Just A Quick Ride Before Work…

“Oh piss off” I say as I turn my alarm off, and go back to sleep. Luckily ‘Night-before-me’ is smarter than ‘Morning-of-me’ and another alarm goes off two minutes later. It’s 4:30am. I turn it off quickly, trying to avoid getting sworn at by my wife. I wasn’t quick enough. This is just a normal day, with a quick ride before work…

Stumble down the hallway, and thank Night-before-me for making a triple espresso, and leaving it on the bench to have cold. I drink that whilst checking social media, and allow the caffeine to take effect.


All of my riding kit is sitting by the front door, waiting patiently. In the soft glow of my phone torch,  I put it on, trying desperately not to wake the kids. Goddam it can be so bloody cold in the mornings. I debate long and hard about how much kit is too much to be wearing. Too much, I’m too hot on the climbs. Too little, and bloody hell it will be cold to start off, not to mention descending. I don’t know why I debate it, I always take the ‘too much’ option. Being too hot, you can always unzip something. Too cold sucks, there’s almost nothing you can do.

Out the door, make sure I close it quietly. Lights on, Garmin on, swing a leg over the saddle, and off down the street. Even with the extra layer, it’s always bloody cold to start. I’m by myself, but when riding at 5am, I often find that company is harder to come by. I don’t mind.


If it’s a weekday, then it’s tradies that you see getting about at this hour. If it’s a weekend, then it’s taxis. Even then, there isn’t a lot of traffic, so riding the main road to get to the climb I want isn’t an issue. It’s dark as all hell, so there isn’t a lot to do, but stare at the circle of light in front of you, and turn your legs over, waiting to get warmer. A couple of traffic lights come and go, a couple of pot holes come and go., and then all of a sudden, I’m on the climb.

Everything changes now. I’m no longer thinking about the temperature, there are even fewer cars about. It’s still black, and I’m still staring at a circle of light on the road in front of me. But there is a hill to lean into now, and I love this shit. No hiding, no rolling through, no rest.

I know what’s coming, there’s a 20% ramp ahead, so I hold back and keep my legs cool.  Stay seated, turn your legs over steadily, don’t push yet. The road dips through a bend, and then rears up like a snake, ready to attack. Now is the time to drop all of your gears and stand, I have little choice. Shoulders relaxed, grip light, gently rocking the bike as I climb, the hill is steep, but I am strong.

Soon I reach the top, but that was just the warm up. Even a ramp that steep still isn’t the crux of my climb. I relax and recover across a flat section, ready for the big one. Another ramp of 20%, this time longer. The whole time I’m riding towards it, forcing my legs to turn quickly, holding nothing back, even though I know what I am about to face. I don’t shy away from the effort, no-one is here, I will win nothing, but I refuse to be afraid of the hill.

OMFG, how is this so steep? Click of the levers, but I’m already in bottom gear. Click again, just in case I somehow missed the bottom gear on the last two clicks. Nope. This is all I’ve got, stand up, lean into it, pedal. I can’t see the top, and start to believe there is no top. It’s dark, it’s cold, my lights show only a small patch of road, and I’m standing on the pedals, rocking the bike back and forth gently. My breath is the only noise I can hear, and it is getting fairly loud. Sweat pours off of my brow, and drips down the inside of my glasses. This hill is now my whole reality, pushing so hard, I can’t think of anything else other than the bitumen in front of me, the sweat dripping off of my face, my gasping breath, and the stem of my bike.
“This it. I live here now. This hill is the entirety of my life. I am one with the hill.”
Then I can see it, the top of the climb draws near. It’s right at the edge of my sight, but I can see it. There’s nothing left in the tank, I’m giving all I’ve got to give. It doesn’t seem to be getting any closer, but I know it is. Left….. Right….. Left….. Right. My cadence more closely resembles a track stand than actual progress. The finish is so close, why can’t this hell stop?

And I am there. The top. It feels like I’ve aged a decade as I blow hard to try to make gains on the oxygen debt I created. In reality it was a few minutes. There are a few rolling little pinches to go, but they are nothing in comparison, the back of the climb is broken. As if to reward my efforts, the sun starts to think about coming up too, and I can start to see further than my little circle of light.

The rolling hills come and go, little pinches, but I can get there. In the saddle sometimes, out of the saddle on others, but the worst is behind me, and soon I reach the crest to start the descent. It’s light enough to see now. My legs are recovered from the steep section, and I’m ready to fly. Point the nose down, and hit it as hard as I can. No let up through the turns, no brakes needed, push, push, push, get low and go fast. The descent is the reward for the efforts to make it to the top. The long, sweeping bends come and go, the conditions are perfect, and I fly down the hill.

There are other people starting to wake up and make their way up the climb now. I smile. It always makes you feel better to be the first one out on the ride. It’s so much more badass to know that you are killing yourself whilst everyone else is sleeping. Especially so when you are flying past them at blinding speed on your way down hill.
Back into traffic now, and it’s a lot heavier than when I started. No bother, it’s still downhill to home, so I race the cars between lights. A couple of turns through backstreets, and I am home. In the front door, and my kids are just waking up – it’s time to get them ready for school. This is just a normal day, with a quick ride before work…

This article was also published on The Sticky Bidon

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Exploring the mental side of endurance cycling challenges.

6 thoughts on “Just A Quick Ride Before Work…”

  1. Great read Dave. You might have just inspired me to get out and tackle a Barossa climb in darkness. My excuse has always been poor street lighting and road surfaces so I usually wait for first light.

    Reading this has made me rethink – the road to the bottom of Menglers isn’t too far/too bad, and once you’re going up, surface is not so critical.

    What lights do you run on the front?

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    1. I use a set of Ayups. There are better lights, but I can easily stack multiple units together, and they have separate batteries, so are great for night MTB events. I used to wait for light too, but realised I just wasn’t riding as much as I wanted to. ESPECIALLY in winter. Once I jumped that hurdle, and just started riding in the dark, it was easier to maintain the habit.


  2. My kids are a bit older than yours, but I still love early mornings. It’s still, quiet and just a nice time of day. Not so sure about the hills (but then, zooming along the beach is nice too).

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  3. Hi Dave. With two young kids under 5 myself & a full time job, I can completely relate to your story! However, mine inevitably wake up 5 minutes after I’ve left at 5am and then I’m in the almighty shit for the rest of the day! Thanks for posting your article. It’s good to know there’s others out there trying to find the work-life-family balance.

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