It's Sunday now and we sadly put the last of our warm weather cycling gear in our suit cases in preparation for our long trip home. The worst part is the news of more snow and indoor riding back home. We came off of two great final days with huge personal accomplishments and a great wrap party in beautiful Cala Figuera that always includes some cliff jumping to kick off the evening.

Friday following our wet day off, continued to be a little wet. After a 7 am swim workout we decided to delay yhe ride from 10 to 1 pm to try and let the roads dry up and hopefully have a little more sunshine appear. Things didnt improve all that much so we kept the ride flat and easy for ~ 80 or 90 km. These ride days are nice to because all the levels of groups get to ride together so riders get to socialize with those who they might not get to normlly because of different riding abilities.

We woke Saturday to a sunny morning and high temps. Saturday had two options, 140 km for those that still had something left and a flatter ~110km for those that wanted to wrap things up with a more leisure ride and great Petra cake, I was in for the cake! It was the most perfect day for a cake ride where the guides took a very round about way of getting there, once again even after 4 years showing me routes I have never seen before.

We have started a tradition here now where on the last night we all get into cars and make a scenic drive to Cala Figuera. Cala Figuera is a beautiful fishing villgae nestled into a big inlet where big cliffs overlook the harbour. In the harbour working boats come in and out and some pretty fancy yahts anchor in as well. You can literally watch your dinner be unloaded from the boat, wheeled up to the restaurants and then served onto your plate. Some tastey drinks, great comapany and a warm evening made for a very fun and humourous night for everyone there.

Sometimes watching Ironman I feel more in awe of the age groupers then I do of the pros. I know its not an easy life for a pro either but we can generally say that they can normally focus a little more on training then the common age grouper juggling work etc. I had eluded already to the average age here this year at camp. I will also mention that this year we had a smaller level of interest in jumping into the cold ocean before dinner but the leader of the jumps was sixty some year old Ron, here training for Ironman and often mixing it up with the group one riders. Anyway I was getting into the amazing stories of those that manage to pull off amazing athletic endevours when life doesnt always provide the ideal amount of flexiblity. This year Bruce Ritchie lived up to his wife Margie's Gold Level standard (and Triathlete of the Year honor) putting in 1000km of riding over his 1.5 weeks of camp here in Spain. I am almost certain that he topped wife Margie in that department in this year's camp. Bruce is a doctor in Edmonton who has about 100 plates in the air at the same time, and is in a speciality that demands him to be on call 1 every 2 nights. When most 55 years olds are trying to wind things down a little Bruce is as excited as a 10 year old with the projects he has on the go and what he is trying to accomplish over the next decade still. It was a very inspiring moment to see Bruce do a couple extra laps down our strip off road to get the last 4km in to make 1000km  while the group cheered and watched in envy of this great athletic accomplishment. It was a great way to bring the biking to a close for Train in Spain 2010.