I see palm trees and green spread across the city
I see the ocean and smell the salt in the air
I can see sailboats and large white rigs dotting the water
I hear exotic birds, hiding in the palms, calling to one another
I feel the cool breeze and warm sun on my skin
But there’s one thing I don’t see, I don’t smell, I don’t feel on my skin
That leaves the scene glaringly incomplete.
I felt old for the first time ever today. I received my new 2010 OBRA membership card in the mail with my upcoming age printed in big black letters: RACING AGE: 27 Gulp. Thank you OBRA, I’m officially going through a pre-mid-life crisis. I’ve been in a strange head space lately, pretty m[...]
While I’ve had a lot of janky bike moments on the trail in the past (“oh you appear to be missing two of your chain ring bolts”), I’ve never actually been forced to turn around because of them. Well, there’s a first time for everything. The weather didn’t look pre[...]
Saturday morning I decided I wanted to have my legs ripped off. I wanted to hurt so much all I could think about was each pedal stroke and how only through extreme concentration could I keep from vomiting all over my handlebars. And so I went for my first race paced team ride. It was a [...][...]
When Brett was killed, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park. When me and A broke up, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park. And, now, today, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park through a few inches of slippery rutted mud on fire lane 5, giggling as I almost went over the edge [...][...]
I guess I have to learn the hard way. We only dated for two months, but I let myself go. I decided for the first time, I wasn’t going to be guarded, I wasn’t going to be careful, I was going to just let myself fall face first into love. And, predictably, I fell face first [...][...]
I finally made it solidly back into the 130’s. When I look back to what I was doing last year to get to my all time low of 130.0, I was working out twice a day, plus a 30 minute walk during lunch counting calories and keeping a food log hating life And now? Quasi-following PN (maybe more at[...]
