“I have a bad habit of continually striving to be better at the cost of enjoying what I have achieved. I’ll try to be more mindful of that.” I wrote that recently to my coach. It was a reflection on last year and wrapping up the cyclocross season. An apology of sorts. One laced with […]
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. […]
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.
I sent this image taken by Jim Heuck — Six Degrees to Slush, to Tall Southern Guy and he replied, “You’re like that little bunny they send out in front of the hounds.”
I describe myself as a competitive cyclist,