The Women of XO Communications p/b Cisco

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The boys of XO Communications p/b Cisco are legendary around MABRA - there's a lot of talent in our region, but when they roll up to a ride or race, you know you're in for a hard day. But much like Sears has a softer side, there's a tender side to the brawn and grit of the men. No, not Tim Brown; he moved away. I'm talking about the women of XO Racing. It started with Monika Sattler at the beginning of 2011, grew when Lindsay Bayer joined a year ago, and continued with the addition of Ky Hunter at the end of 2011. Now we're gearing up to begin an aggressive season of racing NRC/NCC races with some stops at MABRA events and we're excited to race hard, work together, and represent our awesome sponsors. Monika Sattler Tell us a little about yourself. Originally from Germany, I came to the States ...continue reading.

Hoping the road to greatness is paved with fun-size candy bars

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I just made fancy hot chocolate; real dark chocolate chunks melted with caramel and sea salt, topped with whipped cream. It's good - not as delicious as the Artfully Chocolate version I'm trying to replicate - but still enjoyable. Also, I hate myself for drinking it. This is happening while I am drinking it. Sip, loathe, sip. This drink is fattening and sugary and rich and all I did for exercise today was some core work and a recovery ride. Yet all I can think about is eating more whipped cream and sticking my finger in the jar of caramel. I probably will and then regret it even more. The other day, I was filled with regret before I'd even put the first cookie in my mouth...and then I ate two and despised myself for the next four hours. I am not good at self control. That's funny to say, because ...continue reading.

With Great Horsepower Comes Great Responsibility

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For as long as I can remember, my father has driven a BMW. Even as a little girl, I knew The Rules of riding in his car: (1) no feet on the seats, (2) no food/drink, (3) no slamming the door, (4) only use the door handle when closing the door from the outside, and (5) don't touch any buttons except the seat heater control. I credit my mother's presence for being the only reason I wasn't left on the side of the highway when I was around eight years old and threw up in the backseat on the way home from Thanksgiving dinner. It's understood that nobody drives his car except him; my mother and I joke that if he were periously wounded, he'd rather walk to the hospital than let one of us drive his car there. We laugh because it's true. Or so I thought. A few years ...continue reading.

The Things You Never See Coming

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A few years back, I was in a car that was rear-ended by a drunk driver. It was a weeknight and the driver was a middle-aged woman who worked at a big accounting firm; I'm sure she thought she was fine to drive and that nothing would happen. But things did happen, and the night ended with her teenage son arriving to see her in handcuffs in a squad car on her way to jail. I still think about that and vow to be extra cautious about driving after having any alcohol, but in the moment, after a few glasses of wine, I generally think, "I'm fine to drive. Nothing will happen." And so far it hasn't, but that doesn't mean it won't. I deleted Facebook off my iPhone recently to cut back on time spent absorbing random details about other peoples' lives and replaced it with a news app. ...continue reading.