final farewell to chula vista

Goodbye palm trees!  Goodbye mild weather!  Goodbye Pacific waters!  Goodbye surfboards and sun bleached hair!  And finally, adios Olympic Training Center, Chula Vista, CA!

After many years of training in Chula Vista, it’s now time to pack-up for good.  There is no leaving behind a suitcase at a teammates house, a bike locked up onsite or a mattress in storage.  This time, it all has to go!

It’s a bittersweet moment; a little sad and also invigorating.  After all, how could I feel anything but excited when the Olympics are nearing and my moment to be reunited with my family is just around the bend.  Both events get my blood pumping.

As I sit and look around my empty bedroom, I think about all the hours spent in Chula Vista over the course of a decade.  Yes, I said it “decade”… oh, how I hate to date myself.

I started coming to Chula Vista as a member of the U21 National Team when I was just 18 years old.  I remember my first rode trip out west, all alone and extremely nervous about what was ahead.

I was in college and flew into the San Diego Airport late at night.  Around midnight, I was transported to the Olympic Training Center by a blue shuttle bus and prepaid driver.  He started heading south on the freeway and I anxiously peered out the back window.   After all, I had never been in California before.  I wanted to know if it was just like in the movies.

Ten minutes had passed and we exited onto a two lane, very dark road.  I could no longer see anything out the window.  I thought the surrounding seemed strange and could not imagine where this training center was located.  We continued down the pitch-black road for nearly fifteen minutes and we were still nowhere near any sign of habitation.  Now my heart was racing and I was sure the driver was taking me to Mexico to abduct me.  I was beginning to sweat.

Sure enough, around the dark roads we traveled and eventually pulled up to a beautiful gate that read “Olympic Athlete Entrance”

It is still the same gate I go through today.  But, now the scenery along the way is much different.  The two-lane road has turned into a four and sometimes six-lane freeway.  It is illuminated with bright lights and packed with homes and numerous shopping centers.

This part of the world has grown ten-fold over the last fourteen years.  I hope to one-day return with my family and show the boys where Mommy spent her years on the hockey pitch.

Until then, I wish everyone at the OTC all the best.  And, thank you very much for creating such a wonderful training environment for so many years!

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