Day One....

... in the bank!

The first day of my super secret training camp has come and gone. I think you guys need to guess where I am... and if I've told you... don't cheat! (Sarry) Hints? Its hot. It's dry. I'm training with an elite age grouper that hammered a 9:40 at the Ironman World Championships last year... can you guess?

Today? Big hilly mutha f'in BIKE! We climbed 5,200 feet over a 4 hour period. Yeah. Can you imagine the twigs doin that? I certainly couldn't... until I was back at the car! I am POOPED! I have never, ever, EVER ridden ANYTHING remotely close to what I did today... and I suffered. There were points throughout the day where I really wondered what the frick I was doing out there! I mean seriously... what's the point right? Then, in the middle of all that negativity, I realized that my mind was trying to convince my body that I'd had enough... my mind was pussin out! It actually made me laugh out loud when that thought occurred to me... so... I kept pedalling... because that's what we do. We don't stop b/c our mind tells us to. That's the beauty of this sport... opening mental doors that haven't been opened to see what's inside. LOVE IT! I also love that I gained a HUGE amount of cycling fitness today!

OH! I crashed too! LOL! We crested a hill and were cruising on a brief flat... I went off into la la land and basically tipped over! Bah ha HA! Yeah... funny stuff! Minor road-rash, no damage to the bike... only a very slightly bruised ego.

Tomorrow? Another long ride with some race-ish pace effort thrown in the middle followed by a tempo-ish run, and then 2,800 meters in dah pool.... WHOO WHOOOOOOO!

Breathe...