Training Camp: day 2
Talk about an ass whoopin! I was beat by 7 minutes in a sprint tri this morning by Chris Lieto. I've been working on the swim and run over the winter. Based off of my results in this short race, I am getting slower. I wasn't too concerned with my performance before the race, but I always like going fast. As usual, I felt like I was able to push myself on the bike. I spent the whole swim swimming hard, just not fast. I should have focused on my form instead of how I was getting lapped by both Chris's - Lieto and Sinkovich from 2XU. I passed some fast looking guys while I was on the bike. On the run, the wheels came off. And, to add insult to injury, I ran off course twice. Some poor girl followed me off course on the first blunder. Sorry.
After hanging around for the awards, I went to lunch at a Italian resuraunt called Oregano's. I was in the company of some very fast girls from Phoenix and a couple of guys who raced, as well. Food just seems to taste better after a hard workout. I had some artichoke lasagne that was delicious.
I went back to the hotel, showered, and headed out for a 3 hour ride. I kept the intensity very low; I still have a long week ahead. I changed the route while I was riding, but didn't think about being able to find water. After a few fretful miles without any water. I saw a sign that said "ice cold drinks" and had an arrow pointing down a side road. I made the turn and didn't see any store. I flagged down a slow moving car containing two old Mexican ladies. They were sweet as could be and told me it was a couple of miles down that dirt road. I was a little worried about adding a couple more miles to my trip, sans water, without the guarantee of finding some fluid. I told them that that might be a little far, but they told me "It's not too far, but were not on bikes." They laughed pretty good at that and I was off down the dirt road. Entering the store, I saw no one. There was an old mechanical cash register and behind it was a tiny version of Church Lady from Saturday Night Live. She couldn't have been any more out of place. Espcially, since the store was in a trailer park full of about 30 Mexican kids. While I was filling up my bottles outside and savoring the find of this awesome little shop, this kid rides up on an old go-kart and starts making some awesome donuts on the dirt road. He handled that thing with expertise and he was only 10 years old.
The rest of the ride home was nice and uneventul, save the odd rouge cow staring me down from the about 2 feet from the road.
