What happens at team camp now ends up on the Internet

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[caption id="attachment_4917" align="alignnone" width="819"] What makes me the happiest about this photo - other than seeing my team looking fierce in our new Colavita kits on our new Stradalli bikes - is realizing that it's January, I'm in shorts, and there are palm trees.[/caption] [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="560"] Here's me with Tom, the owner of our new bike sponsor, Stradalli Cycle. I'd say more here, but the picture is doing a far better job than I ever could.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_4914" align="alignnone" width="819"] Team Colavita rode out to support some of the Team Stradalli boys at a local crit. While we were there, we met some regional Colavita riders who agreed to jump in some photos with the team (although I hope that it wasn't too hard of a sell).[/caption] [caption id="attachment_4915" align="alignnone" width="819"] Cooking dinner with Colavita products at Tom's house. I can't think of better sponsors than Colavita and ...continue reading.

Prologue

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I'm in the air on the way to Fort Lauderdale, FL for team camp. People have spoken recently as if this marks the beginning of the season, but I'm not ready for that yet. This off season has been long and filled with challenges, but I'm not ready for it to be over. The beginning of the season means big things: nonstop travel, long stretches of time away from home, and expectations to perform. There's a time and place when all of that feels normal, but that's called the beginning of March. Nevertheless, this is the beginning of something. The same team but with new riders, new leadership, and new sponsors. It's comforting to have familiarity while exciting to have changes. At this point last year, I was a wide-eyed and eager neo-pro with no idea of what to expect. Showing up at camp felt like the first day of ...continue reading.

2013 Recap

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This retrospective post was supposed to have been written yesterday, the first day of the new year, but I was too busy wringing out my liver, collecting the car from where we'd left it the night before, and reflecting on how the first highlight of 2014 was a 2am tequila-sodden rendition of Moulin Rouge's "Elephant Love Medley" while my father-in-law drove Andrew and me home. Yes, I know all of the words by heart. Something important I learned in 9th grade has been forgotten to make room for this gem. So anyway, it's time to say goodbye to 2013. It went by fast, it was full of memorable moments, and it took my life in directions I never expected. Like Boise, ID or Tybee Island, GA or that emergency room an hour from team camp in Borrego Springs. There are too many high points to try to recall them all: moments ...continue reading.

An Unvarnished Life

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Somebody close to me questioned my choice to share some of my recent struggles here. This person couldn't understand why I'd want to broadcast this publicly and detract from what could otherwise be a nice image of a successful life. I was also asked if I'd thought about the impact on others in my life, if I'd considered that it might be uncomfortable for them to field questions or comments from concerned family members and friends. To be honest, I was terrified to open up about this to the world. What would it be like if everybody knew about this weakness? What would happen when I applied for a job or a spot on a team and the person evaluating me came across this part of my history? Would they think less of me? Would everybody think less of me? It took a lot of consideration. I wrote the initial ...continue reading.

And You Will Know Me By The Trail of Phlegm

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I came down with a disgusting and crippling cold this past Tuesday. Right after starting the day's ride, I began to feel badly and started coughing up green blobs shortly thereafter. Oh, are you eating? I'm sorry. At least I am not posting pictures. Things went downhill quickly, and I spent the afternoon/evening in bed feeling very sorry for myself. Yesterday wasn't an improvement; I did a short recovery spin on the trainer and otherwise tried to move as little as possible. My nose began running aggressively last night and I went through an entire roll of toilet paper blowing and wiping and sneezing. Despite a hefty dose of NyQuil, a sleeping pill, and a shot of whiskey, I slept like shit and spent the night tossing and turning while surrounded by rolls of toilet paper that kept getting lost in the sheets when I needed them most. I was ...continue reading.

On coming up for air

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Things have been better lately. You might think I'd have melted down over Thanksgiving, what with it being a holiday focused on food. Sure, there are themes of gratitude and family and sales on off-brand electronics, but all of these are commemorated with eating, which has the potential for disaster when you're a neurotic, anxiety-prone bulimic. (Side note: I LOATHE THAT WORD. It's right up there with "panties" and "Portugal" and "cockroach", the latter of which is so vile I can barely stand to see it in print.) To mitigate the urge to hugely overindulge on Thanksgiving itself, I made and snacked on extra versions of several of my favorite dishes in the preceding days, so when it came time for the big meal itself, I was less inclined to dive face first into all of the food. It was more like going to a strip club where half of ...continue reading.