Fat Men Can't Climb

There is a hill near me Called Frocester Hill that runs about 1 1/4 miles in length at an average gradient of about 10%. Nothing too extreme but over the years I have timed myself up it when bored as a very unscientific measurement of my state of fitness.

The last time that I had tried this was about 2 years ago when I was 20lbs lighter. I thought I would have a bash at it yesterday because I couldn't be bothered to do a long ride and well to be honest I was curious. Recently the miles have been piling up so I dared to think that maybe, just maybe I was in olympic form. Unsurprisingly this is clearly not the case.

I managed to climb the hill in 10mins 50 sec at an av heart rate of 165. My previous record was 8mins 30 at an average heart rate of 164. So compared to me I was slow but to really put this in perspective on the climb of Mont Ventoux, a similar gradient but about 10 times longer, the top riders in the world average about 14mph. I am averaging about 7mph. Fat boys can't climb.

Here is my attempt.

The Wonder of Tractors

I rode into work again a few times this past week. It is helping with piling on the miles but the return journey can be somewhat of a bore. Usually into a head wind and just wanting to be in bed I struggle to get my heart rate up and plod along at an average of 14mph or so. On the flat on a road bike.

Sometimes there is a treat on the journey, something to motivate me and get my heart pumping and the speed up. It could be music, another cyclist, the local time trial on my route or one of many things. I especially like overtaking spotty teenagers on their 50cc mopeds. The treat on my journey home yesterday was a stinky tractor flicking mud in my face. I had just crested a gentle rise and was struggling to push the pedals around, just grinding slowly along at about 15mph when this muck spattered machine came rumbling past. I was instantly out of the saddle and sprinting to get a slipstream tow from it. What an amazing difference it makes! For the next few miles I averaged 25mph and it felt so easy. I had to keep backing off so I didn't roll into the back of the tractor. I wonder if we could persuade someone to drive one all the way down in the jogle. Reckon we could do it in half the time then. It is a little bit dangerous though (incase PC Regie is reading) because you can't see what is in front of the tractor and if he hit the brakes..... ouch. At that time of the morning though I am willing to take the risk to get me home.

If you feel nerdy all the stats of that particular ride are here