I had the privilege of participating in the Balanced Art Multisport triathlon training camp this past weekend. Before I give my recap on it though, I wanted to give the recipe that I tried last week for red potatoes.
They were one of the yummiest foods I have eaten in a long time! Crashed Hot Potatoes. You can find the full recipe here. Start by boiling red potatoes to fork tender.Then put them on a baking sheet with some olive oil and press down cross ways with a potato masher. Then sprinkle with salt, pepper, garlic and herbs. Bake per recipe and feast!
This is my fifth year of going to triathlon training camps. It's all about progress. The first year, I could barely ride 20 some miles and run 4 and by the third day, I was done! Each year I have seen slow and steady progress.
The camps are full of all levels of athletes and this one was no exception. Newbies, age groupers, short course, Ironman, elite and professionals. And even with the disparity of skill levels, everyone is included in all activities. The days start out at the swimming pool. I'm still recovering from my shoulder surgery so I spent the swim time kicking. I was able to sneak in 100 yards of freestyle each of the three days but didn't want to push my luck. Total kick yards-3500.
After a short break to get cleaned up, we meet for bike rides. The first day was a ride through Snow Canyon. Again, blaming my shoulder, I cut the ride just short of the final climb. It was my first ride outside post-surgery and it felt really good but I wanted to make it through the weekend.
The second day was much like the first with just a little more wind. We ran on the St. George 70.3 course that afternoon.
Everything for me was leading up to the third day of riding out through Gunlock and towards "The Wall". This was the original full ironman course and one of the first rides I ever did on a road bike. I remember having to stop a lot and even walk up some of the hills. Let's just say, I was not a good hill climber. This time I rode through the big climbs and most of the way up the wall. I did have to get off my bike a short distance from the top but made it to the top on my own volition - walking! Barb was waiting for me so we mounted back up and went the rest of the way to Veyo Pies.
The last day started out with a yoga class. I took pics and soaked in the calmness of the class.
A by-product of these camps is the dirty laundry - this was my haul home!
|my totals for the camp|