Campra is a unique place in so many ways. The people that stay their come together differently compared to other race venues. The comradery that’s been built there has formed a lot of friendships for myself and others on the team. It’s one of the main reasons we are good friends with a lot of the Swiss team. We have often been there for races and then had training camps coinciding there at the same time.
Basically if you can survive Campra as an athlete you can survive anywhere it often seems…
Ok so perhaps that’s a little dramatic but fellow survivor and teammate Callum Watson gives the accommodation and food “a half a start rating at best”. Along with Callum I was sharing a room with coach (and Callum’s older brother ) Ewan, together we are sharing one oversized bunk bed. All the accommodation is like this in our section of the “hotel” which is one large building stretching along side the tracks. Just giant bunk beds pushed together.
The one good thing about our accommodation is that we are 30 meters from the trails.
So there was a sprint on Saturday and a 15km skate on Sunday but due to a huge snow storm dropping 130cm in 24hours the race was delayed a day so that the trails could be packed down. The sprint wasn’t great, I raced flat which was frustrating. I had hoped that the sprint would wake up my body for the 15km the next day but that night Ewan and I both had a little bout of food poisoning and I suffered stomach cramps all night and a fever. The next day feeling fairly beat up I raced the 15km but my dreams of feeling fresh and invigorated from the easy Christmas week and then the “wake the body up sprint” from the day before quickly vanished. It was a fairly disappointing weekend and I was really glad to leave Campra that afternoon. A big thank you nonetheless to Ewan who did a fantasist job of coaching and waxing for the few days!
We are now back in Davos which is wonderful in a nice little apartment. Ewan, Phillip (who joined us from Germany) and I will stay here for a week of good training and preparation before heading to France and then onto Poland for the next World Cup. I’m really hoping to have good training here and find the spark I’ve been missing. We just had New Years here, which was quite spectacular. We headed into town and watched as hundreds of fireworks were set off. Basically just groups of people set them up in the middle of the street and let them loose. It was amazing to watch and by far the best display I have ever seen. In the end though we beat a hasty retreat back to our apartment after some fireworks were starting to get shot low and Phil had a close call with a fire working going off near his face and I was quick enough to turn but coped a bit of casing to the back of the leg. Still was a fun night.
So as usual.
Train hard, rest easy, live for the moment.