It hasn’t rained as much as I would have liked, but I’m prepared to attack Barton with teeth bared.
The leaves are diving from the tree branches in droves now, forming big piles along the side of the road. Add water and you have a mushy leaf-slush I like to refer to as Raisin Bran. It’s […]
It’s safe to say that Molly Cameron is the sole reason that Sal and I are the ‘cross fanatics that we are. She probably doesn’t know this, but it’s true.
In 2006 I started reading her blog and eventually gave into the intrigue. It was the first place I’d read the word “cyclocross”. It was the […]
Breaking the bird’s neck seems like a bad omen but I remind myself that I believe neither in omens nor birds.
Still, when I feel the bone snap under me, my heart drops into my gut and my sentence stops inside my mouth, without bothering to find a period.
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"You’re in a slump. Put your kit on." Sal is standing in the bedroom holding my bibs.
I am laying on the big king bed holding my ugly doll with a pillow over my head: "I DONT WANT TO GO!"
That is only half true but I am throwing a tantrum so this has to be dramatic.
"Yes […]
You’re Not Going to Believe This But…
It is raining in Portland.
It has been raining in Portland all week.
I am as sick of writing that as you are of reading it, believe me.
During the winter the rain is a backdrop. As expected and unnoticed as waking up in the morning.
Training rides are not a question, just […]
I’ll admit it. I was mega-skeptical about this whole iron thing when it came up. It’s one of those things where one person tells you about something and then you start hearing it all over.
The iron buzz!! Get your iron checked! Everyone is doing it!
It all started last year when I met HG during ‘cross. […]
I have always complained about the way cycling is all-consuming. I complained about it in the beginning when I was a Cycling Widow and I will complain about it now that I am a Cycling Harlot.
It takes over everything. Everything.
The clothing - it must be constantly washed and cared for. The gear must be tuned, […]
At mile 54, Steve Brown rolls up to me with his big three million dollar grin.
"How ya feelin’?"
There is no room for pretense at this point, no room for bravado. I checked my ego at the door after the 26 mph "warmup".
"Steve. I am in so much pain. I want to chop my legs off […]
So much running and cycling. So many training rides, so many heart rate files.
My legs need time. They develop slower than I’d like. I push and push and push them to go farther, climb faster, do more. They ache all the time.
Their ache is my favorite sign of progress.
Indeed, as I build this base of […]
On Saturday I got back on the bike for real. I went out with a teammate to go long and slow. Long and steady. My training doesn’t usually call for LSD, so I was looking forward to ignoring the HR monitor and just riding.
I wanted to learn a new route, so I called on the […]
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