It's been 3 days since I left the sun and cacti of Tucson, AZ. It feels like a week more more. Reality has bitten a little harder than I anticipated it would. I think I had begun to stagnate in my snowbound state, and after I melted it off in Tucson, returning to it has been a shock. I've been a little sad this week, but I am coming out of it as I watch the snow melt outside, and the sun reappear from behind the clouds.
I am not going to go too much into the details of camp (that would take days), other than to say it was an experience that has changed my outlook on training. I spent 4 days swimming, biking, running, and basically being a sponge for all the information the experts dished out. Jaime and his Laughing Dog team made sure I had nothing to worry about other than making it to the next workout and getting enough food and sleep; no dishes to clean, kids to shuttle, money to make. Like being a pro, except no couch surfing or pressure to win a race to put dinner on the table.
And, if you missed it, I turned 40 over the weekend. Jaime and the other campers made it an amazing birthday, starting with a beautiful 9-mile run in Sabino Canyon. I ditched swimming to relax by the pool, and generally just did what I wanted all day. We made up the lost calories with a yummy Mexican dinner/margaritas/candle-topped flan. The evening ended with us being kicked out of the hot tub, margaritas and disembodied pinata head in hand.
I made some great new friends in Tucson, and reconnected with old. I encountered my limit on Mount Lemmon and pushed past it. I bonded with my roomies--a birthday buddy and a grad-school bound young'n--and rediscovered my love of breakfast sandwiches. I learned that I am no longer willing to settle for "good enough." I discovered that, at 40, I am just getting started.
(I need to give a shout out to my coach, Mike, without whom I couldn't have battled that beast of a hill on the bike, or churned out 9 miles on the run!)