For the past two weeks I’ve been in New England, racing first in the National Championships in Rumford, ME; now training in Vermont before some more races in Maine. Then next week I’ll be on to the Midwest for some SuperTours. But first…
Following my last races in Rossland, B.C. in late December I was able to spend a great Christmas holiday with Alison and my family at home. As it happened I developed a bit of a cold that week so it was just as well that I had some time to rest and recover. A few sizable dinners later I was feeling pretty good. Then I woke up in the middle of the night and vomited. That wasn’t so good. I spent then next few days recovering from THAT before I was able to get in a solid intensity session a scant two days prior to taking off for Maine.
The travel day across our fair nation was pleasantly uneventful; Alison drove me to Wenatchee where I caught an evening flight to Seattle and spent the night after a fitful meal of chipped beef at the airport Denny’s. Delightful. The next morning I stepped onto a 5:30am flight to Phoenix, then on to Boston. When I arrived at Logan I picked up my bags (both of them – huzzah!) and went to sit in wait for the Thrifty rental courtesy shuttle. They were running slow that night and when I finally got on board I got to sit and listen to a preponderance of other travelers who took it upon themselves to lambaste the driver for their unpleasant wait. City folk.
All was redeemed when the Thrifty lady at the counter liked the fact that I had the same birthday as her boyfriend, and gave me a free full-size upgrade. Crown Victoria, baby. It’s amazing; you could store at least three grown bodies in that trunk. I settled for a huge duffel bag and $100 worth of Trader Joe’s food. Three hours of driving and a few Bon Jovi sing-a-longs later, I was at Coos Canyon Cabins outside of Mexico, Maine. Home for the next week and a half.