This is how it feels to be last at Worlds.

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When Richmond was announced as the location for the 2015 Road World Championships, I slapped a RICHMOND 2015 sticker on the wall in front of the trainer as a motivator. It seemed like a long shot, but the thought of competing at Worlds in my home state - I could drive there in less time than it would take to watch a movie - was incomprehensibly awesome. Unfortunately, my dreams were grander than my results in the following years and it looked like I'd be drinking on the sidelines in Richmond. Then the idea of racing the team time trial (TTT) at Worlds came up last fall and my response was something along the lines of HERE TAKE MY ORGANS AND FIRSTBORN KID IN EXCHANGE. It seemed like an actual possibility and I spent many long rides last winter thinking that just maybe I was preparing to compete at Worlds. Things didn't go according to plan this year, though, and more and more it ...continue reading.

Apparently this is life

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In looking at this site the other day, I noticed that the page about the dogs has yet to be updated. How do I write Scout out of the plot here? It’s one thing to add a paragraph about Tanner and how he is so wonderful except for the part where I can now touch concrete through over a dozen holes in the bedroom carpet. It’s an entirely different matter to turn everything about Scout into the past tense and then cap his bio off with “…and now he’s dead.” I like to say it that way for the shock value; not for you, but for me. Something about putting it so bluntly makes it feel like bludgeoning myself over the head with a watermelon in a pillowcase. In the days right after he died, I’d say it over and over in different ways like some weird chant. “He’s dead. HE’s ...continue reading.

LinkedIn: Strava for Female Pros

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Yesterday was exhausting; a 3:15am alarm woke me in Logan, UT so I could get a 6am flight home out of Salt Lake City. By the time 10pm rolled around, I was cranky, borderline incoherent, and overly emotional about things like the dog wanting to pee on too many shrubs. It was an ideal night for an early bedtime, except that as 11pm came and went, I was on my LinkedIn page updating my profile to more accurately reflect my non-bicycle accomplishments. Or, summarized more honestly: to make it clear that I'M A BAWSS, YO. Frankly, I don't give two shits about LinkedIn. It's like Facebook but even less interesting because people don't overshare or rant inappropriately. I would rather watch my nails grow than review my LinkedIn newsfeed and fewer things elicit less excitement than finding out that a colleague wants to connect online. I hardly even want to connect with ...continue reading.

Putting the super in Superweek

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[caption id="attachment_6196" align="alignnone" width="600"] I needed a little break during the race.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6207" align="alignnone" width="600"] Michelle won bourbon bingo at dinner after the Gastown Grand Prix and earned a round of six shots for our table.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6201" align="alignnone" width="600"] These guys keep the pit sexy.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6202" align="alignnone" width="600"] Hanging out at team base before the Giro di Burnaby.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6203" align="alignnone" width="600"] Jessy was envious of my bloody arm, so she got one of her own.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6208" align="alignnone" width="600"] Out for another morning spin with the team. We paint with ALL the colors of the wind.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6206" align="alignnone" width="600"] The team at a pre-crit coffee stop.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6211" align="alignnone" width="600"] It seemed like a fun idea to let my teammate cut my hair before the White Rock crit. Yes, we are standing in front of a salon.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6200" align="alignnone" width="600"] One final evening at our lovely host house.[/caption] ...continue reading.

O Canada!

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[caption id="attachment_6178" align="alignnone" width="600"] One of the guys at the Polka Dot Jersey Bike Shop in Seattle was kind enough to lend me his bike for a few hours. It was great, but not nearly as cool as the helmet from 1992 I borrowed from our host's garage.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6182" align="alignnone" width="600"] I promised not to make jokes when it came time to cross the border, but when the border patrol officer asked why Zanna and I weren't staying together, "She snores," slipped out before I could filter. He was not amused.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6183" align="alignnone" width="600"] New kit, new bike, new van, same fun. Or as Kingery captioned this photo, "Look...a butterfly!"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6181" align="alignnone" width="600"] Oh right, I'm up here in Canada to race. Look! Racing![/caption] [caption id="attachment_6185" align="alignnone" width="600"] This photo brought to you in part by every color ever. I am crazy in love with these neon orange Vittoria ...continue reading.

New Kid on the Block

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We got another dog. I couldn't decide whether to say "I" or "we" there because while he is definitely our dog, the half-baked planning and dogged (zing!) obsessiveness around getting another Shiba Inu were all mine. Searching for another Shiba to adopt became my life's sole focus shortly after Scout died. Early on, people asked if we were going to get another one and I recoiled in horror at the very idea of trying to replace Scout. The body wasn't even cold yet! JESUS, PEOPLE. But then I found myself in the Pets section on Craigslist, looking for a dog to adopt. Also Petfinder, Adopt-a-Pet, Petango, various county/city animal shelters, SPCA sites, the Humane Society, and every Shiba Inu rescue group in America. It was psychotic; I'd search every site and then start all over again automatically because maybe the right dog had been listed since the last search...eleven minutes ago. ...continue reading.