I failed. I failed to do the Kokopelli in a day. The endurance mountain bike community is small. And the female faction of that even smaller. The women who have accomplished the 143 mile Kokopelli Trail from Moab to Fruita in one day are world class athletes and competitors. And I wanted to stand with […]
“I read somewhere… how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong… to measure yourself at least once.” ― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild.
“I don’t believe you have to be better than everybody else. I believe you have to be better than you ever thought you could be.”
Prologue: Winning is sometimes bittersweet.
“I can follow a recipe,” I tell them. I’m not auditioning for a restaurant. I’m talking about my ability to follow a plan. And I’m looking for a personal coach. “I believe your FTP is close to 150 – don’t panic!” my new coach writes. Me panic? I’m not panicking. I knew exactly what my power was. […]
RME – Battle of the Bear: It was the third race in the series, a redo from the original day that got rained out. We originally started in a downpour, then they called the race off. The redo was hot, dry, with ominous clouds threatening over the mountains. I shot to the front and had a […]
I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to write to you sooner. I just didn’t know what to say. I actually promised that I’d write to you as part of a bet… in January… but the words weren’t there. And, I wasn’t certain where I was going with this. I’ve said that I’m for women’s cycling, but yet I […]
Test. Test. Test…. Anybody out there? Maintaining a blog might almost be as hard as finishing a whole season of Cyclocross. At least I was able to finish the Cross season. But only just. When I last wrote the season had two weeks to go and I was wondering where my Grrr had gone and […]
Grrrr Grrrr Grrrr GRrrrr I’m not sure what exactly happened. I wasn’t precisely sure that something was wrong. But I knew I felt…funny. And not in the ha-ha sense.
The holeshot. It’s like a unicorn carrying a pot of gold, snorting rainbows out of its nose. It’s a magic door à la Alice in Wonderland or Narnia. And it’s a small door. And if the Socks can get me through it “just so…” I’ll end up on the podium.