It is hard to describe the sensation of being home after such an incredible experience in Spain. My new comfort zone had become the Camino de Santiago and Boise was now the area outside of my boundaries. After one night in my memory foam mattress, sleeping in bunks became a distant memory. I lost a total of 18 pounds on the trail, so none of my pants can be worn in public. Fortunately, there is a very old pair of skinny jeans that were hanging in my closet. To my surprise, they actually looked a little baggy. This was an obvious excuse to ramp up my ice-cream habit. Coffee con leche had become such an integral part of my day so I ordered a Breville Barista Express from Amazon. Upon arrival, it certainly stacks up against the baristas in Spain. Having access to a motor vehicle was another new adventure that had been nonexistent for a month. One of the biggest changes was having so much access to restaurants and groceries.
To give my body some much needed rest, I took a few days off from the gym. When I finally returned to my old stomping grounds, it was readily apparent that my entire upper body had lost lots of muscle mass. I began the rebuilding process using very small quantities of weights. My heaviest amounts were my former warm up quantities. I did notice a few strange stares from my regular friends at Axiom Gym. The double takes were based on the fact that 18 pounds were left in Spain.
Due to weather issues, I was not able to ride my mountain bike for the first week. When the perfect day arrived, the outing was one of the best ever. In Spain, I had complete solitude and was completely in touch with nature. Working out in the gym was chaotic and busy. Returning to the empty hills on my trusted Gary Fisher 29er reunited me with the peace found on the Camino. My pace was a bit slower and I made sure to stay completely in the moment. I did not care about what was going to happen after my ride. The moment was the ride. I hope to incorporate this concept into all aspects of my post-Camino life.