At the OTC
The season starts. From Albuquerque, I flew to San Diego for a National Team
Camp at the OTC. Karen Kurreck and some young ones are here: Casandra,
Elizabeth, Megan, Brandi. And some track people, mostly guys. We all go out
at about 9AM for a ride. Other than that, we eat at the cafeteria, very well
stocked with food and hang out in the dorm rooms.
My roommate is Brandi, an
excellent espoir-age triathlete who has also been at National Team camps for
each of the three individual sports. She spends most of her time on line
talking with friends. She hangs with Megan, who started doing touring with
her Dad and brother at age 8 or something like that. She is now 18 and
racing. I met her at Worlds in Italy last year.
Today, Megan and I were at the gym here and saw the craziest thing. One of
the athletes hung from a chinning bar, lifted his feet to his head and then
started rocking his feet back and forth all the way to 90 degrees in both
directions (east and west, if his head were north) -- as if he were a
windshield wiper. If this doesn't sound crazy to you, try just the lifting
feet to head part.
I love coming to the OTCs. For one, I am no longer the one eating dinner
earliest. Everyone eats by 6PM. Second, there's all these great athletes
around doing crazy stuff. The gym room is always a trip.
This afternoon some of the riders went to watch the softball team do their
stuff against the Canadians. Those women can play softball. No joke. The
Canadians, who are good, looked like a grade school team. The USA women were
so smooth and in tune, using minimal effort to make the plays.
Tomorrow I fly to San Francisco for the Charles Schwab Training Camp. Our
first race will be McClane Pacific, mid-February.