The travel season has begun. I flew to Toronto from Thailand, pretty smoothly. Just like my race distance has increased from a couple hour events to all day long races, so has my travelling it seems. I used to think 3 or 4 hour flights were long, and an 8 hour flight was crazy. Now I have a plan for those 10 and 11 hour flights- break it down into smaller pieces. Read during take off, watch a movie,go for a walk, have a snack, go for a walk. watch a movie till I get sleepy, sleep, go for a walk, read some more, another snack, and eventually the plane will arrive at its destination. And it helps that when I am travelling from a training camp it is the most rest I will get in months.
I spent less than 36 hours at home before heading out to St Croix for a half ironman. I had been to the island before, and knew the heat camp in Krabi would be perfect prep for this race. It is a challening, fun course, and it helps that it has some of the best homestays of any race I have ever been to. I arrived in St Croix Thursday, and by the next day came down with some kind of stomach bug. I think I slept two days straight, and my amazing homestays the Rowleys,’ were incredibly kind and patient. They must have been wondering if I would manage to stay awake long enough to make it through race day.
Race morning I had my usual queasy stomach. I was hoping it was due to the usual pre race nerves, but after the gun went off, a few hundered meters into the swim I realized it was not nerves, just a very unhappy stomach. By half way I was throwing up, not even able to think about going fast, just trying to move forward and make it to shore, and looking for a kayak to get into to. Of course then I started to consider just how sick I would feel bopping up and down on the ocean waves in a kayak, and abandoned that idea. I now have a whole new respect for those that really dread the swim, it was the longest, most nauseating half hour of my swim career. Yikes. That was the end of my race day, with a queasy stomach, unable to keep anything down the half ironman just did not seem very realistic.
Back on the plane to Toronto, and then later that week Chris and I started our road trip to North Carolina. A vacation for Chris, and hopefully some nice training for me. We did have to drive through a bit of a snow/rain storm- welcome to spring on the east coast.
Luckily enough the weather has been getting better and better since then, sunny enough for new tan lines from my bike ride. So a bit of training here, till we drive back to Toronto, and I tackle another flight- this time to Brazil. I hope I find a good book to read for that flight.