Aspen: Acknowledging each lovely vista with a snack

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[caption id="attachment_3360" align="alignnone" width="400"] This shouldn't need a caption. It's The Pizza at the Denver airport. Five minutes after this photo was taken, this box was empty and I was eyeing my carry-on's potential to hold another.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_3361" align="alignnone" width="400"] Riding up Maroon Bells with the Susan G. Komen Ride for the Cure. This would have been the TT course for the stage race, but I was happy soft-pedaling up while taking photos and stopping to harass wildlife. Marmots are just asking to be hugged.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_3362" align="alignnone" width="400"] My Aspen Valley Hospital teammates Amber and Abby rocking the ride.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_3363" align="alignnone" width="400"] The view was breathtaking. No, wait, that was the lack of oxygen at the high altitude. But the view was still awesome.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_3364" align="alignnone" width="400"] Apparently Abby was so moved by the ride with Amber that, upon reaching Maroon Bells, she proposed against a ...continue reading.

This One Time, At USA Cycling Talent ID Camp

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It's been a while since I've written here. Things got a little chaotic in life and I lost my voice, so to speak (although not my taste for bad puns). At first I just didn't have time to write, then I was distracted by the things happening, and then I had a lot of feelings that were not blog-friendly, unless this blog were retitled, "Times I Have Held A Serious, Exhausting Grudge That Is Refueled On A Near-Daily Basis." The good news is that throughout this period of being unable to find words to share a lot of what is going on, the bike is still making me happy. Sure, I had some boring-ass rides before I went off to Colorado, rides where I slogged around the same local roads watching the minutes crawl by, but even despite some minor mental burnout, I'm still deeply in love with the bike. ...continue reading.

In Which The Light Dawns

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I had a life-changing revelation the other night and I keep meaning to do a post about it, but every time I sit down to write, somehow that turns into sprawling on the couch watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy. This feels lazy and bad in theory, except that my body is bordering on dead from all the riding lately and I think the couch time counts as recovery. It just sucks that the fridge doesn't deliver. But back to my revelation. The last time I posted, I was all dark and anxious and moments from putting my furniture in the dumpster in a quest for clarity. And then, while lying in bed late on Saturday night, it popped into my head: I have been desperately seeking the answer to the wrong question. The question that matters is not, "How can I get a pro contract?" The only question that matters ...continue reading.

The Juice: Undetermined As To Whether It Is Indeed Worth The Squeeze

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Whenever I think about making a plan, I immediately think "a man a plan a canal Panama" because it involves the word 'plan' and is a fascinating palindrome. It bothers me that "palindrome" is not a palindrome itself. Also, whenever anybody says "15 minutes" in any context, I can't help but parrot, "15 minutes could save you 15% or more on car insurance." It used to be something I would do impulsively, but now I do it because I've been doing it impulsively for so long that to stop would feel like breaking tradition. Whatever Geico is paying The Martin Agency, it's probably not enough. This is my brain on stress. My life is currently a series of what we popularly call "first world problems". (Add to that list an apparent inability to generate a thought that did not come from the Internet.) I want a pro cycling contract. To ...continue reading.

Life in a Day

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7:00am: My iPhone alarm goes off, bringing to a screeching halt a disturbing dream in which I try to ride my bike through neck-deep mud. Excessive post-ride hydration from previous night means I have to pee, pangs of hunger are starting, and yet...snooze button. 7:09am: Why nine minutes, Apple? Why not an even number?? I am awake. Time to roll out of bed and hit the floor, literally, for the thrice-weekly core work routine of push-ups, back extensions, and some Pilates. 7:38am: Words With Friends, Facebook, Twitter...an exercise routine that would take 15 minutes of uninterrupted effort stretches out impressively with the distractions of an iPhone and a healthy dose of avoidance. 7:54am: I have packed the refrigerator into a plastic bag under the guise of 'lunch' and am sitting down to eat the same breakfast I have eaten every day for years. Two eggs, whole wheat toast, homemade latte, ...continue reading.

It’s never a bad idea to jump into a pool in your clothes

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[caption id="attachment_3135" align="alignnone" width="400" caption="Yesterday was my first attempt at motor pacing; today was my first try riding with a radio. Tomorrow I enter the Tour de France."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_3136" align="alignnone" width="400" caption="Mid-ride tea party on the side of the road."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_3137" align="alignnone" width="400" caption="When chicks get together to ride, we stop to save turtles and take photos. Not pictured: pillow fighting, nail polishing."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_3138" align="alignnone" width="400" caption="I was on my way to the shower and somehow ended up in the pool in my clothes."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_3139" align="alignnone" width="400" caption="My fellow campers are not ones to sit out a good time. We even had bubbles."][/caption]