October – December: Cyclocross December – March: Snowboarding December – March: base building & weight lifting December – March: Lose 20lbs January – February: Sink into horrible depression February-March: Spend all my money on another Moab/Colorado Mountain biking [...]
Archive for September, 2009
September 28th, 2009 - 6:35 am § in Cyclocross, Race Reports
Battle at Barlow, very apt name
Before I begin my race report for Barlow, I want to share some important news: I am switching teams. As of Saturday, I have officially signed on with Hammer Velo. Portland Velo has been great to me, they really are like my family the last 3 years, and I hope that can continue. However, if I’m[...]
September 19th, 2009 - 6:49 pm § in Cyclocross, Race Reports
Hood River CX – Racing again!
First cyclocross race of 2009, check. First cyclocross race lasting an hour, check. First race as an A coming in second place….and last place (ok, not the first time for that), check. We left Portland early this morning, since my carpool buddy was racing at 11am. The rain was coming down in sh[...]
September 13th, 2009 - 10:08 pm § in Uncategorized
There’s No Crying on the Trail
MTB Rule Number One: There’s no crying on the trail. This is a rule I have broken many, many times. Crying from crashing, crying from frustration, crying from panic attacks, crying from exhaustion. I read over my previous post about how I’m so damn pathetic because wa! there’s not [...]
September 13th, 2009 - 10:29 am § in Uncategorized
Mega-Stuck
I miss Mountain Bike Oregon. Or what I should say is that I miss epic mountain bike rides, which I just have not had time to do. I didn’t write anything about MBO, which is a shame, because epic it was. So much so that I just couldn’t bring myself to write about it. I [...][...]
A day
5:12am. My alarm sounds. I think there is some sort of emergency as I am shocked from sleep into the darkness of early morning. I hit snooze, only to realize, yep, it’s time to wake up. Before my soft jersey sheets can draw me back to slumber, I flip on my lamp and leap out [...][...]
