bacon with a rear light loan – cheers!), including me and Phil and after a mad dash through Ruthin, the ‘event’ seemed to very much turn into a ‘race’ in the biggest cloud of dust I’ve ever experienced. Trying not to breathe in, Phil and I attempted to jump towards the front. Shortly afterwards we were hanging out in a small group of four, all hurtling towards the summit of the first long climb, all trying to prevent Ant White from disappearing into the distance.

We were doing ok. Well, the other guys were. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.

Ant had a little gap but everyone was staying in touch. On reflection, I assume everyone felt the same and were going as fast as they could and it’s sometimes surprising how far you can push yourself when there are people around you all trying to hurt each other….but I was glad when the terrain levelled off a bit and I could get in the big ring for a bit.

We rode up and down for a while. As these things do. We were pulling a gap on the riders behind us and our average speed was staying high and on the unfriendly side of social….

A big, long downhill eventually arrived and I could pack my lungs back into my chest.  Phil, riding a bit faster on the descent than I was, momentarily disappeared from view. Then he reappeared…but he wasn’t moving. He’d found a patch of gravel, lost his front wheel and landed, shoulder-first, at about 25 mph. “I’ve broken it” he said. “naaah you can’t have done” was my glib reply. “carry on” Phil said. We were on a Welsh hillside, alone for the time being, in the dark and god-knows how far from the next marshal point, one of us with a suspected bone fracture. I was going nowhere.

Eventually the second pack of riders appeared and I asked 24 hour racing friend, Matt Jones, to tell the next marshal that we had a casualty. I also asked Nick Craig to do the same thing a minute or so later just in case Matt forgot ;)

Getting a bit cold by now, me and the Walking Wounded started to walk down the hill. Eventually Phil was bundled into the back of a Land Rover and was taken to hospital. At least that’s where they said they were taking him. I didn’t know for certain but I didn’t check. I’m not his dad ;-)

So, off I went. Down from top 4 to somewhere-near-the-back but it was ok. At least I wasn’t broken. I got past a few riders and finished in 13th place.

But where was Phil? In Wrexham hospital until 3am, that’s where. I managed to get some sleep until the wounded soldier rang me and I went to pick him up, conciliatory bag of sandwiches and pork pie to cheer him up.

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Sunday’s marathon was fairly quiet in comparison (thankfully!). I decided to ride it on the “bit heavier with loads of suspension travel and big tyres but it’s ok cos it’s mega” Singletrack long-term test bike. A few grand’s worth of rock-smashing, saddle-dropping awesomeness, 75K of hills and 3 hours sleep. The bike’s not bad at climbing, but no whippet. I rode with Matt for a while, thought a lot about Phil’s shoulder whenever I rode downhill, I even stopped at a feed station because they had those little jelly babies. I eventually rolled over the line in 9th position – never underestimate the value of caffeine gels, kids.

What I was left with were memories of a brilliant day out with some amazing hills and top-drawer organisation. After a few years away from the marathon series, I’ll be returning to do more of them next year.

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MyProtein Whey Protein Plus
September 5, 2014, 3:45 pm
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I get through tons of protein – eggs, chicken, raw flesh (ok maybe not that) but after a ride I find that the best way to start the all-important recovery process is to get a protein shake down my neck.

I’ve ‘experienced’ most brands of protein shake that are available in the UK. I say ‘experienced’ as many of them are just that – not just a drink that might taste of chocolate or banana, but a whole rollercoaster of unpleasant shocks to the tastebuds and later on, shocks to my loved ones and work colleagues. Yep, I’m talking about farts. Anyone that’s serious about training and recovery would have encountered protein drinks at some stage and will be well aware of some of the unpleasant side effects that some brands can cause.

Some are worse than others. Some brands of protein shake produce more gas in a single day than the average farm animal could produce in a month. Some taste so horrible that you’re more likely to plough into the Rich Tea biscuits instead.

There are even protein drinks available that just don’t work very well. This might have something to do with the specific requirements of an individual’s body and loads of other factors such as how hard you’re training or even much sleep you’re getting, but I have used protein products that simply don’t seem to help you recover as well as others.

Admittedly, there are protein shakes that don’t taste horrid, seem to work really well and don’t cause cataclysmic farting and those are the brands that I use.

I’ve got a new favourite. Genuinely. It’s dead good. It’s called MyProtein Whey Protein Plus. My mate Matt reckons it’s good too and he rides his bike LOADS, so if we’re both saying it’s good stuff, it’s good stuff. Got it?

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Admittedly I didn’t pay for this batch (honestly is the best policy) – I received it from ProBikeKit, but now that I’ve almost used it all I’ve ordered some more with my own money and.

 

The chocolate flavour tastes chocolatey. I don’t have any problems recovering from hard rides. It doesn’t make be flatulent (no more flatulent than normal anyway). You can get it other flavours and it’s not dead expensive. Try it and thank me later.

Click here to buy some and read more

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