BIKE CAMP: DAY 0

If you can believe it, I'm at a resort in Arizona. My mom was coincidentally in Phoenix this weekend for a wedding, so I flew in a day early to see her.

I've never been to a real resort before and so didn't know what to expect. Yeah, I'm definitely not complaining so far! It's perfectly gorgeous weather; I already have tan lines on my back from swimming for just 45 minutes (yep, I managed drills and sets in the hotel pool with kids swimming around and on top of me). It's the curse of the easily tanned--you're destined to horrific tan lines all summer long.

My bike came with me and is still in its box. I'm holding my breath that it's okay; I'm too scared to open it and check so I'll just wait until tomorrow in Tucson. It should be fine; it's in the proper box and I followed the directions when packing it...but you know, it's scary to put a $3,000 bike on a plane no matter what. Hell, it was scary taking the thing apart. I almost took my other crappy bike just because I didn't want the Orbea to get scratched. But I refuse to be a grandmother with plastic over her couches, so I crossed my fingers and knotted my hair and sent the bike on its way, entrusted in the care of our loyal TSA employees.

So, I have the rest of the day to relax and then my mom is bringing me to Tucson in the morning. Tomorrow is just a simple on-your-own ride; Sunday is when the everything really kicks into high gear.

I'm nervous. I don't know if I can do it, and I don't want to be the pain in the butt last arriver everywhere and every time. But then again, I signed up for the camp to get better, so even if I can't finish or even if I am the slowest, I'll still do my best and I'll still improve. And if my ego suffers a little in the meantime? It could be a good thing.