Mamma mia!

by CycleChick on September 28, 2013

Divo_tandem bikeIn case you missed it, a while ago I entered a contest on Facebook for a dream cycling tour in Italy called The Campagnolo Experience, which I WON in a random draw. Some Bitter McBittersons out there have been insinuating that the contest was fixed, and that the tour company, Thomson Bike Tours, deliberately picked me. Of course it makes perfect sense that out of thousands of hopeful contestants, they would select a middle-aged amateur rider and hockey mom from Winnipeg who could regale all 27 of her loyal blog readers with tales of how awesome it is to get her ass kicked halfway across Italy by a bunch of retired pros. That, my friends, is some pretty sound logic.

To set the matter straight, anyone (including the McBittersons) could enter. I am not being paid to go, nor is there any obligation for me to write nice things about anybody. When I spoke to Kate from Thomson Bike Tours on the phone, she didn’t know anything about me or my blog, and was pretty relieved when I said I could ride a bike.

The tour itinerary is aggressive. And by aggressive, I mean insane. Over five main days of riding, we will cover 960 kilometres and 46,500 feet of climbing. In FIVE days. The first (and shortest) day has us riding a little warmup called the Granfondo Campagnolo Roma, which entails 160 kilometres with 8,500 feet of climbing. After that, the rest of the week gets serious, with four consecutive days of 200+ kilometres per day, and an additional 38,000 feet of climbing.

On the upside, we will be travelling in style, fully supported by qualified mechanics, professional ride leaders, SAG wagons (thank God), and a full support team to make sure everyone is safe and comfortable. The tour promises VIP treatment, appearances by pros and other cycling celebrities, and wraps up with a tour of the Campagnolo factory in Vicenza, just outside of Venice. Yes. The Campagnolo. Arguably (but barely) the manufacturers of the best bicycle components in the world. I have never had the pleasure (ie. the money) to ride Campy parts, but when I speak to friends who ride even the entry level gruppos, their eyes glaze over as they describe the beautiful sound and feel of Campy shifting as if it were a religious or sexual experience. When I imagine visiting the factory, I can’t help but think of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but with vats full of edible chain lube and a forest of cassette trees.

This tour is not about slumming it. No shitty hostels with 10pm curfews and hairy German hippies who don’t believe in soap. No sir. We will be staying in places like this.Screen Shot 2013-09-28 at 7.24.10 AMOnce the reality of things sunk in and I had come off the ceiling, I realized I had just seven weeks to prepare. So how does one prepare for something that intense in such a short period of time? The real answer is, you can’t. But with some help from Coach Rick, I have been following a plan that might, at the very least, help me survive.

Ride Long
I have been riding as much as possible, or as much as someone with two school-age kids and a day job can train without going broke or getting a divorce. During the week, I ride early in the mornings. At this time of year there is only daylight from from seven in the morning until eight in the evening, so I’m doing lots of riding in the dark – which I figure will be an excellent simulation of the darkness I will experience in the pain cave sometime around day three of the tour.

I’ve been doing progressively longer back-to-back rides in on the weekends, out on the open Manitoba prairie, which looks about as similar to Italy as I do to Sophia Loren. I have attempted to simulate the Mediterranean conditions by putting red wine in my bidons, yelling at the cows loudly and with accompanying wild hand gestures, and listening to six hour playlists of Il Divo.

Ride Hard
Riding 200 kilometre days is one thing, Riding 200 kilometre days in the mountains is another thing entirely. Winnipeg is in the middle of the Canadian prairie, where it’s so flat you can watch your dog run away for three days. High intensity rides will both boost my V02 max and prepare my leg muscles for the shit ton of climbing we’ll do.

What the Winnipeg area lacks in elevation it more than makes up in wind, which can be an excellent simulation for the intensity of climbing. So I get into my hardest gear, point my bike into the wind, and ride like hell.

We do have one hill here. A mad-made number affectionately known as Garbage Hill, on account of its past as the local garbage dump. At some point in our fair city’s past, the garbage was covered with dirt and transformed into a park of sorts, that serves as the only thing for miles with more elevation than a highway overpass. If you go at dusk you can catch a pretty good sunset there. If you go much later, you can catch some less desirable things, like tetanus, drug overdose, or a nasty case of the clap.Garbage Hill

This also happens to be cyclocross season. Most cyclocross races are about 50 minutes of anaerobic hell, guaranteed to up your VO2 max by about a million percent. The downside to this is that cyclocross also happens to be a little crashy, especially for someone like me who tends to do better riding in a straight line on pavement. At this point, the aerobic benefits of cyclocross racing may be outweighed by the high likelihood of eating shit and ending up in traction.

Star Gazing
The tour promises visits from cycling celebrities and VIPs throughout the trip. On the off chance my lifelong dream of meeting Eddy Merckx comes true, I am learning how to scream and faint in French.EddyI have also decided to go on the pill just in case Mario Cipollini is there and we happen to make eye contact or shake hands.

Gearing Up
One cannot exactly have The Campagnolo Experience riding Sram. It took some doing, but between Campagnolo’s Press Manager Joshua and tour manager Sergi from Thomson Bike Tours, it has been arranged that I will ride a Bianchi Sempre (naturally) all pimped out with the latest in Campy bling. I don’t know what gruppo yet, but I sure hope it rhymes with Pooper Decord.

Of utmost importance in the whole adventure is what to wear. We are talking about Italy after all, a world powerhouse of fashion. Thomson will be supplying a pretty sweet kit, and the official jersey from the Granfondo Roma is quite spectacular too, if a touch macho.Granfondo RomaAs an aside, the granfondo website has assured me there is a place I can put my wife while I ride. A wife corral if you will. What a relief, we can’t have the wives running willy-nilly all over the place. Pandemonium.

The Other Stuff
Of course there are lots of things I should be been doing that I’m not. Things like strength training, which I’m not doing because a) I didn’t want to introduce anything new or different into my routine so close to the tour, and b) I don’t have bloody time.

I should also be watching what I eat and drink. Weight can mean a big difference when you are climbing. This is especially obvious when you think about all the money some people spend to save precious ounces on their bikes. Yes, even big fat people. But now is not the time for a drastic rethink of my diet, or to deprive myself of the joy I get from a lovely glass (ie. bottle) of red wine. Moderation will help to keep me at least as healthy and strong as possible.

And finally, when you train hard, you need to rest hard. I should be doing yoga and getting massages too, but there are only so many waking hours in a day, and at this point they are being spent either at this laptop or on my bike. So until I can find a therapist who will massage me in my sleep, my back might be a little achy and my IT band will remain as tight as a violin string. My recovery regime includes one full day off a week, plus some home stretching, use of the foam roller, and plenty of sleep.

Will I survive? Of course. Will it be a challenge? Yes. Will it be the trip of a lifetime? Most definitely!


You might also want to ramp up on any ass-pinching before you go. Word is that in Europe, this happens a lot to women, but hey, sometimes it’s better to give than receive. I think you can hold your own!!

by Colleen on September 28, 2013 at 4:53 pm. Reply #

Oh my God > 100km/day x 5 on the flat would be hell! I admire your chutzpah! Congratulations on the win! It will be one hell of a ride.

Live it, love it, ride it.

by Jo-Anne on September 28, 2013 at 10:52 pm. Reply #

As one of your LOYAL blog readers I know you will have a wonderful time and the important thing to remember is that you are a Canadian and the rest of the world are pussies when it comes to pain and suffering and you also know that rule #5 will need to be implemented in full probably starting on day 2 at about 7am when you get out of bed.

Ciao and pedala forte

by Ian on September 29, 2013 at 12:09 am. Reply #

This sounds both amazing and scary tiring! If you’d like to get some Manitoba hills in, I suggest SW Manitoba near St. Alphonse. Lotsa hills… An hour and a half away. That is, if there’s time for that?

by Karenia on September 29, 2013 at 1:07 am. Reply #

I am so excited for you. I think it was destined – even if not set up- for you to represent the Canadian Prairie cyclists. Your stories bring us into the moment so it’s a close 2nd for us if we can’t be there! Stay safe and strong my friend!

by Nettie on September 30, 2013 at 4:48 pm. Reply #

Oh garbage hill! Regina has one of those and it to is popular with cyclists. I used to love going up there on my bike. It isn’t so skeevy after dark, but you never know…last time I went back I discovered a paved road had been put all the way up with a PARKING LOT, covering the main nice hard packed dirt trail. I live in the pacific northwest where there are hills everywhere, so yeah it will be an experience for a flatlander.
I think you will have a fabulous time. From other italian cycling tour tales, there will be amazing food, coffee and wine! and chocolate if I remember. Oh campagnolo! Check out the blayley’s website for their account of doing the campagnolo tour and other mountains in the area.
Congratulations on your win!!

by Heather on October 1, 2013 at 12:33 am. Reply #

One of the funniest lines of this piece was: “…so flat you can watch your dog run away for three days”. Where do you come up with this? Keep it up!

Speaking of up, you should have borrowed a bike in Ottawa and rode up to the Champlain Lookout in the Gatineaus. That’s just a wee little hill compared to the monsters you will be riding shortly.
All the best and all of the rest!!

Ciao Bella!!

by Drew on October 1, 2013 at 2:51 am. Reply #

You are far too modest. I don’t understand why you don’t have thousands of followers on this blog.

by Edward on October 1, 2013 at 3:47 pm. Reply #

This is going to be fantastic. We are all jealous of the riding, eating and drinking you will cram in. And espresso you will drink to get the time zones squared away. Don’t spare the chamois buttah!

Then when you get home you will crush your CX friends and make them sick with your tales of Italian bravura.

by Gianni on October 7, 2013 at 8:41 pm. Reply #

So…am wondering how you survived it all? Apparently you are still riding. And….did you see Mario? I saw Mario once in Verona after he retired. It was during the 2004 World Championships – he walked past me on one a cobblestone street; I’m sure I must have been standing below the Romeo and Juliet balcony. He was incredibly handsome, wearing jeans, pressed white shirt and Italian shoes. All the Italian men were yelling “Mario” as he passed, and he yelled back “eh” (must be some Canadian blood in that man). I was the woman on the street, speechless, slack- mouthed and frozen. You can only imagine my husband’s eye rolling when the name Mario is mentioned in our house!

by Sonya on November 6, 2013 at 6:43 pm. Reply #

Andrea, Haven’t you figured out how things work in Italy behind the facade of “la Bella Figura”? Campagnolo paid the cost of your trip to ThomsonBikeTours, just as they paid the cost of that sublimely talented photojournalist, our friend, Augustus Farmer. Gus had previously done an interview with Mr. Valentino Campagnolo at the factory which was published in Peloton magazine, and (guess who), that extraordinarily talented young man from North Carolina who speaks beautiful Italian, Campagnolo’s director of media, Joshua, choose him to document our trip. It was Joshua who did a quick Google search of the contest entrants and selected the one who would add the most to the cycling group. He hit the jackpot with you, not only because you are a lovely person, but also because your Campagnolo Experience blog entries are even more valuable in their influence on the public perception of the Campagnolo Brand than Gus’s subsequent article on our trip in Peloton #28. Kate, the marketing director of ThomsonBikeTours, did not have a clue about you winning the contest because she had nothing to do with it. The creative idea, and your selection, was Joshua’s behind the scenes work, and Campagnolo paid ThomsonBikeTours the cost for both you and Gus. I have kept in touch with Gus as he became a real friend and his sense of humor added so much to my enjoyment of the “Experience.”
The same is true of you. Happening upon Mike, my snoring roommate from Oz, and you in St. Mark’s Square in Venice, was a nice coda to our concerto across Italia. Ted.

by Ted Burke on April 18, 2014 at 4:04 pm. Reply #

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