The more I’m working in and exploring Denver, the more I’m realizing that I really wrote that city off for awhile. When I first moved to Colorado and got settled in Louisville and then Boulder, I didn’t make the trip to Denver that often. I worked in RiNo (the trendy River North Art District near …
Weekend Riding: Rapha Boulder x Day In Hell Ride
Honestly, it was probably only a day in hell for my friend, Zeb, who pulled me the last 30 miles of our 80-mile ride on the gravel roads in and around Boulder. I cracked hard halfway through and he stuck with me as I fought each pedal stroke. But we’ll get to that in a …
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Coffee Chat: One Month At My New Job
I'm just sitting here drinking coffee on a sunshiney Sunday morning thinking about my first month at my new job. I'm fueling up before Rapha's 80-mile Day In Hell Ride following Paris-Roubaix. I'm nervous and excited! Grab a cup and read up if you'd like. So, Friday, April 12, 2019 marked one month at my new job …
Hiking North Table Mountain: Golden, CO
I probably pass five or six trailheads on my commute home from Denver to Boulder—visible ones from the road with parking lots and pay stations and everything. If we’re including trailheads I can’t see or have to drive a few miles out of the way for, there have to be hundreds. And I think one …
Running, Currently: I Dropped :30 Per Mile
For the past two weeks, my early morning runs began the same way: At 5:21 a.m. my blaring alarm knocks me out of a glorious sleep coma. I hit SNOOZE 2x but don’t actually fall back asleep. At 5:44 a.m. I swing my tired legs out from under three warm blanket layers and over the side …
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Into The Mountains: Gravel Ride to Gold Hill
Maybe someone somewhere up there knew my friend needed a friend this weekend and that I was the friend he needed. I don’t necessarily subscribe to those kinds of beliefs, but I felt something. On Friday evening a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile messaged me on Instagram. His message wasn’t related to biking, but …
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It’s Just A Season: More Snow, A New Job
Well, we woke up to more snow this morning. I watch the weather. I knew it was coming. But, honestly, I’m sick for those sunshiney mid-60s days where the sun dances into the sky at 6 a.m. and doesn’t set for the night until after 7 p.m. My legs are antsy. My skin is a …
RCC Boulder Christmas Party: A Yes
"What time are you getting to Rapha?" I texted my co-worker while I was sitting in my car around the corner from Rapha. It was 5:45 p.m., just 15 minutes before our RCC Christmas party started. I knew 80% of the guest list. I know what they do for a living, I know their families …
Gravel Roads + Pastries Lately
One week (and a couple days later) my mud-splattered glasses are still sitting on my desk. My filthy gravel bike caked in dirt is still sitting in the basement. They're reminders of how great the past few group gravel rides were...and I'm tempted to just leave them that way. Thanksgiving was the first. One of …
Off Weekend: Running, Hiking, Ordering Takeout
I didn’t race this past weekend. Not because I’m over it and not because I’ve lost the fire, but because I just needed a break. My race typically lasts just 40-48 minutes, which might not sound long, but if you’ve ever started and finished a cyclocross race, you know it can feel like a firey …
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