So, something happened. But wait, first…my parents were in town! They flew in Friday night to spend the weekend with me in Colorado and to watch me race on Saturday and to give me the hugs I’ve missed so much. I spent half the weekend entertaining and the other having convincing them they should move …
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 …
