
"California was an interesting camp, good old sod’s law reared its head again as for the 6 days we’d be staying there the worst storm in 5 years hit!
This meant 1 day of fine weather riding, 1 day of wet weather riding and 4 days of my beloved turbo training ensued! Needless to say I cracked again on the last day!
Otherwise it was a good camp, was good to meet back up with the team, plus a few new faces and talking seriously about the year ahead - I’m pretty excited about it!!
Next stop was Boulder Colorado, my hometown for the season.
The first thing that hit me was the cold fresh air - at 5,430ft at altitude small hills became mountains and mountains were unrideable because of snow!
I prayed for a bedroom on the ground floor as a flight of stairs would leave me breathless, but it wasn’t to be! The team house is nice - Reed who is one of the team sauigneurs (carer) has sorted and kitted it out - the man is a legend!
I did have a few teething problems, setting up a bank account was easy but the bank managed to spell my name wrong which wasn’t ideal and buying a mobile phone was nothing short of a nightmare!
Basically it would’ve been easier to buy a gun than a phone but it’s done and I’m now the proud owner of a Blackberry and a fine dent in my new bank account!
On a more serious note I did come down with a bout of altitude sickness. After a reasonable steady 3 hour ride into the hills I came back feeling like I’d finished a Tour de France!
I spent the afternoon in bed yet it wasn’t until that evening when I got up to make dinner it hit me - it felt like I was mildly suffocating on thin air as well as being nauseous and vomiting! Mum phoned the hospital to see if it could be Haemophilia related and Reed bought me some energy/electrolyte drinks round to get me re-hydrated as I’d dropped 3kgs in 12 hours!!
The hospital said it wasn’t related but I should have factor 8 due to possible stomach tears from vomiting. I took the following day off then gently eased myself back into training, keeping my routes very flat.
Otherwise I’m pretty well settled into the house and the city is nice, everywhere is very spaced out and I described it as feeling agoraphobic to my Mum and she seemed amused that I didn’t like all this space!"
This meant 1 day of fine weather riding, 1 day of wet weather riding and 4 days of my beloved turbo training ensued! Needless to say I cracked again on the last day!
Otherwise it was a good camp, was good to meet back up with the team, plus a few new faces and talking seriously about the year ahead - I’m pretty excited about it!!
Next stop was Boulder Colorado, my hometown for the season.
The first thing that hit me was the cold fresh air - at 5,430ft at altitude small hills became mountains and mountains were unrideable because of snow!
I prayed for a bedroom on the ground floor as a flight of stairs would leave me breathless, but it wasn’t to be! The team house is nice - Reed who is one of the team sauigneurs (carer) has sorted and kitted it out - the man is a legend!
I did have a few teething problems, setting up a bank account was easy but the bank managed to spell my name wrong which wasn’t ideal and buying a mobile phone was nothing short of a nightmare!
Basically it would’ve been easier to buy a gun than a phone but it’s done and I’m now the proud owner of a Blackberry and a fine dent in my new bank account!
On a more serious note I did come down with a bout of altitude sickness. After a reasonable steady 3 hour ride into the hills I came back feeling like I’d finished a Tour de France!
I spent the afternoon in bed yet it wasn’t until that evening when I got up to make dinner it hit me - it felt like I was mildly suffocating on thin air as well as being nauseous and vomiting! Mum phoned the hospital to see if it could be Haemophilia related and Reed bought me some energy/electrolyte drinks round to get me re-hydrated as I’d dropped 3kgs in 12 hours!!
The hospital said it wasn’t related but I should have factor 8 due to possible stomach tears from vomiting. I took the following day off then gently eased myself back into training, keeping my routes very flat.
Otherwise I’m pretty well settled into the house and the city is nice, everywhere is very spaced out and I described it as feeling agoraphobic to my Mum and she seemed amused that I didn’t like all this space!"




