"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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Cross of the North + A Weekend With My Dad
The last time my dad was in Colorado, he was riding his bike across the United States with my mom. That was 35 years ago, so, it’s been awhile. My mom and dad planned to visit together, spend a long weekend in Boulder and watch me race bikes in Fort Collins. I asked them to …
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CX Race #4: DNS
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, …
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 …
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 …
Escape Route
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 …
Feeling Like A Kid Again
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 …
I’m Here For Happiness & Singletrack
My mom called me from the car one afternoon. She does that when she has a long drive ahead, going or coming from a work trip. It’s always a good time for us to catch up because we have each other’s full attention. I do it, too. Like mother like daughter. “I’m focusing on happiness …
