Well what sort of Lessons Practitioner would I be If I didn’t include some of report on my lessons learned from the IPWR. There are some general observations and a review of my equipment. If you have arrived here without reading the full story, I can recommend you do so first, otherwise it is a bit like watching the credits to a movie, without watching...
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The pressure in the race was now really ramping up. The climbs to come would be killers. It is hard to believe in hindsight it was only five days, five days of pain and probably five of the hardest days of my life. Day 13 Geelong to North Yallourn The day started well, I made good progress into Melbourne although getting on out Geelong on...
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Up until now racing had been quite relaxed, if you can call 300kms a day relaxed. The course was flat and navigation had not been an issue, let’s face it, for most of the race so far there had only been one road to follow. The tempo of the race was increasing, through Port Augusta and Adelaide I had leapt a number of riders and...
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It is fair to say, by day 6 we had reached a new normal in our lives. Bodies and mindsets were adapting to life on the road. Day 6 – Mundrabilla to Nullarbor Roadhouse I got off to an early start, sneaking out the room so as not to disturb the others. In the process, I forgot my toothbrush which had lived in my jersey...
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If I had to sum up the IPWR, it was an extraordinary challenge, not just physically but mentally as well. In some respects the physical aspects are the easy bit. It’s the mental challenge, during the race you encounter such a range of emotions and to keep yourself moving when it is just so easy to pull the pin is the real challenge. It’s also...
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