Remember Push Picks...? Let’s revive this series. I just accidentally typed suck day. That, too. I’m never sick! At least not while living in Colorado. Back in Florida, I was sick a lot. A lot, a lot. I probably used up all my sick days in a couple months each year. Thank goodness for my …
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BANG! BANG! BANG BANG BANG! On Friday night I laid in bed way up in the loft of our lake house and listened to the acorns fall from the trees, crack against the roof just a few feet above me then crunch into the leaves below me. Over and over. So I closed my eyes …
This. This is the Colorado I imagined as I drove mile after boring highway mile on my journey from Florida to Colorado last October. I’d never been before, but these snow-covered mountains—even in the summer—these thick green forests, and the rocky, rushing streams are what I expected to find when I planted roots in my …
I could tell my mom didn’t want to talk to me. I could tell she didn’t want to pick up the phone and talk to me right when she said her usual hello, sweetie. And I got it. I understood. The heartbreak in her voice...I could feel it. There were more sighs than usual and …
Other than a few nights ago—when I was alone too long, when I was overtired, drowning in freelance deadlines, and missing my sweet little apartment in Florida—when I broke down in tears over failed relationships and the uncertain path I'm on now... other than all that, I'm happy with where I'm at. Things have really turned …
Twelve hours before I was riding bikes up a mountain in Denver with 50 new friends, I was laying in bed texting a friend about whether or not he thought I could actually do it. Sometimes I need someone who knows me on a bike to laugh in my face and text me back with …
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Twice in the past week a friend has told me, “You inspired me to do XYZ…” Before I moved to Colorado, I don’t think someone told me that twice in three years. Co-workers might’ve said it in passing after I’d had an especially long training run or ride, but it wasn’t as special because these …
I had to Google my own blog to find out where I left off. August 6, 2018. It's been awhile. So here we are with a biking and living update slash story for the three people that read this thing. Big shouts to you, three people. You’re some of my favorite three people. Those updates …
I came to Colorado a road rider. A pavement junkie. Rim brakes and all carbon everything. Florida isn't exactly a mountain biking or off-road riding mecca. The few trails I explored were by foot and mostly in my D2 collegiate running days. They were fairly short, very sandy, completely flat, and crowded with runners. Mountain bikers …
Speaking of all the things I didn’t write about but meant to day after day and week after week. July 4th. On July 3rd I flew to my family’s lake house in New Jersey, but the trip wasn’t without delays and frustrations—a good thing gone bad before the thing even got started. As per usual …
