All summer long I trained and raced with Scotland in the back of my mind. For the longest time it seemed like I had all of the time in the world to save up money and train but as the event got nearer it seemed like time started speeding up. There was so much to do to get ready for the race!
Before I knew it my training time was up and I was tapering down and trying to pack a massive amount of gear into two pieces of luggage. I crammed everything that I absolutely needed (cycling shoes, helmet, kit) into my carry-on and Scott packed all of my lights into his. My Twin Six messenger bag was my "purse" and inside of it was clothing and a container of CarboRocket that I couldn't fit into my other luggage. Trying to maneuver my carry-on and bulging messenger bag down the narrow aisle of the plane was too much for my uncoordinated self and I managed to swing my bag into a few heads along the way...oops! I have no doubt that I was THE PASSENGER that all other passengers hate :-)
We landed in Amsterdam in the middle of the night for us (early morning for them) and I had that strange discombobulated feeling where I was tired but excited at the same time. Kind of like how I felt in the middle of the night while racing the 24-hours of Hanson Hills. There was only one thing to do...order lots of coffee.
We still had a 3-hour drive to Fort William. After getting MORE coffee we found our rental van, loaded up our luggage and were on our way. Technically it took about 10 minutes of sitting in the van before we were on our way because Scott had to get used to the steering wheel being on the right side of the car (which is the wrong side for us) and also get used to the idea of driving on the left side of the road. I cheered him on and told him he was doing great but inside I was silently screaming.
After we got settled in I decided to sit on the couch for a few minutes and the next thing I knew I was waking up 2 hours later. That night I was so tired but still couldn't fall asleep until 2 a.m. The time change was harder to deal with then I thought it would be.
The next morning we walked down to a nearby cafe for coffee and wifi. I also had my first proper Scottish breakfast. The theme of my breakfast was sausage, sausage and more sausage :-) It was really good and my favorite part of it was the black pudding. For some reason I thought black pudding was a type of dessert (because pudding!) and I kept remarking to Scott that it had a "different" taste and consistency to it. Kind of like a grainy jello. He just nodded his head and kept his mouth shut until I finished the whole thing. When I googled it I found out that black pudding was actually blood sausage. Eek.
|GRBC at Inverlochy Castle|
To be continued....
PS. Fat Bike Night is tonight at the Grand Rapids Bicycle Companies Ada Location! Let's eat, drink and talk fat bikes...hope to see everyone there :-)