In The Wild

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It's my off season from cycling and because rest is challenging, I've been running for fun. Other than the constant joint aches and slight limp, it's great! Highly recommend. I flew out to Colorado last night for a friend's wedding and decided to start today with a nice brisk jog. It went really well for the first minute and then the shooting pains started in my back and I had to revert to an aggressive power walk. It was discouraging - who wants to walk for exercise?! - but then the road turned from pavement to gravel to dirt and my interest was piqued. When I hit a NO TRESPASSING - GOVERNMENT PROPERTY sign, I knew shit was about to get real. My best moments in life have involved prohibitive signage. A little over an hour of hiking and climbing later, I was at the summit. It was incredible. So much beauty and solitude...so ...continue reading.

Putting the super in Superweek

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[caption id="attachment_6196" align="alignnone" width="600"] I needed a little break during the race.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6207" align="alignnone" width="600"] Michelle won bourbon bingo at dinner after the Gastown Grand Prix and earned a round of six shots for our table.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6201" align="alignnone" width="600"] These guys keep the pit sexy.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6202" align="alignnone" width="600"] Hanging out at team base before the Giro di Burnaby.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6203" align="alignnone" width="600"] Jessy was envious of my bloody arm, so she got one of her own.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6208" align="alignnone" width="600"] Out for another morning spin with the team. We paint with ALL the colors of the wind.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6206" align="alignnone" width="600"] The team at a pre-crit coffee stop.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6211" align="alignnone" width="600"] It seemed like a fun idea to let my teammate cut my hair before the White Rock crit. Yes, we are standing in front of a salon.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6200" align="alignnone" width="600"] One final evening at our lovely host house.[/caption] ...continue reading.

O Canada!

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[caption id="attachment_6178" align="alignnone" width="600"] One of the guys at the Polka Dot Jersey Bike Shop in Seattle was kind enough to lend me his bike for a few hours. It was great, but not nearly as cool as the helmet from 1992 I borrowed from our host's garage.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6182" align="alignnone" width="600"] I promised not to make jokes when it came time to cross the border, but when the border patrol officer asked why Zanna and I weren't staying together, "She snores," slipped out before I could filter. He was not amused.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6183" align="alignnone" width="600"] New kit, new bike, new van, same fun. Or as Kingery captioned this photo, "Look...a butterfly!"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_6181" align="alignnone" width="600"] Oh right, I'm up here in Canada to race. Look! Racing![/caption] [caption id="attachment_6185" align="alignnone" width="600"] This photo brought to you in part by every color ever. I am crazy in love with these neon orange Vittoria ...continue reading.

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.

Happier than a pig in Redlands.

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Our host family in Redlands has a pig. A tiny, five-week-old pink pig. Her cuteness is almost too much to bear at times. She waddles around, wags her tail, grunts a lot, and always wants to climb into your lap and fall asleep. She drives us all to distraction: nobody rode bikes yesterday. I tried to do corework but ended up holding the pig for 90 minutes instead. If photographing the pig was a sport, I'd be an Olympian by now. But then Courteney put her in my room this morning and stepped out for a moment, and the pig pooped aggressively under the bed. It was messy and disastrous and required a good bit of clean up. The pig wasn't looking so clean herself and badly needed a rinse to be restored to her glowing pink self. Somehow I found myself holding the tiny pig in the kitchen sink trying to ...continue reading.