A lot of people have asked me, “how was the BMC training camp.” and my standard answer has been, “Really good.”. But “really good” does not do the experience I had in Ca. for the past two weeks ANY justice. I figure that most people don’t have the time or the patience to stand around and listen to me go on and on about one of the best experiences of my professional as well as my personal life. That said, I am about to go on and on about it simply because this is the place to go and on and on.
So I won’t bother with “long story short”, I’ll just go long and see where it ends up.
I’ll start out by saying that I am very much a cycling fan, so for a cycling fan, being able to hang around a team of some of the best cyclists in the world- LITERALLY, along with their management and support staff and to be able to watch them and the program in action for two entire weeks from morning until night was simply awesome- for lack of a more creative word. I got to meet legends of the sport, current and past world champions, serious up and comers and so on. I met a lot of really good people.
And then there was the part of the camp- the reason I was there in the first place, where I got to share my knowledge and approach of strength and conditioning (which has been influenced by many and is always evolving) with a group of world class athletes in the hopes that the information they got form me would help them to some degree perform better on their bicycles. I didn’t take this task lightly in any way and would be lying if I said that I was not REALLY nervous and bit sweaty on that first day in Santa Rosa. I had not met most of the riders before, I did not know how I would be received and I was going to be working in an environment that I was not used to- a hotel conference room. Variables. I have worked with hundreds of athletes during my career as a coach/trainer but working with this group was the biggest challenge I have had to date and I really looked at it as a milestone in my career/life.
The schedule was pretty straight forward and the expectations were very clear. I would be working with the riders every morning starting at 7:45 am to 8:30 am and then through out the course of the camp I would meet with them individually and work through the movements they learned in the morning class and set up a travel/at home workout that they could do on their own. The goal for me was to convince them that the song I was singing was worthy of a listen and to let them know that I was not telling them to stop everything else they had already been doing but to see my exercises as a compliment to what they were (if they were) already doing and that the exercises could stand alone if they weren’t currently on a strength and conditioning program.
I had 20 Dynamax med balls, 20 yoga mats and 20 physio balls (which I got form my good friend Jim at agilefitness.com, and 20 rubber mini bands shipped to the hotel in Santa Rosa. I arrived to the hotel on a Saturday around 11 30 pm, met my good friend Mike Sayers and cycling legend Jim Ochowicz in the lobby, dumped my gear in the room and headed straight to the conference room where my tools of the trade HOPEFULLY were. I was really hoping on the van ride to the hotel that some of the bad karma that I had accumulated over the years was not getting cashed in on me and that my 10 boxes of exercise gear was NOT sitting in some conference room in Alabama. I was PLEASED to find all of my boxes in the “Russian Room” when I unlocked the door. It was a BIG space with lots of space to move- perfect. I spent the next hour unpacking everything and organizing it for the morning. I brought a hand pump to pump up the 65 cm swiss balls (all 20 of them) in case the worst case scenario- NOT having access to an air compressor, played out. The worst case did in fact play out and I spent an hour that eve and a few hours the next day pumping up every one of those DAMN swiss balls. My forearms were PUMPED after that. I slept a little bit that first night with thoughts of strength training in my head.
I won’t go into detail about every day but the first day was jammed full of this and that. First, the weather was AWFUL. It was pouring rain and it continued to rain throughout the first week. I got to the Russian Room at about 6:30, I was early because I wanted to keep pumping up those swiss balls and I wanted to write out a solid class plan that had plenty of good work in it but not so much that it would bust the guys up. The point of the core classes was not to destroy the riders but to help them improve their stability and balance. It was not that long ago when the norm was to simply ride your bike if you wanted to get better at bike racing. The idea that strength training for improved performance on the bicycle is still not widely accepted. As one who has absolutely benefited from a consistent regiment of strength training for the past 25 years (yes it’s true) and who has spent many hours preaching about the benefits of such training, I can’t fathom not including it as a part of a structured training plan. BUT, that’s my belief and I would always agree that there are many approaches to many things. The morning class was also another way to bring all of the riders together which is the point of bringing everyone to camp in the first place: to be together.
I did NOT get all of the balls inflated by the time the class started but I had worked up quite a sweat trying to do so. The riders strolled in slowly and I could tell that they had no idea what to expect as I saw them looking at the med balls with an expression that I would not define as “eager”. By 7:40 I realized that the class was going to be more than just the riders, Och (Jim Ochowicz), Max Testa (legendary team doctor and performance coach), Fabio Baldato (recently retired euro pro with a hyper impressive resume and now working as a assistant team director) and many others joined in that first day- it felt a little bit like an on the job interview. But whatever, I just did what I planned on doing. Jim introduced my to the riders, I introduced me to the riders and I told them that these classes were all about helping them minimize the potential for injury and help them to improve their stability and balance, which could/would ultimately improve their efficiency on the bike. Whether they believed me or not, they lined up and did what I asked them without complaint and were very receptive when I “recommended” trying it “this way”. Most had never done any of the first sessions’ movements and as “basic” as they were it simply takes time to learn a new movement pattern no matter how fundamental it may be. After the 45 mins was up I was really relieved because I go the vibe that the riders understood where I was coming from and believed that what I was showing/telling them might actually help them. Och told me he liked it, Max approved and the riders were all “smiling”- not to be confused with grimacing…… Next.
The weather continued to BLOW in Santa Rosa. It rained and rained and rained some more and the temps were not condusive to anything other that winter gear and of course rain jackets. The new Hincapie e vent rain jakets were tested to the max- which is good. And for the classics guys this kind of weather was the status quo but no one was really excited to get out in it. I personally was looking forward to some good rides but I was not about to take out my new BMC pro machine for its first real ride in the wet and grit- I didn’t want to spend an hour cleaning my bike. HOWEVER, by the 3rd day I gave in and decided I would step out with the team for a 5 hour slog- I was told the weather would be improving during the ride. My first big mistake of the camp was going on this ride. It was pouring when we left, got “nice” by the coast and on the way back in the sky opened up again and it got COLD. That ride broke me. It wasn’t so much that the guys were on it full gas all day, it’s that they were just ON all day. No long stops, not a lot of coasting, not just easy peasy down the descents just ON. And after about 3 hours I was feeling OFF. It didn’t help when Sayers told the riders he would pay them to drop me. They did not have to do anything different than they were already doing….. I held on to the end but after that ride, I was done for about 3 days. My bike and I were a MESS.
Each morning that I met with the team I would introduce another movement with the med ball or a band or the physio ball and continue to repeat what I would call the fundamental movements. And each day they were absorbing more and more information. I was also to meet with the riders on an individual basis and help them work on whatever they needed working on. The morning class served as a great way for me to spot problem areas with each rider and helped me configure a protocol of exercises that would “help”. I did not call people out in class much as I did not want to make anyone feel picked on, especially at 7 45 am. And after class we would head out to the dining room to eat and then they would prepare for another day in the saddle. It was a good routine and a great way for the riders to open up. My first one on one meeting was probably my favorite meeting on a few levels.
I was sitting at lunch and the riders were back from a pretty short day due to the weather. I was sitting at a table with Ballan and one of the BMC brand managers who spoke Italian. He mentioned to me that Alessandro wanted to meet, so of course I said whenever. He then said, “how about 10 minutes.” I then said, “ Ok.”
I stopped eating, bolted to my room and got my clip board and notes and rushed back to the Russian Room. It’s not like this was a big deal, it was just going over a few moves with an athlete. BUT because I am also a cycling fan and happened to be at the Ronde in 2007 when he won the race and the fact that he was a one time world champion made it more…….. stressful? whatever it was, it did not have the vibe of a standard meeting. It was a great session, we laughed a lot, he got the moves down and NEXT. After that meeting I was way more relaxed about setting up the other meetings The toughest part of the camp would be getting the guys when they had “free” time. I’ve done training camps before and the last thing I wanted to do after a day of training and napping was to have some guy telling me how to swing a med ball around. BUT, that’s what I was there for.
After the first week the team moved south to Agoura Hills. And when I say they moved, I meant that they rode. They got dropped off in San Fran and headed south, stopping at a hotel on the coast along the way. I spent the weekend in San Fran with my wife at her sisters place and recharged for round 2 in Agoura Hills. I flew into LA on Monday afternoon, connected with the some of the Euro directors, including main director John Lelangue. Cadel and George were also there, fresh off of TDU and Cadel also had his wife with him, her first trip to the USA. A van picked us up and off we went to the hotel. My evening was all planned out: re-inflate those damn swiss balls again, unpack the mats and the med balls and scope out my new “studio” space. This time around a few of the mechanics graciously let me use the air compressor on the team truck to do the inflating (amen) which saved me about 3 hours. Class would be a 7 45 am again and my quest to meet with the riders one on one continued. The weather was MUCH better and I was looking forward to riding in and around Malibu for a few days- roads I had ridden/trained on many years ago when I first got back into racing. That was 10 years ago and I felt 10 years older. RATS.
The second week was also filled with sponsor meetings, media training and photo sessions for the riders. That was good for me as I got to sit in on many of the sponsor meetings. The First Endurance presentation was really interesting and as a dealer of their products I was pretty g’d up to have the opportunity to talk with the owners about the different FE offerings. And after using them exclusively at camp, I’m more sold on them than ever. I also got to sit in on the meeting with the team nutritionist. I also got to spend time meeting with Bookwalter, one of the riders I work with. There were a lot more photographers and press people around that second week, not doubt due in part to the arrival of Cadel and George as both command a lot of attention in the cycling world. I even got to share in a bit of the limelight on a few days. One morning Versus was in in the morning doing a shoot during core training class ans afterward Robbie Ventura did a quick Q and A session with me on camera. It was NOT my best interview ever, but it was an interview so whatever. Bottom line, it was nice to be recognized. Camp was getting into the last few days and I was starting to scramble to meet with every one.
I joined in on a team ride that week as well, or last part of it. We went up the Rock store climb which is featured on the final stage of this years TOC. It was only about a 20 mins ride from the hotel which was NOT an ideal amount of time for me to warm up. Rich Hincapie and a few others started out that day with the team but when we hit that climb, it was GAME ON. I clung to the back in my 39×17 as I watched Burghardt at the front, seated, ripping the 53×17. Impressive to say the least. The team went on to do another 4 hours. I flipped soon after and retreated back to the hotel, humbled yet again. Busted up. The last ride I did with the team was on the final day of camp.
On that final day I headed out to the team truck to get a bottle for my ride to the PCH and onto Malibu, where I planned to hit the Starbucks and take in the sights. I met up with Mattias Frank at the truck and we decided to roll out together. A few days earlier he crashed hard and had some stitches in his elbow and was very much in recovery mode and that was good for me because Mattias is a straight up bad ass and under normal circumstances he would be out riding with his boys. I was psyched to ride with him as he was one of the most easy going and un assuming Euro pros that I had ever met. We ended up running into the rest of the team down on the PCH as the Malibu Starbucks was THE destination that day. If I had to get stuck into a routine day after day, it would be riding some canyons in Malibu and ending up at Starbucks.
Packing up all of my gear after that final morning workout with the team was easy knowing that I would not have to re inflate those damn swiss balls again. The pack up was bitter sweet because that meant the end to an amazing two weeks. The riders had all progressed really well and seemed anxious to continue on with the workouts on their own time. It was hectic that afternoon trying to get last minute meetings with the riders I had yet to meet with and also packing up my own gear. That night was a big team dinner in LA at at an Italian restaurant owned by Max Sciandri’s parents- Max rode for Motorola back in the day- a team also run by Jim Ochowicz and Testa was the team doctor there as well. The airport shuttle to LAX was to leave the hotel at 4 30 am so anything left undone before leaving on the rented bus for dinner was most likely going to remain undone. I know how these team dinners can go once the wine starts to flow. Och had personally invited me and I’ll admit to being pretty fired up about it- I really felt a part of the team.
The food was amazing and the wine did in fact flow. It was a really great night. I heard some AMAZING stories from Testa caught up with Rich Hancapie, heard about Cadels Worlds win from Cadel- sick, helped celebrate Steve Morabito’s b-day with more wine, enjoyed a shot or 3? And laughed more than I have in a while. When it was finally time to get in the bus it was really late and when we finally got back to the hotel it was ridiculous late. Sadly for me, I had neglected to pack up my bike. I somehow made it to the shuttle on time and somehow I did manage to get my bike into the bike bag as it was ready to go when I “woke” up. We crammed 6 bodies and plenty of gear into an airport shuttle and we were off.
It was a very rewarding two weeks on many levels and an opportunity that I was very fortunate to have. Working with professional athletes is something that I have aspired to do for a long time but one of the great limiters is experience. How do you get that experience? Time and opportunities like the one I just enjoyed. I hope to be back next year, with another year of experience and some new techniques.
Best,
TH