Travel and Training -- Cape Town, Paris, Kampala, Jo'berg

I joined Team Z in September last year and got all excited about structured workouts, ironically just in time for an extremely hectic travel schedule. In the space of a month and a half I made three long distance international trips, first to South Africa, then to France, and finally to Uganda and South Africa together. I managed to fit workouts into my hectic schedule and it turned out to be not that bad at all! Here are some fun tales...
 
Bathtub Laps and Climbing Coastal Mountains in Cape Town
Cape Town is a stunningly beautiful city, reminds me a lot of Rio -- coastal town, great beaches, nice mountains within city limits, great food, good people. It also happens to be where the University of Cape Town (UCT) is located with whom I am doing a lot of my research. So I do find myself in Cape Town quite often and I don't mind it one bit!

Combining triathlon training with this work trip was not that big of an issue as cycling is huge in Cape Town and the routes and views are gorgeous (there is a reason why Cape Argus is one of the world's premier cycling events). Plus my work counterparts at UCT happen to be great athletes, one of whom ran Boston in under 3 hours.

So the cycling and running was well covered, not so much the swimming. I was staying in a hotel which had this bathtub... err pool to offer:    
 

Suds anyone?

 I believe it was at most 15 meters in length. My workouts that week called for 500 meter repeats so I got in a lot of push off practice!

On the weekend after a really late night out with friends, I woke up early to receive my rental bike and a ride to Houts Bay where I was going to start my ride. I had already biked to Cape Point (Southern most tip of Africa) on a previous trip so this time I was going to bike through some wine country and climb some nice hills including the famous Chapman's Peak.

The funny thing is as I was heading out of the hotel in my bike shorts, cleats, and helmet, a bunch of my work colleagues (the non-athletic ones) were getting ready to board a tour bus for a guided romp around the city. Now every person has a quirk or two and my big quirk is that I absolutely hate organized tours -- I would have to be beaten and shackled before I ever board a tour bus. The freedom I get from exploring on my own, getting lost, and finding my way is priceless. I simply do not understand why people volunteer to be herded like cattle... ughh!

So after feeling sorry for my colleagues, I got dropped off at Houts Bay with my bike and a map. I brought my Garmin along this time in order to keep my HR in check and stay in low zones on climbs.

The views were magnificent. Here are some of the pictures I took but they do very little justice:

This picture taken right from the road. Stunning beach!

The long winding climb up Chapman's Peak

I could get used to this view

Self portrait

I didn't see any but whales can often be spotted from here

While descending Chapman's peak, I hit a big pothole and my garmin went flying. Unfortunately it never worked again, but I got a replacement under warranty (since the bike mount failed). The ride continues further North into the city center

 
Running the Paris Monuments (and some unbridled revelry afterwards)
One of the key advantages of being a pseudo-academic is that I get to travel to some fairly nice conference locations. This particular one was in Nantes, a cozy and quaint fishing town in Western France. The conference and the crowd turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected and a subset of us found and spent an inordinate amount of time at a salsa club that night after the conference. 

Of course, I tacked on an extra day to my trip to spend in one my favorite cities in the world, Paris. One of my good work friends, Mattea, had just moved to Paris to start her Ph.D. at the Paris School of Economics and I was excited to go hang out with her.

The TGV gets you to Paris in a jiffy and Mattea and I were planning to meet in the afternoon and my grand plan for the morning was to do my weekend long ride on a Velib. Unfortunately, that plan failed miserably as the bike kiosk refused to accept any of my credit cards, even my uber fancy World Bank issued diners mastercard.

Désolé, mais je n'accepte pas les cartes de crédit américaines

  Not to be outdone, I decided to lace up my running shoes and do a long run instead. So off I went from L'Arc de Triomphe circumnavigating the city's iconic monuments. First, I ran East towards Montparnasse  and the famous Basilica Sacre Coeur. Along the way, I bumped into the following

And its more attractive neighbor!

Next up was some serious hill climbing all the way up to the Basilica.

Time for quads to work -- this is much steeper than it looks

But this view is the reward!

Didn't spend a whole lot of time there as all the tour operators and their blind cattle made me want to puke. But the views of the city were nice and this guy was playing one heck of a harp:

A bit hazy but you can see most of Paris from here

 After a swift descent onto the main streets, I flew past some Oriental neighborhoods towards the Seine. Finally got around to taking this picture next to the Louvre...

and then eyed my destination...

Finally made it to the tower and soaked in the beautiful Fall day!

My Paris run -- About 10 miles

No run can be complete without a recovery drink and I managed to find a French version of chocolate milk

Grabbed a quick lunch and headed out to meet Mattea for a fun evening. We walked around town, stopping in to grab some yummy macaron at Laduree and checking out some books at Shakespeare and Co. A sumptuous dinner and wine was followed by some late night revelry that lasted till about 5AM or so. Just in time for me to get in a cab and head to the airport for the flight back home!

This place has the best macarons. Period.

Thanks Mattea for a great evening!

Sleepless Treadmill Intervals in Kampala
Kampala is a great city but for some reason I'm never able to sleep very well while I'm there. The hotel I was staying in had a nice pool so swim workouts went pretty well, though the kids splashing all around me kept wondering what in the world I was doing swimming laps.

The lack of sleep and long work hours caught up to me one night and I wanted nothing to do with a treadmill, let alone intervals on a treadmill. I had woken up at 4AM and worked through till 10PM. I was wiped out and ready to collapse. As luck would have it, my beloved coach Ed Zerkle chose this very day to send out one of his signature motivational emails. Here are some key excerpts:

- "I see some of you working your tails off! Some of you, not so much…"

- "Remind yourself what your goals are and why you joined this team in the first place..."

- "Our biggest risk for the holiday season is that folks take time off, or continue to train but do so blindly without much focus."

- "There is no off season in our sport." 

- "Unfocused training over the winter... will come back to haunt you."

- "Get out there - and have some fun."

Ughh.. Off to the gym I went and knocked off treadmill intervals at 10:30PM going on 3 hours of sleep. On the bright side I did sleep quite well that night! 




Long Run and Food Poisoning in Jo'Berg (in that order)
Given that I have four projects running in South Africa, I was back there barely a month after my Cape Town visit, but this time just to Jo'berg. After a blitz of non-stop meetings over three days, I finally had some free time over the weekend to look forward to. One of my RAs, Meg (also a runner) volunteered to run with me on Saturday so we set out at a local park for a nice 10 mile run.

For some reason I didn't realize that Jo'berg is at significant elevation, 5,000+ feet above sea level, so the 10 miles were considerably harder than they should have been. But Meg was great company and she told me all about her athletic exploits with her dad growing up. This was perfect conversation as I'd like to nurture a similar outdoors oriented relationship with my daughter as she grows older.

Run in (and all around) the park

 
Over dinner we planned an ambitious mountain bike adventure for the next day and I was totally psyched about it. The problem arose over the course of the night, however, when my stomach completed revolted against dinner and I ended up spending the night next to the toilet and most of the next day in a state of absolute nausea. Normally my stomach is pretty resilient (and boy I have eaten some iffy things!) but  I guess my luck ran out.

The best part of the whole ordeal was that I had to board a plan that night, but the anti nausea medication knocked me out completely and I slept all the way home..

Overall, these trips confirmed to me that work travel and training are indeed compatible and combining the two can be a lot of fun!