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Andrews Long Ride

  • WEEK EIGHT & A HALF

      16 August 2018
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    Didn’t plan on this.

    Whizzing along beside a line of stationary traffic – smiling inwardly. A jogger cutting between cars. Full brakes … no traction … hit the road!

    Bike is in repair shop – bruises look spectacular – nothing that won’t fix – except my timetable.

    Now time has taken on a terrible new persona. I’m writing this from Brisbane, on a business trip, and by the time I get back home and pick up the bike, there’ll only be three days left for riding. Three days to do 151 km … no pressure.

    Wish me luck, give me a boost, tell your friends.

    Thanks again for all your support.

    PS: the show “Valerie” is getting some terrific reviews.

    PPS: remember you can also follow my Long Ride on Instagram, Twitter or Facebook.

    Andrew K

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  • WEEK EIGHT - IT'S GETTING A LITTLE CRAZY

      8 August 2018
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    As a really quirky long ride last Sunday, I rode “Valerie” (Crescent) to “Edinburgh” (Street). If you don’t get the significance of this, you haven’t been paying attention – go back and read the other entries!

    It was raining on and off, and it took me 4 hours because of the hills and the distance, but it still felt good. And I passed 1,200km this morning.

    I’ve been riding so much now that it’s almost a way of life. I’ve noticed a few interesting things.

    • If I take more than 2 days off it feels like forever;

    • My speed keeps creeping up, even though I don’t notice this while pedalling – I’ve set personal records on some segments that I’ve ridden over 100 times in the last 5 years;

    • My legs feel like iron (pity about the rest).

    While I lie in bed at night with sore hips and knees (the curse of being in my 60s), the worse thing is the worry about my schedule. It’s not like I’m just swanning about covering miles each day – this whole project had to be part of ordinary life, which for me is full, full, full. So, considerations like “can’t ride because of an early morning teleconference”, or “because I have to catch a flight”, or “because I’m in a foreign city”, are a real thing. And that can get annoying.

    On the plus side, I still really enjoy being out on the bike. Early mornings around Auckland can be truly beautiful. For those that don’t know, Auckland is a small city, by global standards, straddling very intricate harbours from both east and west coasts, and dotted with cone-shaped, volcanic hills. Everywhere is green because it rains and it’s mild.

    With 200km to go, I’m focusing intently on the end now. I’ve got to weave my way through some business trips over the final weeks, around New Zealand and Australia. That means I’ll have to ride when I can, come rain or shine, but that doesn’t faze me anymore.

    I’m starting to plan a finishing ride up the Royal Mile in Edinburgh – just have to find a bike?

    And then it’s done.

    Oh, and by the way, if you’ve read this far you’re probably the type who’d like to know the back-story of the show, in which case just click here. You might also like more pictures with your words, in which case follow my ride on Instagram or Twitter or Facebook.

    Thanks so much for pushing me to push those pedals round just a few thousand more times.

    If you know others that would like to help this very worthy cause, please direct them to the project.

    This will be a massive boost to mental health.

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  • WEEK FIVE - THE DOLDRUMS

      25 July 2018
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    There’s a place in the ocean, near to the Equator, where the wind doesn’t blow. It was named The Doldrums by early sailors, who avoided it because their boats could get stuck there for days.

    I seem to be in the cycling equivalent.

    It’s not that I’ve stopped riding, it’s just that the tail-wind, the push, is lacking. Getting out of bed in the cold of dawn like this morning, is just hard, even though the scenery is beautiful. I’ve had “lead-legs” a couple of times, when every pedal push feels heavy instead of powerful. I missed last week’s blog because I’ve been tired most evenings.

    I know, intellectually, that I’ve probably depleted my muscle energy stores. I’m burning up energy each day and not eating enough to replenish it.

    I know, intellectually, that I need to adjust my appetite. My weight’s going down even though, as most of you know, I never have carried much fat. And I am eating more, so much more, than I used to. But it feels ridiculous and greedy and selfish.

    I know, intellectually, that it’ll pass, that I’ll go into another ‘pumped’ phase when I get things back in balance, and I’ll likely be a little bit fitter and faster then. But that doesn’t stop it for today.

    Depression presumably acts in the same way.

    You guys have helped me get this far. Every cent you put into my miles has helped me to help mental health; to get “Valerie” to the Edinburgh Fringe.

    If you know someone else who’d “get” this story, send them this page as a link.

    Meanwhile, I might just go back to bed, and be a little gentle on myself. You guys can do the work today. 😊

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  • WEEK THREE

      15 July 2018
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    OK, so what’s with the weather. Sure, I said Auckland has mild winters, but really! Rain, wind and general unpleasantness every time I look out the window. How can I be sick of this already? And I’m behind schedule!

    You know I’m a numbers nerd, right? Well 70 days divided by the length of New Zealand = 19.9 kilometres or 12.4 miles per day. A doddle I hear you say!?

    But if you don’t keep going, the distance just sits there, looking at you all judgemental. And then it gets joined by a friend the next day and another the day after, until there’s a crowd deafening you with their silent disapproval.

    And then you bust your gut, and go do it, and the very next morning there’s another one staring at you in the drizzly pre-dawn darkness.

    But darkness is what this is all about. Pushing myself to help keep the darkness at bay.

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  • WEEK TWO

      15 July 2018
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    No matter how hard I push it, lycra just will not lie. It shows everything with a candid honesty not used in modern social media.

    I’ve been a MAMIL – Middle-Aged Man in Lycra – for quite a while. I guess I’m close to becoming an OMIL.

    Now that I’m in my 60s, the raw material of muscle just isn’t there anymore. At best I’m a “skinny old cyclist”. And when I clump, clump, clump into the café on my cleated shoes, people don’t smile; they lean in over their lattes and hope I don’t sit too close.

    That’s why MAMILs stick together – “bunch-riding” it’s called. And they’re noisy bunches and clumpy bunches because half of them are going deaf, and the wind still rings in their ears anyway.

    Margot, my wife, talks of “growing old [dis]gracefully”. There’s some attraction in that.

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  • WEEK ONE

      15 July 2018
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    Geez I’m stiff and sore!

    It seems my mind lied to my body about how easy this was going to be. And maybe, just maybe, I hadn’t been doing enough exercise in the lead up to this crazy challenge.

    Pedal pushing uses special muscles of its own. Ever followed a good cyclist along the road? Their calves are like anatomy models – you can see every bulging muscle and stringy tendon, and even the veins.

    Well mine aren’t like that. They ache, especially when I go up and down the stairs in our apartment. And my quads do too.

    And let’s not begin to think about saddle-soreness – the bane of long distance cyclists. You know, in the Tour de France, when they stand up in the pedals as they crest the mountain pass. Weaving through the crowds. Well for me, that position is just to relieve the pain in my butt.

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  • DAY ONE

      10 July 2018
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    Remember the first days of the school year – clean pages and promise stretching out ahead so far you can only see vaguely where it might go. Well that’s me, Day 1 on the bike. 1,393 kilometres or 866 miles of road ahead, with joys and perils aplenty.

    Pity it’s mid-winter. Even though we have a mild winter in Auckland, it’s still the cold, wet, windy season. Rain on my goggles, grit in the chain.

    But, as Mao Zedong said, the longest march begins with a single step. So here goes.

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