I'm a bit behind on blogging. A week ago, I got home from "camp." Now by camp, I don't mean campfires and tents. We ride bikes. We eat. We nap. We eat. We ride bikes. We eat. We sleep. It's fantastic.
This year we had winter camp at the Olympic Training Center in Chula Vista (near San Diego). It was COLD!
The first day we had early morning blood tests. I survived. I turned on some Little Big Town and let them take their vials of blood. That afternoon, I was the very last member of the team to do the ramp test. I'm not a fan of trainers. But my bike was hooked up to the trainer and every three minutes, the tension was increased by 25 watts, until failure. I made it far longer than I expected. I lasted a minute and some change at 225 watts. And that's where pleasantly surprising myself ended.
The next day we did the flat time trial (Otay Lakes). I ended the time trial last, even though I started second. That became a trend. On the third day, we did the infamous Honey Springs time trial:
I flatted about .5 miles from the top. Thus marked as DNF (did not finish). But, that happens. I felt terrible after every time trial. But when I sat down with my power files, it wasn't that horrible. I'll keep that in mind.
I spent the week with "the baby" group. Some day I might get to play with the big kids, but first I just need to learn to ride my bike without killing anyone! We rode 3-4 hours every day. It was exhausting trying to keep up. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that as a female and one of the more disabled athletes at camp, I'm working harder than most just to keep up in warm up. It was a stark reminder of how much I have to learn and how far I have to go.
We do get to eat good food! That we don't have to cook!
I think they should let us out on the BMX track.
This year is going to prove to be exciting. The door is open, I just have to work hard and push through. Stay tuned...