The way to San Jose
Today brought us across the pond for our attempt at the RKC II certification in California.
Thanks to everyone for the messages of support – we’ll do our best to fulfil your expectations.
Our journey from London to San Francisco went about as well as it could, but 11 hours in a seat still drag. We attracted a few glances as we ‘chopped & popped’ in the aisle to keep our legs loose. I expect the lucky few in first class had a kettlebell area to use, but it was sadly lacking in economy. Must drop a note to Branson about that.
Once we landed, unfortunately, the driver taking us to our hotel didn’t know the way to San Jose [insert your own musical punchline here...]. In a wonderful example of deflection he was even a little miffed that we didn’t either. Darn ignorant tourists!
Eventually the sat-nav delivered us safely & we’re now settled into our twelfth floor home for the next few days. Fortunately, there’s an ice machine just across the hallway so we can soothe our fiery hands after a hard day’s study.
After a travel-weary wander around the city centre we discovered why the streets were surprisingly quiet – everyone was eating in Original Joe’s, the Italian diner a block from our door. So, we joined them & after a day of airline food, greatly enjoyed our first American meal of the trip. For those who haven’t had the pleasure of eating States-side, let me assure really you it doesn’t take long to solve the riddle of the American obesity epidemic.
The weight we have to press for the RKC standard on Friday is dependent on bodyweight: 50% for men & 25% for women. My aim is to dip under the 84kg mark so I have to lift the 40kg bell & not the 44kg. Claire can comfortably press well above her requirement so greatly enjoyed her voluminous steak, knowing I had to watch my calories.
Never mind, I have a sneaking suspicion I won’t starve.
