A Month with Team Colavita in Photos

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[caption id="attachment_5084" align="alignnone" width="600"] Mary and I showing just how hardcore we are(n't) in our Rudy Project skull sunglasses before the Sunny King crit.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_5083" align="alignnone" width="600"] The view from the Team Colavita service course at our house on the Blue Ridge Parkway. There is not an inch of flat terrain in that region. NOT A SINGLE FREAKING INCH.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_5085" align="alignnone" width="600"] We believe in representing our sponsors in a dignified and professional manner.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_5088" align="alignnone" width="600"] Headed into Charlotte for the weekend to do some crits.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_5089" align="alignnone" width="600"] Andrew and I were able to be together in Charlotte to celebrate our 6-month wedding anniversary. Despite having race obligations, we were able to take a moment to celebrate by having a massive pile of Italian food and a coffee date.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_5086" align="alignnone" width="600"] A string of bad luck was punctuated (ha!) by a flat tire that left ...continue reading.

Learning Experiences From Today’s 4-Hour Ride

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1. Pack more food than you think you'll need. Carrying an extra gel that goes unused is not a hardship when the alternative is spending 3.5 hours wishing you had more food while looking at trash on the side of the road to see if it contains any scraps. 2. When you stop at a water fountain, test to see if it works before chugging the last of your water. 3. Bring money. There is never a bad time to have $5 in your pocket, especially when you are an hour from home with no food or water. 4. Use the 'pull your bibs to the side and squat' method only if you want to soak your shorts and glove in pee.

The flogging will continue until bliss resumes

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I was at a dinner party a few weeks ago and ended up in conversation with a girl I've always admired. While I was stuffing cookies in my face like there might not be food again (literally, I threw up a little in my mouth from being so full and then ate three more, nothing wrong here), she was telling me about doing hot yoga at a studio nearby and how it has really helped her both physically and mentally. Suddenly it came to me: I had to do hot yoga. Right then. Or at least as soon as possible. That translated to the following afternoon, several hours after finishing an incredibly cold, uncomfortable 3.5 hour ride. That's a good time to try a 90-minute hot vinyasa yoga class, right? I prepared by Googling "yoga tips" and reading them while eating the last third of a jar of Nutella. Armed ...continue reading.

Things my dog thought would be helpful this week

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1. It is cold outside, so I took off half my fur and spread it around the floor so we can all be warm. 2. You might not know that the Comcast technician is here since he just knocked on the door, so I will howl and growl. 3. Did you know that he is still here? I know. I will bark incessantly to make sure you know, too. 4. I have been barking and howling for twenty minutes and you do not seem to notice, so I will poop on the rug because then you will notice that the Comcast technician is still here and I have feelings about this. 5. I've seen you regularly inspecting the hole I've picked in the carpet, so I have made it bigger just for you. 6. You have brought out the vacuum and this is a bad thing, so I will whine ...continue reading.

Observations from the Trainer

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The trainer has a bad reputation. I'd know; I've spent a solid chunk of time this winter on Twitter perpetuating it. It's an easy target: the trainer is boring, uncomfortable, sweaty, and tedious. It's cycling distilled to the pure mechanics, absent most of the camaraderie, competition, and stimulation that comes from riding outside. I say most because there is something unifying about sharing the misery of a trainer workout with somebody else, be it physically or only through commiserating. There's also some perverse thrill in comparing sufferfests: "You did two hours? I did four." For the record, I have never ridden four hours on the trainer. I don't hate myself enough for that. My historical max is 2.5 hours, at which point I basically wanted to get off and slam my head in the door a few times for a fun diversion. But for all the complaints, the trainer deserves ...continue reading.

Sisterhood of the Traveling Leftover Fish

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[caption id="attachment_4943" align="alignnone" width="819"] This is the 2014 version of the Colavita/Fine Cooking photo shoot we did at camp last year. Since I became violently ill less than an hour after the photo was taken that time, I was more than happy to sit back and provide creative direction this time around. Plus it was fun to see how long we could get Lenore to pretend to cut an onion.[/caption] [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="576"] Team Colavita out for a final spin at the end of camp. We stopped by Flywheel to support our director, Jame, as he was participating in a class.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_4933" align="alignnone" width="759"] Representing in our Stradalli/Jaco tee shirts while out on the town. Apparently I messed up the photo by being the only one in shorts with legs exposed. Dude, it's January and warm enough for shorts. WHY WOULD I WEAR PANTS.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_4935" align="alignnone" width="614"] ...continue reading.