Only four days until our next adventure (that's Peta and me posing in a Maori village in New Zealand last year).We're going to Alicante, Spain, for a week+ of training at Marcel Wust's cycling camp. Really looking forward to escaping the arctic freeze that's gripping NYC (and much of the northeastern corner of the country).
The trip marks a lot of firsts for us. We've never traveled by plane with our bikes before. We've borrowed cargo crates from two very generous friends of ours. I'll post any lessons-learned from the process of disassembling/boxing up our bikes. Anyone flown their bikes on American Airlines before? Are they in any way accommodating? We're figuring to have to pay about $80, each bike, each way, for the privilege.
Neither of us has ever done a training camp before. Luckily this one has three rides per day, of varying length and difficulty, so hopefully we'll be able to keep up with at least ONE of the groups. I'd been getting in lots of good training with all those warm weekend days we saw in January. But lately I've been limited to spin classes, stair climber sessions, and the weight room. We'll see what happens . . .
Finally, for me, it'll be my first visit to Spain. Peta's an old pro, but I've never been. The only other European countries I've yet visited are England, France, Switzerland, and Czech Republic. After Spain, Italy and Belgium will hopefully be next on the list.
Okay, back to lunch. More soon.
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