cycling at stupid o’clock

August 14, 2015

cyclistI was lucky enough to have a post-ride chat with my coach today. I got into road cycling about ten months ago but only started taking it seriously when I upgraded to a carbon bike. I’ve accomplished a lot of firsts lately – my first 130 km ride a few weeks ago, an imperial century on Wednesday (161 km), and all going well, my first ride up Mt Mee on Sunday.

I ride with some amazing people and they come from all walks of life – teachers, scientists, IT guru’s, nurses, lawyers and the list goes on. They are a super bunch of ladies and men who are all really supportive and encouraging. Added to this mix is our amazing coach, Pete. Think of me like a sponge – I soak up every bit of advice people give me, especially him. He’s taught me technique and is turning me into a faster & stronger cyclist. He never overburdens me with too much information. Often it’s a simple “you need to change XYZ when you are going up a hill” or “I want you to start concentrating on doing ABC when you are out by yourself.”

And I am learning that cycling is as much of a mental challenge as a physical one. Like when my head tells me I can’t keep up or get up that hill, I just tell myself to shut up and get up that f*£$%n hill … and I do.

But the highlight of this morning’s ride was when one of Pete’s friends tells him “gosh those ladies ride well”and he responds with “yip, those are my girls”.

Feeling really blessed today 🙂

hacker zero, me one

May 9, 2015

One up for the computer nerd here this evening.

My friend told me today her daughter had been hacked and had not had any emails since 28 April. She gave me her log in details and I told her I would have a look.

The naughty person from Kabul who had hacked her account had set up an auto-forward so any new emails were forwarded to a new bogus email account. They then sent out a “plea for money” email and then deleted her contacts list.  The daughter then worked out she had been hacked, changed her password and the notification was then sent to the bogus email account. With a simple “this was not me” notification to Yahoo, they then had control.

So I reversed all this out, changed the password ( try and guess it this time naughty Kabul hacker person!), and hopefully she is good to go.

Will check again tomorrow just to be sure.




good times, good friends

April 4, 2015

There are some days when you sit back and think I’m blessed to have some good people on my life and you never know what lies beyond that corner.

I got into cycling about 18 months ago and get out two to three times a week. After being gathered up by Brisbane Chicks Who Ride Bikes a few weeks ago, I have found an awesome group of supportive ladies who ride. Encouragement, support, and advice are all common-place.

Then I reach out and my friend’s husband volunteers to take me out yesterday. He didn’t think he taught me anything but I picked up a number of hints and tips. All these things will help me become a better rider, keep up with the pack, and get me up them hills with minimal pain.