A training camp where you can’t train is like a long-awaited beach vacation where it rains the entire time. Sure, it is nice to get away and relax, but it is disappointing nonetheless. You make the most of it, staying busy playing scrabble and watching movies, but you can’t help but dwell on what could (should?) have been.
My time at Kenya, while a nice life experience, didn’t quite pan out as the training camp for which we had hoped. Instead of logging in some great miles in Iten, I spent my time trying to minimize pain and trying to stay busy. In the end, coach and I decided that I was probably better off heading home early to get medical treatment. And so I packed up my gear, said goodbye to training partners and new friends alike and made the 36 hour trek home to Hanover. My search for a diagnosis has most recently brought me to the US Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs. Fingers crossed!
While it was a bit disheartening to travel so far to get injured and head home early, this is part of the job that chose. At the very worst, I had the opportunity to go to an amazing country, meet some inspiring people, spend time with my lovely training partners and have an incredible life experience. Sure, I didn’t get much training in (and didn’t see any critters beyond livestock!), but I feel fortunate that my job allows me to travel to and spend time in Kenya. I guess that it is best to have the perspective that, when it rains on your beach vacation, at least you aren’t at the office and stuck to your desk!
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