Another nightmare of a trip finally brought me home to Greenville this past weekend.  Delayed, and even canceled flights were again the cause.  The “storm of the decade” was making its way up the east coast as I was trying to get from Philadelphia to Greenville.  My wife, Courtney, had to drive late in the night, with snow and ice on the roads, to pick me up in Charlotte, NC.  In total, I spent almost six days of traveling just to be in Lanzarote for six days!  I am glad we were able to get so many meetings out of the way as it probably wouldn’t have been worth it otherwise.

Now it is time to once again re-adjust to a new time zone and finish up all of my holiday shopping.  It’s hard to believe Christmas is this week, but it sure does feel like it.  Returning to the cold weather was a shock and it is strange to see snow by the roadsides and ice in the trees.  Training is full on for the 2010 season now.  It was a very quick switch from easing into things to being in the thick of it.  In fact, the week spent in Lanzarote, I had around forty hours of exercise!

The goal for the next few weeks is to just enjoy as much time with my family and friends as possible.  Before I know it, I will be back in Mallorca, Spain, for our next training camp and then the racing season will have officially begun.

It’s been decided amongst the Columbia-HTC riders to call this island Alcatraz, rather than Lanzarote.  We are all here on this rock in the middle of the ocean.  It is part of Spain, but we are over 1,200 kilometers from the mainland.  Mauritania, Africa, however, is only sixty kilometers away.  I am not quite sure how Spain ended up with control of the Canary Islands.  Anyway, this island is also as far from self-sustaining as you can possibly get. Even the fresh water must be shipped here. I feel very sorry for our staff that had to drive the trucks down here.  The drive to the port in the south of Spain took two days, and then they had to spend four days on the ferry to reach Lanzarote!

The training is going very well, partly because that is the only thing to do when we are not in meetings.  The roads are quite pleasant, and terrain is undulating.  Winds that could easily blow you off the road seem to be the only negative.  All of us have been making the best of things, putting in solid hours on the bikes and filling the rest of the day with core workouts and meetings.  The days have been flying by, and that’s great news, as I can’t wait to get back to South Carolina and enjoy Christmas with my family.

Just a little water falling out of they sky turned my fairly short trip to Lanzarote into three days.  After spending hours on the runway and many more hours in long lines, I finally gave in and tried to make the best of it.  London-Heathrow came into play as my connections were all shuffled around.  I spent some quality time there shopping and enjoying a full English breakfast.  Then, it was finally off to Madrid, only to arrive too late for any flights departing for Lanzarote.  At this point I was melting, but a glimmer of joy appeared as I realized I would be spending the night not too far from one restaurant which I have been dying to try, Santceloni.

After dropping off my bag at the hotel I headed into town and was waiting at Santceloni’s front door for them to open up at 9PM.  I sat down to one of the best meals of my life.  Several “compliments of the chef’s” dishes accompanied squid to start, then some lamb to finish.  Then the desserts came.  By the end I lost count of all the different dishes.  The only thing missing was my wife, or any company for that matter.  It is always strange dining out alone, but with as much time as I spend on the road I have gotten use to it.  And I just couldn’t pass up a chance to try Santceloni.

The next morning, three days into my travels, I finally boarded the plane for Lanzarote.  The island itself isn’t much too look at.  Sure it’s always beautiful and there are plenty of beaches, but there are no trees whatsoever, and the terrain is desert-like.  The next week will fly by regardless of where we are.  The riders and staff of Columbia-HTC will be busy with one meeting after another, while cramming in as much riding as we can.

My trip to the Canary Islands for the 1st team camp of 2010 turned into a travel nightmare thanks to nasty winter weather. I got stuck at Heathrow, and then got a “bonus” overnight in Madrid. Living the dream? If nothing else, it gives me the time to report that thanks to last week’s contest I got a great new name for my blog. After 5 years of ‘Journey of a Professional Cyclist’ the blog is now (maybe more appropriately titled?) “File Under Pain.”

Thanks to the incredible number of folks who submitted possible names. There were a lot of good ones there, and it’s heartening to see so many people are following the blog. Maybe I’ll actually make it to camp before it ends and I’ll send some updates from there.

On Thursday, our last “work” day with Right To Play was spent in Huaraz at the Antamina headquarters.  Antamina is the largest mining company in Peru and they have made it their passion to better the country. They completely fund the Right To Play program in Peru and we have been their honored guests all week.  Antamina has been very hospitable, really going out of their way to ensure we have a wonderful time.  It’s amazing to feel and see the impact they have made on this region as far as providing stable jobs and better schools for the kids.  Yesterday, during the Right to Play parade in Llata everyone was chanting “Antamina Antamina…” so the whole community is obviously pretty happy with their work.

Our final activity with the children was a bike ride around the Antamina private community. They created a gated, self-sustainable community high above Huaraz that provides housing, hospitals, schooling, and much more for their employees. The kids, and parents, were so excited to get to go on a bike ride with us. Some even took taxis from the village below, with their bikes hanging out of the trunk, to come up and join us for the ride.  After posing for what must have been hundreds of pictures, each one claiming “the last one,” we rolled out with the kids following.  Immediately there was a crash as the kids just wanted to get as close to us as possible. Even the kids that did not have bikes to ride, ran next to us on the sidewalk for the 2-mile ride to not be left out. After a few laps around the little village we returned to the start again for more photos, but with about half the number of starters.  Some were bloodied and bruised, others with mechanicals, but all eventually made it back with smiles on their faces.

Yesterday was such an epic day in the Andes. The night before we were told that there was a protest for some cause and so a group took down a bridge on our route to Llata. This turned the normally three hour drive into seven hours over multiple mountain passes, awesome. This also meant that we would not make our morning school visit, so we could only hope that they would wait for us.

What happened when we arrived is something that I could never fully describe with words. We stopped at the entrance to Llata and met up with the local officials. After some hand shakes, hugs, fireworks and pictures with them all a boy holding a torch, like the Olympic one, led us through town. We were then met by a large marching band that followed us the rest of the way. The whole town was out in full force. Signs everywhere with our names and pictures of random cyclists.  We must have walked by thousands of people, it was really unreal. They were so happy to have us there. One guy even came up and grabbed me, picked me up and gave me a huge bear hug. He was almost in tears!

Once the parade concluded we moved on to the school. The kids had stayed an extra two hours to see us. We played a few games with one group in their town’s stadium and then visited many of the class rooms to see what all they were learning by working with Right To Play.  We closed out our visit with lunch with all of the teachers followed by some speeches and several dances. The feeling I got was that they didn’t want us to ever leave, but we had to. We had another five hours in the bus to get back to Huaraz.

A very long five hour bus ride over the Andes brought us to Chavin. The roads are the worst I’ve ever seen and we were rarely going over 20 mph. They were once paved, but are now a mix of rocks, leftover asphalt and mud. It basically felt like we were driving through a dried up river bed.

As soon as we found our hotel, we dropped off our bags and headed to Chavin’s World Heritage Site for a rare lighted night time visit. It’s similar to the famous Machu Pichu, but dating back even before then. We spent around an hour walking around and inside the pyramid that was built over 2500 years ago. It is such a unique feeling being in a place with so much history.

The next morning we had our first school visit.  Actually, all of the schools in the area sent students so we had a big group. I was shocked at how well prepared they were for us. Signs with our names and hundreds of Right To Play logos everywhere. They just couldn’t express enough how excited they were to have us there.

Such an eye-opener for me personally. In my opinion they live very tough lives. Some of them walk over two hours each way to be at school, and seeing how it’s the rainy season now, I can’t even imagine doing that. Keep in mind, these kids are as young as five!  Yet, here they all are with smiles on their faces and laughing with each other. It’s obvious they love their lives, so maybe its not so tough for them.

I arrived at the early hour of 1 AM, spotted my name on one of the many signs waiting outside of baggage claim and basically just went where I was told. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little worried about putting my life in the hands of people and culture I knew nothing about. I really started to questioning my situation when we turned down a dark alley towards the pacific ocean and the driver locked all of the doors! At this point I started making mental notes of where police cars were located, and if I decided to jump out of the car, how long would it take me to run back. It was about as helpless of a feeling that you can get. The only thing keeping me from panicking was how friendly the Peruvians actually are.

The next morning, on the drive back to the airport for a flight to Huaraz, I couldn’t help but notice how poor Lima really is. It seems the whole city was rebuilt 50 years ago with buildings only made to last half of that time. Just picture an abandon industrial area and that’s the way every area looked. Another first impression was that pretty much anything goes when it comes to driving. Sure there are lines on the road guiding you in the right direction and forming lanes, but those area complete waste of paint. If you feel you can fit through a gap or even over the sidewalk then you might as well join everyone else and go for it.

The flight to Huaraz was more of the same. A ten-seater, propeller plane waited for us on the runway. With only a curtain separating us from the pilots, we flew straight up to 11,000 feet where the town sits. Huaraz was all but destroyed in 1970 by a massive earthquake. Over 10,000 people lived here then, only 91 survived. It doesn’t look like they have done too much to rebuild since then.

Today is mostly a travel day for us. We have a press conference on Huaraz to talk about why we are here, and then it is a long drive to Chavin to visit some schools over the next few days. Our goal is to bring sports to the schools to help them learn basic skills from interacting with each other in a positive manner to promoting a healthy lifestyle.

Are we halfway through November already?  When I think of the off-season, I think of a time where I am basically doing nothing.  Just recharging the body, the mind and catching up on a lot of missed time on the couch.  Yet, each year I seem to pack more and more into the winter months and this year I seem to have over stretched myself.  There has not been one dull moment and I feel about as tired as if I was coming home from a race.

When I am home, I am cooking, cleaning, shopping, running, riding and playing some tennis here and there.  On my trips so far it has felt like a stage race, with hotel transfers and with activities planned from sun up to sun down.  Unfortunately, during the winter months I can’t use my “I need to rest and recover for my next race” card and my wife knows it!  Guess it’s payback for the rest of the year when she is taking care of me.

If I looked back to the summer months I was already looking towards the off-season and making plans to do this and that.  Trying to pack in as many fun things that I could.  The possibilities seem endless at that point.  Once the off-season finally arrives you realize that the more you have planned, the faster it goes, and that is the case for me this year.   But I can’t say that I would do anything different.

I really have had a great time so far.  I was able to be part of so many cool experiences in Texas, our annual tennis tournament is coming up this weekend, which will be a great chance to catch up with some friends and then on Sunday I am off to Peru for a week with Right To Play (www.righttoplay.com).  I can only assume the Peru trip will be a huge eye opener.  We will be touring different villages and schools, giving talks and playing games and other activities with the children. I have no idea of what to expect, but I am sure it will be something I will always remember.  After Peru, it will already be Thanksgiving and then off to the first Team Columbia-HTC training camp.  It really does go so fast, but you only live once…