Veritity Ockenden writes about the training incident, which has some valuable lessons and a sharp reminder that even elite athletes are not inviolable as a result of climate change.
Recently in the Swiss in the Swiss midnight, three Australians and British (me) wrapped their sugamams, filled with spots and protein shocks, to small Italian cities. It is a pretty well-trained weekly pilgrimage that trains in St Moritz, but the next thing happened was much more than each of us, or packaged.
The purpose of the excursion was to use more oxygen air on the local path of the city, where we would be able to hit more rapidly than it could be at height. It should have been a cruel morning of work, but we strengthened with the idea of ​​recharging with pizza and gelato.
We expected a hot day, and when we went down from the cool heights of St. Morit, through the winding hair of Maloa mountain pass, the temperature grew up with each curve. We once arrived on the track for an hour by one hour after one hour, there was a little covering of the cloud, and we just warmed up on the tap. Bendere has worked TEMPO while Maudie, Natalie and I have taken a mile break.
Among the Emerald Mountains and Azure Tartan, which was perfectly reflected in the summer sky, it was a place that seemed to endure. Of course, the pain could not be painted against such a beautiful background, but we managed it, we leave hard pools to wake up to ourselves and jumping completely to our masterpiece.
We had a towel and clothing change, and we took our time hooked and swallowing our long-awaited pizza on Chiavenna’s beautiful high street. We once left at three o’clock in the evening (we were all accustomed to taking the day after the training), we became tired and paid a little attention.
When we rounded the final curve of Maloa mountain pass, he brought us to Enthadin’s plateau, 20 minutes away from our apartment, we went to a small cube that the gradual rainstorm had driven the road to us. We thought about it very little and continued on the rocky slopes of the mountain on our left and on the shores of the Silsers of Silsers on our left.
We were patiently waiting for traffic to find out, but it never did, and we used to be aware of the front landslide and instructed to fall into the mud. At the moment, we began to panic, and to do worse, he welcomed the lightning pepper in heaven. The leather-dressed bicycle started to be afraid that the entire part of the mountain above us could become unstable. Horrible, we hastily put our coaches, pocketing our passports and valuables, and went to check our rental car and cross the crossroads.
It soon became clear how ridiculous the idea was, and at the time we would walk the length of the road, which we trapped, we were all soaked in skin and covers. Three hours passed, and we ran out of food, water and four phone batteries, the car engine battery also begins to low.
We played “pendant” in front glass condensation when one digger tried to carve our way, and as boredom we even thought to use the attempt to break four minute miles.
Realizing that if we left, we could not return to St. Morit, as the only landslide was cleaned, and St. Morit is in a more sensible hotel.
Like the hungry artists, we fixed the cheapest all we were able to find, which are real St. Morit’s style was still being extorted and it turned out how you dressed. When we poured our way through a gilded lobby, the host side hardly stands for our eyesight, even if you offer any kind of help or advice. During dinner at dinner, we ate on the road with a paste with a wooden-wearing clasp with a paste, where nozzles were recovered and chargers, our fairy tale was heard.
The next morning, the path of St. Morit, which was still blocked for the foreseeable future, was caught by the wind of 15 people, which crossed the lake from Maljoj, where we were able to cross the bus stop. Not in the books 10 kms, we put in front of the clothes in advance and squeezed us among the small crafts in a small craft.
When we died now through the lake, leaving the car so that the road was reopened, the sun was shining in the boat, but we could not help. My friend Fabien, the Swiss Marathones, and trained in the area, gladly came to us to choose us and drove us in 15 minutes, where we spent the rest of the day.
Although no one could believe in our bad luck when we told them what it turned into our regular training day, we apparently dried a little physically that the experience would not forget.
We believe that we can be ahead of the global warming game to train the summer temperature, but we lead to excess persecution and flash floods obtained in mountainous areas. As athletes that we are proud of our invincibility, but we forget how fragile human life is really.
We end up with our lives depending on it, but our lives put on the line, and it all fades more clearly gratitude and friends and family.
I think we all left the camp a little more realizing in life from a real point of view, having all our small “problems”, for example, how successful in the day.
Everything seems a little dramatic, but during our return, there was a calm feeling of satisfaction when our flexibility was tested and obediently kept and even enjoyed those moments.
These are all we strive as runners and test when we compete, but maybe the real reason we are looking for them in race scenarios.
