Short post today.
There is no Internet here. GAH. WTF do I do. I am so disconected. AHAHHAHAHHHHH!
Ok. Got that out of my system. I am borowing some Internet from Julia Garntett right now. This borrowing may continue throughout the week. Thanks for keeping me wired Julia.
Penticton is right deadly. On Saturday we did a 3 hr spin to get the plane off the legs. We started a half hour too early and got hammered with hail. After returning to base camp and load in the dryer we went out to continue our ride.
Today, Chris, Mike, Sean and I went to Easter Mass in the morning. We were out riding our bikes by noon. We rode with Team Sask and had a chance to meet some of the upcomming juniors. Chris and I like to give them a hard time, but all in good fun they're good kids.
I have been taking a number of pictures, but since I am borowing a computer right now I will not be posting pics until I can resolve my internet issues. So lookforward to some pics comming later in the week.
If the weather is good tomorrow then I can look forward to a good long ride.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
SuPer Best Ever Weight Loss Program of All Time
As some of you are aware I got a little fat when I was home 2 weeks ago. I was home for the weekend and in 3 days I gained about 14 lbs. As impressive as this sounds, it was not desired. This was frustrating to say the least. When you desire to be a lean bicycle engine finding out that you are overweight is quite mentally taxing.
But, LO. In less than 2 weeks I have lost 10lbs. What is my secret? I will tell you, and it is so obvious that I could not possibly charge for it. Although donations will be accepted : )
Now I reveal the super weight loss strategy. There is no starving yourself, or skipping meals. There is not even a restriction on your diet. Eat anything you want. The Key is to ride your bike between 20 and 30 hours per week. It is that simple. Just ride your bike everyday, that`s it YO!
So all of you out there looking to lose some winter weight. Just get on your bike and ride!
Tomorrow I fly to penticton for the Team Saskatchewan Training Camp. I am looking to put in some big days, on some big mountains. This will all add up to a big week to cap of the Base building for the year. I am very excited for this camp. I look forward to riding with all the good ol` boys from Saskatchewan.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
But, LO. In less than 2 weeks I have lost 10lbs. What is my secret? I will tell you, and it is so obvious that I could not possibly charge for it. Although donations will be accepted : )
Now I reveal the super weight loss strategy. There is no starving yourself, or skipping meals. There is not even a restriction on your diet. Eat anything you want. The Key is to ride your bike between 20 and 30 hours per week. It is that simple. Just ride your bike everyday, that`s it YO!
So all of you out there looking to lose some winter weight. Just get on your bike and ride!
Tomorrow I fly to penticton for the Team Saskatchewan Training Camp. I am looking to put in some big days, on some big mountains. This will all add up to a big week to cap of the Base building for the year. I am very excited for this camp. I look forward to riding with all the good ol` boys from Saskatchewan.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
Monday, March 29, 2010
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
The Good.
Today I was looking to go for a long ride, but the weatherman was calling for lots of rain. Fortunately just after breakfast the sky was clearing. I set out to ride and chased a patch of clear sky. This was good. I followed the clear sky patch into the Langley area.
The Bad.
In Fort Langley I got a flat. LAME. I reached into my pocket pulled out my spare tube. I reached into my pocket and could not find my pump, which I left at home. This was bad. Fortunately there is a bicycle shop in Fort Langley and they let me use a pump. My ride was saved for now.
The Ugly.
Today I had dead legs, and poor energy. I had followed my clear patch into south Langley, but I was fading. I was feeling the bonk. Not good and I decided to turn for home. I turned around and saw that to the North it was night time. Not really but there was a wall of black clouds occasionally bursting with light. I had little choice, and dove into the storm. I got soaked right down to the small intestines. To add insult to misery, shortly after getting home the sun poked out again.
Consolation goodness.
I got new kicks!
CHECK IT!
Diadora pro Racer
As I like to call them, Diadora Super Carbon's.
Cha-Bling. SO light!
I will have these bad boys dialed by the end of the week.
I have been rocking Triathlon shoes for the last two years so I am super stoked on new shoes. Just ask Scott, I dove after these when he pulled them out for me.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Well I sort of finished.
WOW is that ever a depressing title. I guess it reflects the theme of the day.
I raced another spring series race today. The course was 18 laps for 125km with some undulations but no big hills. This course was much more to my characteristics, however I was unable to capitalize. It seems today was the opposite of yesterday. Yesterday, I was over dressed, over-heating and I did not drink enough. Today, It was raining, I was cold, and I had to pee from the get go.
I was well motivated until we began staging in the pouring rain. Then the motivation took a nose dive. The energy levels were not what they were yesterday. Never the less I tried to ride actively. The difference between riding actively versus riding aggressively results in missing out on the decisive breakaways. There were several missed opportunities for which I knew I should be there but was not. Thus I remained in the bunch, and the highlight of my race became the point when the pace slowed enough that I could take a nature break.
With three laps to go the commissars informed us that we would be getting lapped by the breakaway, and that after being lapped they would be pulling us from the race. Sure enough in the next lap we were overtaken by the breakaway. Knowing that this was our last lap Cyrus and I sprinted for the finish line. I won : )
So I had an unsuccessful weekend of racing. It is difficult mentally, I suppose I pressure myself. I am focused on the later months. For now I will be capping of the base in the next two weeks.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
I raced another spring series race today. The course was 18 laps for 125km with some undulations but no big hills. This course was much more to my characteristics, however I was unable to capitalize. It seems today was the opposite of yesterday. Yesterday, I was over dressed, over-heating and I did not drink enough. Today, It was raining, I was cold, and I had to pee from the get go.
I was well motivated until we began staging in the pouring rain. Then the motivation took a nose dive. The energy levels were not what they were yesterday. Never the less I tried to ride actively. The difference between riding actively versus riding aggressively results in missing out on the decisive breakaways. There were several missed opportunities for which I knew I should be there but was not. Thus I remained in the bunch, and the highlight of my race became the point when the pace slowed enough that I could take a nature break.
With three laps to go the commissars informed us that we would be getting lapped by the breakaway, and that after being lapped they would be pulling us from the race. Sure enough in the next lap we were overtaken by the breakaway. Knowing that this was our last lap Cyrus and I sprinted for the finish line. I won : )
So I had an unsuccessful weekend of racing. It is difficult mentally, I suppose I pressure myself. I am focused on the later months. For now I will be capping of the base in the next two weeks.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
Saturday, March 27, 2010
I am a mushroom clowd
Today I raced spring series. Atomic Course. 130km, 13 laps, 3 climbs per lap And like the ghosts of the Manhattan project I have radiation sickness.
Bottom line, I rode aggressive and it didn't work out. On the first lap a well represented break of 5 or 6 developed, yet all the big names were still in the main field. The breakaway was not allowed much lead. I knew it would not be long before some bridge attempts would escalate the speed again. I was right and a couple laps later riders began to attack for the chase.
Lap 4 went like this. The breakaway group is in site not to far up the road. Jockey for position before the corner. Descend. Hard pace up the climb. I will need good positioning. False flat/crosswind across the plateau. The field is strung out. Descend. There are gaps forming. This is it, this is the time. Hard right. Hill. Hit it. This is it going for the bridge. So far I have done everything right.
But,
I have baggage. Cyrus (total restoration), and two Garneau riders. Both teams are represented in the breakaway, so I will receive no help. That`s ok. I am closing fast. Top of climb. closing. Descend. closing. On the finishing climb. Within 50 yards. Cyrus attacks. I jump after him. Garneau is gone. Cyrus is pulling away. NO. no. I can`t hold the acceleration. I watch as Cyrus catches the group, and I am totally out of NOS. I crest the hill and I am losing ground on the breakaway.
I Time Trial for 3 laps before the main pack catches me up. Enter survival mode for 3 more laps before the core goes critical, and then blam I am blown on the same climb that I attacked on. Nothing remains of me except a reading on a Geiger counter.
So, what do I have to say about the race today. The instincts were good. The legs and the suffer need to go up. Cyrus did exactly what I would have done, and have done. The result was obviously disappointing, it is hard mentally. A blow to the confidence. I will have to work on some speed, and maybe drink more.
Tomorrow we will race again. The racing is good, much better than intervals.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Bottom line, I rode aggressive and it didn't work out. On the first lap a well represented break of 5 or 6 developed, yet all the big names were still in the main field. The breakaway was not allowed much lead. I knew it would not be long before some bridge attempts would escalate the speed again. I was right and a couple laps later riders began to attack for the chase.
Lap 4 went like this. The breakaway group is in site not to far up the road. Jockey for position before the corner. Descend. Hard pace up the climb. I will need good positioning. False flat/crosswind across the plateau. The field is strung out. Descend. There are gaps forming. This is it, this is the time. Hard right. Hill. Hit it. This is it going for the bridge. So far I have done everything right.
But,
I have baggage. Cyrus (total restoration), and two Garneau riders. Both teams are represented in the breakaway, so I will receive no help. That`s ok. I am closing fast. Top of climb. closing. Descend. closing. On the finishing climb. Within 50 yards. Cyrus attacks. I jump after him. Garneau is gone. Cyrus is pulling away. NO. no. I can`t hold the acceleration. I watch as Cyrus catches the group, and I am totally out of NOS. I crest the hill and I am losing ground on the breakaway.
I Time Trial for 3 laps before the main pack catches me up. Enter survival mode for 3 more laps before the core goes critical, and then blam I am blown on the same climb that I attacked on. Nothing remains of me except a reading on a Geiger counter.
So, what do I have to say about the race today. The instincts were good. The legs and the suffer need to go up. Cyrus did exactly what I would have done, and have done. The result was obviously disappointing, it is hard mentally. A blow to the confidence. I will have to work on some speed, and maybe drink more.
Tomorrow we will race again. The racing is good, much better than intervals.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
Monday, March 22, 2010
Just Visiting
It is a strange feeling to be a visitor in your home town. It dawned on me the other day. I have visited many cities, but I have never visited Saskatoon. Yet, it is impossibly true. I flew home on Thursday, stayed for the weekend, and I fly back to Vancouver tomorrow morning. I am in the city where I was born and raised, but...
I am just visiting.
...
Crazy.
What a visit it was. It was fantastic to see my family and friends. Lots of chill times this weekend. I am inspired by the support that everyone is giving me. I am truly grateful to have good friends. I hope to see many of you sooner rather than later. If you are ever in the GVA drop me a line.
The central focus of the weekend was my interview with the U of S collage of medicine. This is the second year that I have applied to the collage and been granted an interview. I cannot say that it was anymore comfortable, but I knew what I was getting myself into. It is difficult to asses how one did in the interview. I had no disaster, and I felt that I always had something to put forward. These are good sensations, and I can only hope that I was able to stand out amongst the other applicants.
Before this trip I had been building some large fatigue. My bikes stayed in port moody, training took a back seat, and an official rest week was declared. The rest was great, I have recovered well. The rest was too long. I have become fat and restless. I am eager to get back and start training again. I am very motivated. I am ready to put in more miles and get stronger with every revolution of the cranks. I am currently looking forward to the Team Saskatchewan Camp in penticton BC. This will be the first year that I am able to attend this camp and I am very excited.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
I am just visiting.
...
Crazy.
What a visit it was. It was fantastic to see my family and friends. Lots of chill times this weekend. I am inspired by the support that everyone is giving me. I am truly grateful to have good friends. I hope to see many of you sooner rather than later. If you are ever in the GVA drop me a line.
The central focus of the weekend was my interview with the U of S collage of medicine. This is the second year that I have applied to the collage and been granted an interview. I cannot say that it was anymore comfortable, but I knew what I was getting myself into. It is difficult to asses how one did in the interview. I had no disaster, and I felt that I always had something to put forward. These are good sensations, and I can only hope that I was able to stand out amongst the other applicants.
Before this trip I had been building some large fatigue. My bikes stayed in port moody, training took a back seat, and an official rest week was declared. The rest was great, I have recovered well. The rest was too long. I have become fat and restless. I am eager to get back and start training again. I am very motivated. I am ready to put in more miles and get stronger with every revolution of the cranks. I am currently looking forward to the Team Saskatchewan Camp in penticton BC. This will be the first year that I am able to attend this camp and I am very excited.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Jet Setting
Today, I hopped on a plane and I am back in Saskatoon. Tuesday I fly back to Vancouver.
It aint nuthin.
I jet set back home for a ballin weekend of recovery, with a little bit of business. The business side is purpose for this little outing. This is the weekend of my interview with the U of S college of medicine. Ballin, is to be an excellent side effect to jetting across the country. I will have a chance to see friends and family and take in some major chillaxin.
Now the tale of my journey. In pictographic form.
It aint nuthin.
I jet set back home for a ballin weekend of recovery, with a little bit of business. The business side is purpose for this little outing. This is the weekend of my interview with the U of S college of medicine. Ballin, is to be an excellent side effect to jetting across the country. I will have a chance to see friends and family and take in some major chillaxin.
Now the tale of my journey. In pictographic form.
My day started at 530am with a bowl of porridge.
Out the door and its pitch black.
Short Bus. In time and stature.
Long Bus, Long ride.
All aboard. The driver of the bus says move on back.
Luxury interior.
Subway, transit in the morning. Lunch later on.
Sky Train. Not airborne but getting closer.
The air bus awaits. West Jet setting in.
Saskatoon Shines! No rain!
Home at last. Self shot Yo.
Home for the weekend. Time for some epic R&R. Lets hang out, gimme a call.
Training shall be based solely on feel,
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
while racing shall be guided by sensations and instinct.
Cuylar Conly
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