DNS means "did not start." But really, it was more like: did not get out of car. I was pumped about this morning's race, but here's what happened... The directions to Siena Lake landed me in the middle of Broomfield with no course in sight. When Google maps said I had arrived at my destination, …
Feedback Cup: CX Race #3
Staring up at the sky, the taste of blood in my mouth, my heart hammering like a brick in my chest, I closed my eyes and let the world spin like vertigo. I’d just finished my third cyclocross race, winning my category for the second time. I draped my arm over my face, the crook …
“Every pedal stroke is a question mark.”
The podcast host was telling the audience about Super Flag, a painfully steep climb here in Boulder. The last kilometer gets so steep and the quads and the lungs burn so much that it feels almost impossible to reach the top without getting off the bike and walking. I know how that climb feels, and I’ve …
Schoolyard Cross: My Second Race
On the eve of my third race, I still haven’t written about my second. Here it is. I realized the second cyclocross race was when I started to have expectations. I was afraid of that. My first race was an afternoon of blissful ignorance; my only goal was to stay upright and finish in one …
Let It Be Enough. And Other Things I Thought At My Desk
Sometimes my mind wanders...here's where it went this afternoon: (1) One of my friends ran a marathon this weekend. An Internet friend. We’ve never met, but I know she’s the shit. She posted about it all over social media, and I loved following it. I was really excited for her because she was really excited …
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US Open of Cyclocross: My First Race!
It's rare to jump into a new sport at 29 years old, isn't it? We pick up things a little easier when we're younger: sports, languages, friendships. But. On Saturday morning, when I was hauling ass up a muddy set of stairs with my bike slung over my right shoulder in my very first cyclocross …
A Story of Starting Over: One Year In Boulder
The sun was setting, the temps were dropping quickly, and I’d just finished another beautiful run on my favorite Boulder Open Space trail. I hobbled back to my car, picked up my phone and called my cousin. I was still breathing hard, still sweating, and the bottoms of my feet were still humming. I wiped …
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Hiking The Arapaho Glacier Trail
Last week I received possibly the best early birthday present in the history of birthdays: an annual national park pass. It’s been on my list since I moved to Colorado almost exactly one year ago. I was so inspired by my gift that I scrapped the next day’s bike plans in favor of a long …
And, Suddenly, It’s Fall
It only took one freak drop in temps to get everyone all giddy about a new season, especially the riders. Out come the knee warmers, out come the wool socks, out come the windproof jackets, deep winter gloves, shoe covers, and snoods gathering dust in our closets. It's the best time of year, in my …
Push Picks x SEP 19 18: Today Is A Sick Day
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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