Benicasim

hmm...I haven't updated for a while. So what have I been up to really.
Last week saw me doing the swim-bike-run combo for about 26hrs.
At times my legs were so sour they hurt to touch... ouch!!!
We shared both the hotel and he roads with quite some rock stars - Belgian ladies Elite Champion Ilse thought us the fine art of riding together in the breakaway., while the Belgian Junior Cycling team was chasing....
Crosscup runner Kurt paced us along both the beach- and hilly runs. And swimming specialist Johan kicked my ass as if I was going nowhere. Luckily the 25m pool was just 1.50m deep, or I might have sunk. The swims really felt like my arms would fall off. Towards the end of the week standing at the edge of that pool made my already sore arms hurt just by looking at it.
Anyhow, training camps are for one thing and one thing only... to work so hard that you are faced with a couple choices: die (not really but it feels like you are slowly facing death), give up and go home, or make it out alive & end up better off than where you started.
A promise I made to myself was that no matter how bad I was hurting I had to suck it up... and that's just what I did.
Luckily I didn't go there for sailing.During the whole training camp, merely one or two days proved breezy enough to qualify as sailing wheather...