I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, being told that we were going to be staying close to the summit of a volcano for two weeks but it definitely wasn’t what I had imagined.
The road from Teide North airport to our hotel at 2200m was like none other I had seen before. Kilometer after kilometer of twisty uphill, the road snaked up into the clouds taking us to what I would imagine travelling to Mars would be like. Black volcanic rock and undulating heaps of sand and shrubs surrounded us. There were very few signs of human life at all, except for the Parador Hotel, that became our sanctuary after each day of training.
The camp didn’t start off too well for me after puncturing my front wheel at high speed around a bend, on our way down the mountain one morning. I was grateful not to have been injured more seriously but I still left a long trail of skin on the tarmac resulting in a bit of road rash. Never much fun to have at the best of times!
Training on the island was tough. It was either up or down and the only way to get home every day was (you guessed it!) up. The crash took a lot out of me and I didn’t feel too great on the bike to say the least. Only in the last few days of the camp did I feel like I was able to complete the planned workouts.
I have come home feeling like I’ve just come off a boot camp. It’s definitely easier to breathe down here after all that thin mountain air. No doubt about it, that was great preparation for the next block of racing, but for now I’ll be letting my body soak up all the climbing meters and giving the road rash a chance to heal up before the Dauphine (3rd-10th of June).