Do you feel that?
It’s a lull. It’s a big-assed lull.
It’s like the holidays hit and then passed and then dried up and now we’re here with this wind and that flooding.
I wake up in the middle of the night and there is a bar room brawl in the tree branches above me. Violent. This weather […]
Daniel Wakefield Pasley has a three-inch icicle hanging from the bill of his cycling cap. Really. I wish I was kidding. Actually, I wish that it was my icicle. On my cap.
Daniel is the umpteenth person that Sal and I run into while making our way across town and into Forest Park. We find Dave […]
On Going to the Dark Side
Power training? Really?
Yep, really.
There are forces at battle within me. The emotional side of me loves the uncalculated, un-analyzed raw execution of sport: we are not equations and we should not be reduced to a set of numbers laid out on charts, mapped in graphs, and pored over for hours […]
I’m a bit behind posting boot camp diary entries publicly, but I’ve been keeping them tucked away for a winter day and I’m pretty sure that tonight qualifies… brrrr.
Molly finished her ascent to applause and cheering. She was the last of the group to climb the long set of slippery cement stairs, and the rest […]
I am going to write this now, while I can still type.
Because I’m pretty sure that tomorrow morning I will wake up unable to move my arms or use my trunk to get out of bed. Sal will have to spoon feed me my daily quota of broccoli and grilled chicken, while I wait to […]
I spent most of 2007 waking up between 4:30 and 5:10am and heading off to Portland Adventure Bootcamp. I’d found the program by doing an internet search after hearing about the concept from a midwestern cyclocrosser.
When I went that January, I was at the end of my rope. I was working 70-80 hours a week […]
The online version of this Sunday’s column is already up over at Oregon Live. If you get the paper and want to check out the print version, it will run in tomorrow’s edition in the Outdoors section, which is in Travel.
Regular readers with long memories will notice that this is a blog entry that I […]
My approach is all backwards, but my standard M.O. is to party all ‘cross season and then suddenly dig my heels in and bring the whole overindulgence thing to a screeching halt.
I tend to be all-in or all-out. It’s one or the other. People say, “Just have one beer.” and I think to myself, “Who […]
Nothing like a little Fecal Cyclocross to close out the Crusade, eh?
As a self-proclaimed mud connoisseur, I’m going to proclaim the Hillsboro Crap Corral officially disgusting. Yet strangely intriguing. Earthy, piquant, and ripe.
This week’s race report is up over at Wend. Enjoy!
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Cyclocross season is party time for me. Beer, bikes, babes and whiskey. It’s my favorite time of the year. I love it.
But all that partying really takes a toll, man. I’m tired! And I look like hell! And Sal has started calling me “Janice” again (this is a Goodfella’s reference). That’s never a good thing.
So […]
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