These are a few of my favorite things

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Over the past six weeks, I spent a lot of time living with a family in Yucaipa, CA that were old friends of our team director. You may know them as the family with the pig. While I fell in love with the pig instantly, it didn't take much longer to become deeply attached to the entire family. Jamie, Pete, and their three daughters started to feel like my own family and I spent so long there that I'm probably one step shy of being added to the mortgage. It was a privilege to spend so much time with them, to join in family dinners, do school and sports practice pick-ups and drop-offs, and to feel like I had found a home on the opposite side of the country. I've missed them since the moment I drove away last week and cannot wait to go back. [caption id="attachment_6095" align="alignnone" width="600"] My home away ...continue reading.

Tucson –> San Dimas –> Redlands

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[caption id="attachment_6032" align="alignnone" width="400"] On the drive from Tucson to San Dimas, Courteney realized what I meant when I said the Civic was basic.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6033" align="alignnone" width="600"] Suzanna flew into California to join us in racing San Dimas. We had a lovely evening spin previewing the San Dimas TT course, which would have been my favorite ever if it didn't go uphill for 4.25 miles.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6034" align="alignnone" width="600"] Courteney struggled with the idea of turning 24 last month or, as she put it, getting old. Dude, I have shirts older than that.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6029" align="alignnone" width="600"] This is what really happens when girls go wild.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6028" align="alignnone" width="600"] The three of us had quite a bit of fun at San Dimas. From the racing to the adventures at our Airbnb house, the laughs never stopped. Okay, so there wasn't actually much laughing during the racing. Maybe just some barfing and a few ...continue reading.

Pepper Palace: Your #1 Source for Awesome Sauce

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Andrew arrived in Tucson just over a week ago. I was nervously primping (because even though he's stuck with me for life, I don't need to make him regret that decision) when my roommate asked, "Do you have any clothes that aren't for cycling or the gym?" No. I have mascara and sweatpants. When he arrived, it was a whirlwind of activity for three straight days. I wanted to show him my favorite places around town (Stella Java, La Estrella Bakery, Mt. Lemmon, Time Market, Le Buzz...hmm, this list is rather food-heavy) and we also had to get all of the team bikes ready for camp. By "we", I mean "Andrew" while I spectated and offered helpful suggestions like, "How's my TT bike coming along? Will you be done soon? When can we go eat?" And then in no time at all, we were driving with Julie in a caravan towards the Phoenix airport to collect ...continue reading.

PTSD from that time my parents tried to kill me with fish

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About six weeks ago, my parents invited Andrew and me over for Sunday dinner. "I'm marinating hamburgers and a salmon burger for you," my father said excitedly. Then they cancelled a few hours before, because they do not love their only child. Dinner was rescheduled for the following Sunday. "I'm still marinating those hamburgers," my father said. "They'll be so flavorful!" We gathered for dinner; everybody ate their beef burgers while I had my salmon patty (which had been marinated and cooked separately). It was flavorful: brimming with the delicious flavor of fish. Nobody else tried the salmon. The next evening, I started feeling badly. I crawled into bed early, hoping it would pass, but soon became horribly ill. To briefly and non-graphically summarize the subsequent five hours: I exploded and begged for death to come take me away. Andrew watched sympathetically, because marriage means you cannot run screaming when your spouse is ...continue reading.

You made my dreams come true so here are some nice socks

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This trip has already been amazing - while I've written about many of the wonderful moments here, there is so much more that has been left unsaid. I feel like a different person than I was a month ago. Happier, lighter, more confident, more relaxed. I've met so many new people and dropped into so many different places and lives. It's give me a chance to let go of many of the bad habits and dead weight I was carrying around at home. Instead of wishing my life were something bigger or feeling angry that it's not more like I'd hoped, I'm getting the opportunity to make it everything I've ever wanted. Holy shit, that feels good. I feel so lucky to have this be my life right now. It's not all luck, though. I have people - my parents, my coach, my friends and teammates - who are making this possible and ...continue reading.

Lindsay Goes West

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I made a list of my favorite people last night. Who does that?! It’s weird. To review the people in your life and pick the ones you love the most. It feels ridiculous, like I'm in third grade trying to decide who should be invited to my birthday party. But the list just popped into my head because I knew without hesitation who I'd want to have at my birthday party sharing my cake. I knew because I've spent the last few weeks preparing to say goodbye to everybody around me and when I think about these people, my cake people, it physically hurts to let go, even though it's just for now. I'm getting in my car today - in a moment, actually - and driving to Arizona. By next Friday, I need to be in Phoenix. There I'll ride with my team, race Valley of the Sun, and settle down ...continue reading.