After a successful Levi’s Gran Fondo last year, I set my sights on the Whistler Gran Fondo as my big riding goal for 2019. I spent every Saturday all summer riding up all the biggest hills around, usually in succession, usually alone. This weekend the event itself capped off the summer of dedicated training.
I borrowed a car from Mom, drove up to Vancouver, and spent Friday by myself, first figuring out all the logistics of where to get my packet, where was my hotel, etc. The drive went well, except for driving in Vancouver, which stressed me out. After I had acquired my packet and checked in to my
rather seedy affordable hotel, I found a grocery store and acquired oatmeal and yogurt. They had some really strange oatmeal flavors.