I flew in to San Francisco, where apparently Rice-A-Roni isn't such a big deal anymore: street fare is the new hype. I wasn't hungry though and headed northbound and inland to NorCal where the next morning determined the fate of the rest of my stay. I choose the breakfast panini over sugary, soupy oatmeal. Bad choice.
Athleticamps gave me the opportunity to do a lactate threshold test. They drew blood out of my earlobe at 3 minute intervals to measure and chart lactate concentration levels, while increasing the resistance that I had to pedal against. Right up next, I was hooked up to a huge tube and a machine. I wondered if I looked like Snuffy the Snuffalupagus, until I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror: nah, I just I looked like I was about to do a VO2 max test.
|VO2 max testing at Athleticamps -Copyright: Alex Chiu 2012|
At the end of the day, all of the ''evil'' came out of me, you know, the way it does when you have really bad food poisoning. I spent the next days in bed. Then, being as lucky as I am, I got 3 seats to myself so I could sleep comfortably on the whole flight home. My first purchase in Québec: high quality probiotics to get my digestive system back on track. I'm on the road to a full recovery now. Going-going, back-back, to Cali-Cali wasn't exactly what I expected. But it was another great experience to add to the bank.