The 56th Grafton to Inverell cycle Classic - considered one of the toughest races on the Australian road race calendar.

Following my return to cycling in early December, I decided I needed a training goal. Not one to go small, I looked into the Grafton to Inverell cycle classic, scheduled for May 7th.

This is a race with a long history, in recent years women haven't been allowed to compete in the full event and have had a separate and much shorter race. However this all changed last year and women were allowed to enter the full 228km even which starts as sea level in Grafton before climbing up the dividing range (Gibraltar range) to a height of almost 1200m and continue over the New England tablelands to Inverell.

G2I race elevation profile

I knew I would be able to ride the distance, if I could get back to similar fitness as for 3Peaks Falls Creek. However racing this distance is different, and the course has a cut off time which means that you need to complete the race in 8.5 hours or you're forced to retire.

So I entered, and kept it pretty quiet initially. My training was mostly solo, others who were training for the event were racing A or B grade and while we were riding similar distances the average pace on their rides was too intimidating.

Nothing beats a perfect day up the Buff

I booked myself a training camp at Easter down in Bright, and thoroughly enjoyed 3 perfect days of riding in wonderful weather, building up to a massive day on the 3rd day with 190km up Hotham and Buffalo.

Tim came back from Seattle in early April and I dragged around a few training rides as well, mostly around the Brisbane area and back of the Gold Coast.

Tim enjoying the hills I found for him :-)

My last big training ride fell on a weekend I was working Saturday and on-call on Sunday. Supposed to be within 30 minutes of the hospital I decided to do a couple of loops from Brisbane and knocked out 221km down to Mt Tambourine then back and up the Goat Track up Mt Nebo. I did almost kill my training partner that ride, which gave me confidence I was riding well.

 Somehow race day came around all too fast, I was super nervous mainly because I felt that I hadn't trained enough in bunch rides. I knew I could ride the distance at my pace, I hadn't practiced the same distance being pushing to ride faster by a strong bunch. But, no more training time - it was race time.

Almost 90 entrants lined up for C-grade, 10 women all started. It was a perfect morning with fog lifting in time for our start and blue skies, sunshine and only very light winds as we rolled out of Grafton.

Staying well-positioned in a large bunch

The moment neutral ended a few boys went a bit silly, but after sitting at 45km/hr for a little will things calmed down – well somewhat. I found the bunch pace tough, too tough for my liking knowing what was to come. This was exactly what I had been scared about, but there was no way I wanted to ride to the base of Gibraltar range alone so I hurt, and stayed in the group.

A neutral pee-stop was welcome; the She-wee is now a not-so-secret weapon as I lined up with the boys on the side of the road while the other girls disappeared into the bushes.

I think the early pace hurt most of the girls

The last 10km to Gibraltar was definitely hurt locker for me, I think we averaged 35km/hr for that 70km and I was really looking forward to the climb as I was planning to ride my own pace.I was pretty happy with my riding though, I was generally well positioned within the bunch, only drifting towards the back once we neared the base of the climb.

As soon as we hit the climb I was a fair way back, but no panicking as I set my tempo and rode within my limits. Slowly but surely people came back to me and we formed a bunch, I did a lot of the pace setting up the climb which took us an hour in total.

tapping out the pace with my grupetto up Gibraltar

Some old hands in our bunch (including one bloke who doing it for the 23^rd time!!!) called the shots – important to stay together, ride a pace that everyone can manage because we need each other with another 140km or so to go.

Unfortunately not many people in our bunch were pulling turns, one other girl in the group tried unsuccessfully to organize people but perhaps some blokes were just hurting too much.

Having only practiced musette feed the day before in a Grafton side-street, I was pleased to seamlessly get my bag from feeder who had made the trip from Newcastle just for the race. The home made bars that were road tested at training camp were all I ate, I had two gels in total and an emergency Clif bar in my pocket for the whole race but preferred the home made ones.

Rolling through a feed zone

Unfortunately the first 70km had done some damage to my legs and those inner thigh cramps that I have only ever had in the Highland Fling (116km mtb) made a brief showing when I tried to put in a it more power up a climb. I was super aware of this for the rest of the race, and held back a little on climbs rather than put myself into spasms.

The second feed was a smooth as the first, but multiple riders in my group missed or dropped bags in one or other feed, so there was some bar exchanging and bottle sharing happening until they could pick up some supplies.

The Grupetto at the finish

We started to catch some stragglers from bunches in front and thankfully some of these guys were happy to work as I was hurting. Not that I stopped pulling turns though, we just had too many sitting on for the ride.

Just 5km from the finish there is a hill, nothing steep but I knew my limits and cramp niggles would play a part and I had to let the bunch go. In doing so I gave up 4^th place and settled for 5^th, but to finish in 7.5 hours and 5^th female overall was beyond my expectations.

I do still exist - blog resurrection

Well, there has been deafening silence on here for a while .... time for that to change.

So much to catch up since the last post about the Highland Fling, first of all 3 Peak Falls Creek.

In February 2015 I finally got to do this event, having been entered the previous year but then sidelined due to surgeries on my arm. It was a fantastic event  and I smashed my sub-10 hour goal with a 9.5 hour time.

The post-event low that followed however wasn't pretty, two weeks after 3 Peaks was the Mont24, where we once again took out mixed 4s - and that was pretty much the last time I rode for a few months.

Balcony Road

With a trip to the European climbs on the cards I needed to get fit, so I entered my first 3-day stage race as motivation and slowly dragged myself back to some level of fitness for Battle on the Border at the end of May 2015. I was still a fair way of peak fitness but it was s fun introduction to female road racing and I finished mid-pack in B grade women.

July and August saw us head to Europe - I can't possibly describe it all here, but it was the most amazing riding experience. The Italian and French Alps following by the Dolomites .... heaven on a bike.

A few highlights included conquering all three routes up Mont Ventoux in a single day, but it's so hard to single out highlights in a holiday which included riding fantastically beautiful climbs in a region which respects cyclists and has spectacular scenery food and coffee.

Stelvio

Then again - the post trip low and getting fat and unfit because it was so uninspiring to ride back in Australia after that. Especially when you come back onto evening shift, and bogans throw beer cans (full) at you on the way home... just because. Oh and the fact that paediatric patients generously share all their viruses with you.

So other another post event/holiday low and one which probably extended well beyond cycling. Looking back I would have say I was struggling with a period of depression, and there wasn't much of life I was enjoying.

The lack of exercise and upwards trending weight definitely was compounding the issue, I tend to be all or nothing - if I am training well, I eat well, feel well and am happy. When one thing goes downwards, so do they all - lack of exercise is combined with overeating, and eating the wrong foods. I have never been seriously overweight but I can easily gain 10% of my body weight in a short period of time, let's just say despite it being a European riding holiday I put on a whole kilo a week thanks to the croissants, pizza, pasta and gelato. 

Then an interstate move came onto the horizon, and energy was diverted into organising a November move to Brisbane. More time off the bike, fairly high stress levels and add to that the fact that Tim's new role in Brisbane involved an initial 9-month secondment to Seattle, USA.

So I arrived in Brisbane fat and unfit, but the move was the catalyst which got me back on the bike. It wasn't pretty, it's demoralising coming back from a long period off the bike. Luckily the start aligned and we found the University of QLD cycle club. Although the first group ride of just 60km practically killed my unfit legs.

Not long after joining I got offered a place on Women's team being put together, and that motivation combined with new and beautiful rides around the Brisbane area finally saw me start to get back to something resembling fitness.

Morning session up Mt Nebo are beautiful